Comments | road_ahead: RP: Oh Bugger.

rar_marcus in road_ahead

RP: Oh Bugger.

Sep 13, 2008 22:28

Date: Saturday 13th April, 1999.
Characters: Marcus Flint, Hestia Jones,
Location: Hogsmeade, St Mungos
Status: Public or Private
Summary: Marcus is forced to go for medical treatment, and he isn't happy about it.
Completion: Complete

( I didn't mean to do that . . . )

hestia jones, place: st. mungos, place: hogsmeade, marcus flint

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rar_hestia September 13 2008, 22:59:01 UTC

"Hestia! Hestia!" A frazzled-looking Healer ran towards her. "We're completely overrun. Can you lend us a hand? Brilliant. There's a bloke who had a flying accident in 2, nice and easy, thanks love!"

Hestia stared after the Healer as she ran off and then looked down at the chart that had been thrust into her hands. She'd just been heading out to take her break, and her stomach was now rumbling for the curry she'd promised it. With a sigh, she went over to curtain 2 and yanked it open, setting her coat and handbag down on the chair.

"Hello, Mr. Flint," she said, looking down at the chart. "I'm Healer Jones. What seems to be the problem?"

rar_marcus September 13 2008, 23:06:32 UTC

Marcus was sitting on the edge of the bed, having given up trying to explain to people that he wasn't sick, he just needed his hand healing. The place didn't seem very organised, people were rushing around all over.

He looked up as an annoyed looking witch came in, with her coat and bag.

"On your way out were you?!" Marcus said incredulously. "I can wait for someone with a bit more time if you like?"

He wasn't sure he really wanted to let some healer in a rush have a look at his hand. His body was his livelihood. When he got back onto a team, that was. What if she made a mistake and he ended up with a permanently damaged hand?

"I hit my hand against a tree," he said, lifting it with a wince. "I think it's broken."

rar_hestia September 13 2008, 23:13:08 UTC

Hestia rolled her eyes. What an arsehole.

"I was on my way to take my break, but I've stayed behind just for you," she said in her sweetest voice.

She moved to stand in front of him and took his hand gently. "What speed were you flying at, Mr. Flint?" She asked as she touched it, noting where it seemed tender and when his face contorted with pain.

rar_marcus September 13 2008, 23:27:01 UTC

"Don't take the piss, this bloody hurts. Or don't they teach you how to be nice to the patients?"

He braced himself as she took his hand, but she actually touched him very carefully. Maybe she did know what she was doing. Better than the woman who had painfully prodded his hand and then sat him down here and left him.

"I was going quite fast. I was avoiding a branch. Watch it!" He winced as she prodded a tender spot. "I pushed it out of the way of my head but that meant it hit my hand."

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