RP: Stand Back ... I'm a Professional
Date: July 9, 2005
Characters: Luna Lovegood, [Healer Arsenius Holmet-Heade]
Location: Hospital
Status: Private
Summary: Luna checks in with the prat the Healer assigned to William Proudfoot's case, and gets a 'lesson'.
Completion: Complete
Luna pulled her pen from behind her ear and took the clipboard from William Proudfoot's nightstand. Someone had moved the chair back from his bedside and placed it by the window again, so just like every day, Luna scooted it forward three feet so she could sit closer. There wasn't a real need to sit with him while she checked on him, she supposed -- but really, why not? She typically liked to wait until she was finished with her other rounds before she checked on William, so there was a little time. And the part of her, admittedly a large part, that was more fanciful than practical liked thinking that something would happen beyond their control and he would just ... wake up. He'd not been injured; he'd just been really, really sleepy.
If she'd gone to sleep one night and woken up to find that the world had moved on without her, she thought she might like someone to be there.
The sun filtered through the tiny window; its beam was a bit bright across William's face so Luna took her wand and charmed the window to filter some of the light. Logically, she knew it wasn't as if he were likely wake and squint against the glare, but still. She took out her clipboard and opened to her daily notes. William's Healer, Arsenius Holmet-Heade, had expressly directed her to take precise notes not only on his vitals, or what there was of them, but on any and all changes in William's demeanour, coloring, or breathing patterns. Dutifully, Luna took her notes, which happened to be the same notes as yesterday, and the day before, and before that because nothing ever really changed unless the window was open and the breeze blew his dark hair across his forehead.
It was still the weirdest, and therefore most intriguing, case Luna had ever seen, and in her line of work she saw her share of oddities. But William -- and she liked to call him William, unless she was reporting to Healer Holmet-Heade -- was just much too fascinating. No sign of breathing. No responses to stimuli. No sign of muscle atrophy after all this time, though there was also no real proof that he could move at all. He'd not moved an inch without help since she and Su had found him in that abandoned warehouse. Even given all that, he wasn't dead, despite having no vitals to speak of.
Clearly, it was something magical but whatever it was, they'd never seen it before. She had her theories, most of them revolving around things in which neither Wizards nor Muggles believed, and had her searching through texts that didn't have a lot to do with medicine. Healer Holmet-Heade, of course, was convinced that he was on the cusp of some breakthrough, always some novel scientific postulation or other, so he had no time to listen to anything she had to say. Not that she was itching for a conversation with the man any more than he was willing to be anything more than rude and condescending to Luna.
She made a few more notes before she flipped the pages back down on her clipboard and began a wand scan on William, not really expecting anything out of the ordinary. Healer Holmet-Heade should be along shortly, and Luna thought she might just leave the charts here for him to see and busy herself elsewhere.
William would still be there when she made her way back around.
Characters: Luna Lovegood, [Healer Arsenius Holmet-Heade]
Location: Hospital
Status: Private
Summary: Luna checks in with the prat the Healer assigned to William Proudfoot's case, and gets a 'lesson'.
Completion: Complete
Luna pulled her pen from behind her ear and took the clipboard from William Proudfoot's nightstand. Someone had moved the chair back from his bedside and placed it by the window again, so just like every day, Luna scooted it forward three feet so she could sit closer. There wasn't a real need to sit with him while she checked on him, she supposed -- but really, why not? She typically liked to wait until she was finished with her other rounds before she checked on William, so there was a little time. And the part of her, admittedly a large part, that was more fanciful than practical liked thinking that something would happen beyond their control and he would just ... wake up. He'd not been injured; he'd just been really, really sleepy.
If she'd gone to sleep one night and woken up to find that the world had moved on without her, she thought she might like someone to be there.
The sun filtered through the tiny window; its beam was a bit bright across William's face so Luna took her wand and charmed the window to filter some of the light. Logically, she knew it wasn't as if he were likely wake and squint against the glare, but still. She took out her clipboard and opened to her daily notes. William's Healer, Arsenius Holmet-Heade, had expressly directed her to take precise notes not only on his vitals, or what there was of them, but on any and all changes in William's demeanour, coloring, or breathing patterns. Dutifully, Luna took her notes, which happened to be the same notes as yesterday, and the day before, and before that because nothing ever really changed unless the window was open and the breeze blew his dark hair across his forehead.
It was still the weirdest, and therefore most intriguing, case Luna had ever seen, and in her line of work she saw her share of oddities. But William -- and she liked to call him William, unless she was reporting to Healer Holmet-Heade -- was just much too fascinating. No sign of breathing. No responses to stimuli. No sign of muscle atrophy after all this time, though there was also no real proof that he could move at all. He'd not moved an inch without help since she and Su had found him in that abandoned warehouse. Even given all that, he wasn't dead, despite having no vitals to speak of.
Clearly, it was something magical but whatever it was, they'd never seen it before. She had her theories, most of them revolving around things in which neither Wizards nor Muggles believed, and had her searching through texts that didn't have a lot to do with medicine. Healer Holmet-Heade, of course, was convinced that he was on the cusp of some breakthrough, always some novel scientific postulation or other, so he had no time to listen to anything she had to say. Not that she was itching for a conversation with the man any more than he was willing to be anything more than rude and condescending to Luna.
She made a few more notes before she flipped the pages back down on her clipboard and began a wand scan on William, not really expecting anything out of the ordinary. Healer Holmet-Heade should be along shortly, and Luna thought she might just leave the charts here for him to see and busy herself elsewhere.
William would still be there when she made her way back around.