Broken ribs seem to be in style on Hospital Wing

Lexi

May 05, 2005 5:27 PM

Broken ribs seem to be in style by Lexi

Lexi, clutching her aching chest, had been searching for about twenty minutes for the hospital wing, her brother dragging along with her to make sure she didn't nearly get herself killed again. Honestly, it wasn't like it was her fault that the ladder had decided to send her for a ride. That suit of armour had it in for her, she could swear it.

Finally, she saw it, the clean white room filled with countless white beds, the various potions lined up on the various counters. Even if she hadn't seen anything, she would have known she had reached it, just by the sense of calm it gave her. She had spent about half her childhood with her dad at the hospital as he worked with the patients. The staff had loved her and Ben, and the patients also seemed to enjoy having them around.

"Excuse me?" she called out after she had walked into the room. "I think I broke my rib. Is there anyone here?" Waiting for the medic to make him or herself know, she sat down on one of the beds, unknowingly spreading the dust and dirt that had coated her when she fell everywhere.

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Philemon Papp

May 06, 2005 11:20 AM

But <i>dirt</i> certainly isn't. by Philemon Papp

The sound of his door opening did not register for nearly a full thirty seconds after the fact. Philemon really couldn't be blamed for laxed awareness, though. Boredom can be an excellent catalyst for brain exercises, and as it was, he was busy attempting to figure out the rate of return earned if half his salary was exchanged for Muggle currency and then secretly invested in his family's company. This involved a bit of arithmantic tinkering, a childhood hold over that he still dabbled in every now and again, and he'd just reached the part of the formula that would show how the rune Jera would influence this course of action, when the door opened.

Thirty seconds later, the sound made a belated impact and a voice called out somewhat plantively for his attention.

Down went the bit of parchment and quill, as Philemon simultaneously yanked on his white mediwizardry robes and drew open the curtains spelled with a 'notice-me-not' charm. His hazel eyes immediately fell upon the no longer pure, pristine white of his floor, and from there, the horror only grew. Dirt and dust- both of which carried varying degrees of pestilence- were literally coating his infirmiary. Foot prints staggered through the mess, leaving splotched spottings of white that only seemed to taunt him all the more. It was horrific, truly, and already the dirt seemed to be edging up and onto his clothing.

Thankfully, Philemon remembered himself and his wizarding pedigree; it helped that a wand was grasped in his left hand. Paying only small mind to the center of the debris, a red headed child clutching at her ribs, he launched into a cleaning offensive. Five scourgify's (and one significantly eased nervous tic) later, he was at last ready to recall what the job he was employed with entailed.

With completely unfeigned non-chalance, Philemon crossed the three feet of now completely clean floor necessary to be at the student's side. He blinked at her in surprise to notice that one of his scourgify's had apparently made a swift cleaning of her as well. He gave a mental shrug: better clean than dirty.

"Good afternoon there. Looks like you had a bit of tumble. However, you're not the first to come in here holding at your side like that." He smiled in what he hoped was a soothing manner. "I'm the mediwizard here, Nurse Papp, and here," he handed her a small bottle holding peppermint flavored pain reliever, "drink it up, and then tell me what happened and what hurts."

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Lexi

May 11, 2005 9:00 PM

Depends on who you ask by Lexi

Lexi winced as she noticed the dirt she had tracked in. She hadn't meant to be covered in dirt, mud, and other stuff, but she had fallen, and she couldn't really help it. She giggled as the healer's spell cleaned her off as well as her surroundings. That, too, was something familiar, for as a child, she had gotten into everything, which her paternal grandmother had found less than amusing.

She drank the bottle, managing not to gag. The potion was good, for a healing potion, but that didn't mean much. As she drank, she felt the pain begin to ebb away, until there was nothing more than a dull ache.

"Well, I was just walking in the gardens, and I tripped on a root or something. Fell pretty hard, I think I must have landed on a rock, or something," she lied effortlessly. It was probably better to not say that she and her brother had found this strange hole in the ground that opened into a cave, and then the ladder leading down had shaken them off, or something like that. She htought the medic was nice. SHe didn't want him to think she was crazy.

As she spoke, she thanked her mother for the various acting lessons she had been forced to go through, for now she coudl lie without anyone being any the wiser. "And it hurts, well, most of the pain seems to center from the first right false rib.

"I'm feeling somewhat short of breath, and it hurts when I breath, or anything like that." SHe looked sheepish at the tiny bit of medical lingo her dad had been feeding to her for years. "Sorry about that. My dad's a healer, and I spend a lot of my free time with him at the hospital he works at, so I got educated early on in a lot of medical things. I don't mean to sound like I'm trying to be too smart, or anthing."

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Philemon Papp

May 14, 2005 1:08 AM

Thankfully, I only ever ask myself. Ha ha ha! by Philemon Papp

A small smile made its way over his thin lips as Philemon listened the student speak with ease about her injury. The small tidbits of jargon that slipped through only made his smile grow, and it was behind a gloved hand that he hid a full out grin when she finally explained how her father was a Healer. When his hand returned to its normal placement near his hip, there was only the faintest line of amusement left to his mouth and he managed to mask that with a quick admonition.

"There is no such thing as 'too smart,'" he intoned pleasantly. "Intelligence is a blessing, and needs no apology. However, let's get a look-see at your ribs, shall we?"

With that as a preamble, Philemon made the familiar gesture and incantation necessary for one of his favorite charms in the mediwizardry profession. The diagnostic charm drew up an immediate replica of the girl's chest cavity set to his eye level and in 3-D technicolor. The girl's guess was pretty close- it was actually the second false rib that was fractured, and thankfully, the first and third were only bruised. The fracture's appearence caused him to frown, however, and he waved off the charm with a sharp flick of his wand.

"How long were you walking around with this injury?" he asked, his tone stern. "If you hurt yourself, it doesn't matter what you're doing, you come here immediately. Actually, even better would be to have someone fetch me so that I may come to you."

His frown softened. "But that's passed, and now you know for the future what to do. Let's take care of that fracture. It will take only a sec-" Without waiting for her to get tensed or worried- Healer father or not, children were still children when it came to fear- Philemon uttered the simple charm. "Osintegro!"

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Lexi

May 20, 2005 10:41 AM

No comment on the bad jokes by Lexi

Lexi bit her lip, and winced slightly, feeling rather abashed. She hated getting lectured, which was unfortunate, as it happened so very often whenever she was at home. "I'm sorry, sir," she replied hesitantly. "I know I shouldn't have been walking around, but I was stuck in the gardens, and I wasn't sure exactly how to come get here. My brother was hte only person around, and he didn't want to leave me, cause he was afraid that I would get hurt even worse, or something like that. I'll try not to do it again in the future."

As the bone slowly moved itself back together, she bit her lip again, this time hard enough to make it bleed. Pain relievers, while always rather helpful, could never fully take the pain away, and there really were few experience like having your bones moving as far as pain level goes.

Finally, it felt like it had fully mended, and the pain began to recede. Lexi looked up at the mediwizard, Nurse Papp, she believed it was, and asked quietly, "So, may I go now, or do you want me to stay in here for a while?" She didn't really care either way. She was exceptionally tired, and tried, unsuccessfully, to hide a yawn as she waited for his answer.

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Philemon Papp

May 22, 2005 2:58 AM

Isn't that a comment all on its own? by Philemon Papp

Philemon looked on in concern as his patient seemed to react rather violently to the mending charm. It was an unusual reaction as his previous patient with a similar injury- a Mr. Valentine from Crotalus- had barely reacted at all to the healing procedure. What made it even more unusual was that she'd already been dosed with a pain reliever, and as with most magical remedies, its potency was not to be compare to Muggle standards. The pain reliever was one that he expressly used as it had none of the more lingering side effects of the others and made the healing process practically painless. At least, it was supposed to.

Her reaction might mean that the potion had expired. True, he hadn't had the full inventory of supplies renewed, nor had he tested each and every item for its freshness. Instead, he had checked at random, and as none of the many potions, salves, and elixirs had shown weakness, he had believed the inventory fine. Apparently, he had misjudged.

"I'm sorry, Miss, er..." he brushed past the ignorance of her name. "You shouldn't have felt anything just then, a slight amount of pressure, but no real pain."

Philemon gazed worriedly at the emptied beaker, making a strong mental note to test the remaining residue for its potency. If it had expired...well, he'd have the rest of his week filled, certainly. He pocketed the beaker as his patient asked of what was required next. Her yawn only served to augment his decision.

"You'll need to stay here," he said firmly, "for at least an hour. After that you may leave, however, you may stay as long as you need the rest. You'll be assured quiet here, and you'll certainly be excused from any missed classes or the like."

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