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Sep 04, 2010 11:42

WHO: EVERYONE WHO IS IN THE HOSPITAL WING!
LOCATION: THE HOSPITAL WING
WEEK: 65
TIME: SATURDAY ONWARDS
WHAT: HOSPITAL WING LOG!
RATING: Uh...PG-13 for possible graphic descriptions?

( incendite tenebras mundi )

yellow caballero, !event, ❧kobato hanato, james kirk, joy, ❧danielle masters, !open, ❧leonard 'bones' mccoy, ❧jaina solo

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ghostprankster September 4 2010, 16:34:29 UTC

When Dani found out what was going on, the first thing she wanted to do was help. She knew Danny would want her to stay out of the way even though she would have wanted to do a bit more. "You're only a second year' he'd say. So she went down to the hospital wing to help however she could.

klutzydove September 4 2010, 20:30:12 UTC

Kobato had been one to do as others told her to, so when they said stay in the common room she did, until of course she remembered a what if. What if people needed help in healing, she could do that job easily after all it's her best subject at school next to care of magical creatures.

Walking around she searched for anyone who might be needing of assistance, "Excuse me do you need help at all?"

VERY LATE SUNDAY NIGHT chairismine September 5 2010, 08:48:49 UTC

Jim wasn't sure which he was the most pissed off at: the damned inferi, the bitch Ultimecia ...or himself.

Blasting the inferi with firaga and thundaga had gone well the day before, and Jim had gotten cocky. Not using as much cover- getting closer to the inferi that he knew he should, going after the inferi and dark wizards on his own.

Even when he'd ended up in a trap with one of the fat ones he hadn't worried- not until it'd spewed on him and then toppled forward as he'd fried it's tiny head off, covering him in more of the foul bile.

There hadn't been time to get it off before the ground started shaking. It'd been a Charger (Jim had remember the name of this one from class) and the Firaga Jim sent at it had only made it scream and run towards him faster. He'd had time for an 'oh fuck before it'd picked him up and thrown him across the hallway.

The next minutes had been a blur. A painful blur. He did remember with excruciating clarity the moment when the Charger had put it's foot firmly on his right arm as it poked his limp ( ... )

Re: VERY LATE SUNDAY NIGHT notyourchairjim September 5 2010, 09:05:11 UTC

The curtain snapped almost as thin as his temper as McCoy shoved it aside. It had been the angriest walk of his life, from throwing his clipboard to shattering a few now useless potions' bottles on his way for good measure.

The rant was on the tip of his tongue, and his mind was already rehersing how to sound infuriated. He'd start with a 'Damn it, Jim! Don't you use reason?!' lead into the 'You could've gotten killed!' follow up with a 'You're not invincible' and then close with a softer 'Worried sick'. McCoy had had these sorts of rants down to a science, mainly because Jim had getting himself injured down to an art.

But the second that curtain snapped open, McCoy felt whatever he was thinking leave his mind as his best friend lay on a bed without an arm.

The rant died.

McCoy was left with only a shocked expression.

chairismine September 5 2010, 09:18:33 UTC

If the last hour had taught him anything, it was that fast movement hurt like a bitch.

So when the curtain rustled, Jim slowly turned his head to see who'd come to pay the invalid a visit first.

He'd expected Bones to yell. Bones making a scene when Jim hurt himself was as sure to happen as Jim hurting himself in the first place.

Jim forced a grin, pretending his best friend wasn't staring at him like- well. Like he only had one arm.

"Hey, Bones. What's up?"

notyourchairjim September 5 2010, 09:22:44 UTC

"My blood pressure," the statement was numb, almost mechanical.

Memories of the boggart attack filled him. How he had stood there while Jim flatlined underneath them, and been unable to do anything.

Like now.

But now, Jim was out of that particular neck of the woods.

Yet McCoy couldn't shake the bitter sting of failure from himself.

He had let Jim down.

McCoy opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. Unsure of what to do.

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Sunday, sunday, sunday. poisoninyourtea September 5 2010, 23:10:47 UTC

Students were coming in one after the other, some injured and some not. Those who were not were put straight to work while they made room for injuries by putting them in empty beds.

It was all going well

Until Joy caught a glimpse of her potions store and noticed the colours dull and morph. Opening a bottle she took a whiff of what was once a healing potion and screamed loud enough for the entire hospital to hear.

They were all useless. Everything! Not one of her potions was safe to drink now and there was no other way for her to heal anyone.

And more students and professors were coming in, injuries worst than the last. It was enough for her to reach her breaking point. Without healing potions to ease the pain, there was nothing that Joy could do to help anymore.

Kyp & Yellow, late Saturday delbosqueverde September 7 2010, 06:39:52 UTC

Yellow dreamed. She was somewhere quiet and safe, somewhere false but comfortable. She half-knew that she was asleep but couldn't find the strength to interrupt it. There wasn't enough energy left for that even in her own mind.

Had she thought a little harder about it, she might have remembered flashes of what was going on in the world outside her dreams. She might have remembered fleeing something dangerous with a close friend, becoming trapped and doing something terrible-or something noble?-maybe both; the feeling of pouring out everything she had to keep a threat from destroying her friend, and the subsequent collapse as the world faded to black ( ... )

LATE, I SUCK BALLS OTL sun_ofagun September 13 2010, 11:48:06 UTC

Kyp Durron had long ago come to the conclusion that he wasn't cut out to be a hero. So how it was that he ended up carrying the prone figure of a small Hufflepuff through the zombie-infested halls of Hogwarts in order to heroically deliver her to the Hospital Wing, he didn't know.

Okay, that was a lie. He did know. Even Kyp Durron - hell, especially Kyp Durron - couldn't leave a kid sleeping in the said zombie-infested halls. Still, this sort of thing was a little too do-gooder to sit entirely right with him. As he watched one of the healing students fuss over the kid, he couldn't help but glance over his shoulder to make sure one of his fellow Professors wasn't about to wander over and start questioning his motives.

He should have left once she was safe, really. But one particular part of that sentence was really outstanding - she hadn't been unconscious, she'd fallen asleep. Kyp would be the first (okay, second or third, maybe) to admit that he didn't always have the best or brightest ideas, but that was seriously ridiculous. So ( ... )

I WOULD LOVE YOU IF YOU WERE LATE 100 TIMES delbosqueverde September 15 2010, 18:04:43 UTC

Maybe some part of Yellow could tell that she was being watched, but she knew she had to wake up. She fought with herself for long minutes, hovering between dreams and reality and feeling more drained than she ever thought possible. But at last she opened her eyes.

(The hat the hat the hat-it was there. Someone had replaced it.)

It was another moment before Yellow could feebly shake off the attendant from the bedside, but the other student didn't seem to have too many qualms about going to tend to another patient. After all, Yellow wasn't physically hurt beyond complete exhaustion, and there were quite a others here in the Hospital Wing.

...Hospital Wing?

Kairi. All at once, Yellow remembered the trap and the other circumstances that had led him to use up all his strength. He tried to look around for his friend, but he could barely move his head. He did, however, catch sight of Professor Durron nearby, and that was quite enough to make him freeze. No. Surely not...