A Preterm Meeting (Wolfe) on Hospital Wing

Mika

November 11, 2006 7:37 PM

A Preterm Meeting (Wolfe) by Mika

OOC Note: This is done with the special permission of Headmaster Bulla due to the unique circumstances of Mika's condition. BIC:

Mika and his mother arrived at Sonora, looking out of place on the quiet campus. Young Mika sat in a wheelchair, which he manuvered expertly, needing no help from his mother, though her hand rested protectively over the handlebar of the chair. This would be the furthest away Miriam had ever been from her son. The first time he would be wholly in the care of another Healer. Mika was determined, excited even, but Miriam worried.

The pair made their way to the hospital wing, and entered, peering around, looking for the man they were to meet. Mirium was a slender, willowy woman of average height, she wore w full length skirt and long sleeves despite the heat. Her black hair, starting to show some signs of grey, was mostly hidden under a scarf tied at the base of her skull. Mika wore similarly modest attire, though his were more in muggle American fasion, black cargo pants and a red shirt. His long hair was pulled back neatly, and when he and his mother stopped, he took a hand from his wheels to push up his glasses, looking around him a bit.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n

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Nicolas Wolfe, Mediwizard

November 17, 2006 11:01 AM

Preterm Meeting by Nicolas Wolfe, Mediwizard

Wolfe glanced once again at the file before him. He had yet to read the whole thing through because of his familiar's incessant chatter. If he could send the jarvay away he most certainly would at this point. The animal was currently under a silencing charm and tethered to a file cabinet. It was bouncing up and down in hopes of distracting its master. “You know I'm going to let you loose until my patients leave for the day. Is it really so hard to keep your filthy mouth shut?”

The file still sat in his hands. The child was to enter into enrollment at Sonora shortly, but had an unusual medical condition which required special accommodations be made. Wolfe was looking forward to having more than simple scrapes and bruises to treat. He felt as if his mind were slowly turning to mush from the monotony that was his exile in America.

A flurry of movement from the overgrown ferret alerted him that his appointment had arrived. The child's mother would no doubt accompany the child to make sure the facilities were adequate. Wolfe mentally rolled his eyes, ‘As if they could get a better medic within a thousand mile radius.' Standing he adjusted his tie and picked up his plastic rimmed glasses, what a wonderful muggle invention plastic was. He crossed the entryway into the hospital wing in swift, loose strides.

“Ah, this must be young Mika.” He attempted a smile at the child. He held out his hand to the boy's mother. “I'm Nicolas Wolfe, the resident medic for the school. Now that you are here we can sit down and discuss Mika's needs.” He gestured for them to follow him into his office where he had set out two additional chairs. He had thought the child's father would be present for the meeting.

Once inside his office he sat on the corner of his desk instead of behind it. Desks were far too intimidating for this kind of meeting. The child and his mother needed to feel comfortable enough to give every detail of the condition of the child. “Now, I have your file here, but I want to hear your expectations for treatment at Sonora.”

OOC: Apologies Mika for the delay. My cousin had an organ transplant this week, and I have been running back and forth between school and the hospital.

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Mika

November 17, 2006 1:56 PM

Preterm Meeting by Mika

Mother and son watched the medic approach. Miriam gave the man a once over. He looked professional, that was a good start. On the other hand, the first impression she got was that the man was not good with children. Which made her wonder how he had ended up at a school. It didn't matter too much, Mika wasn't a typical child, more of a miniature adult. She had been hoping going to a less competative school in a safer part of the world would allow Mika to behave as more of a child though.

Miriam made no move to take the man's hand. Mika sat up straighter in his chair, if that was possible, his posture had already been near perfect, and shook the medic's hand breifly.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Miriam spoke in a fairly heavy accent, one that sounded mostly Russian. "I am Miriam Romanova, Mika'el's mother." She smiled slightly. "And his healer, until now." She of course, hadn't been his sole healer, he had had others. Miriam was in a constant quest to help Mika improve his condition and was always open to the opinion of others. And, there were some things she simply couldn't handle doing to her son.

"And Mika is sitting right here." the boy spoke, he too had an accent, though it wasn't quite as thick as his mother's, the English language seeming to come from his mouth easier than hers, and with less thought. "So there is no need to discuss me as though I am not here, or incapable of response. I assure you my ears and mouth are unaffected." Mika tilted his chin up a bit and squared his shoulders even more. He was at an age when he was starting to notice more and more just how much differently people treated him from his peers. Muggles were bad enough, the wizarding world seemed even more uncomfortable with disability. Mika responded as any kid on the edge of adolescence would. With attitude. Of course, it was a very polite attitude.

Miriam made a tsking sound, her hand coming to rest on Mika's shoulder. *Russian*:"Quiet now,Mika. Be polite." Miriam smiled again slightly to the Medic, the look in her eyes a bit appoligetic, her facial expression saying 'kids, you know how they are'.

Miriam followed the medic into his office,and seated herself on the edge of one of the chairs. It was clear where Mika had gotten his perfect posture. Mika parked his wheelchair beside her. Despite Mika's assertion of his prescence a moment ago; he looked to his mother to speak now.

"Mika is very active in his own treatment, he knows himself and his abilities well, I would ask that first and foremost, you listen to him." Miriam spoke slowly, and Mika continued to watch her as she spoke. He knew his English was better than his mothers, and he was trying to anticipate any word she may need supplied to her in English.

"He does not always know what his best," she paused, and looked at her son with another small smile. "despite what he may think. He does know himself best though. He has some potions and such things that he takes regularily, which I am sure are in his file. What we have now seems to be working well, for the most part."

Mika nodded his agreement. "There is still some pain, but it is not too bad." he explained. There was a moment of quiet, then Miriam nudged her son a bit, resting a hand on his shoulder. Mika didn't like to talk about this much, but he'd better get over that now that he was going to be away from her. After a moment, Mika sighed and continued.

"There are braces that I wear on my legs." He lifted the leg of his pants a bit so the metal could be seen. They weren't as bulky as the muggle counterparts would have been. "It helps with my knees. Especially when I use my crutches. I try to be on my feet as much as I can, but at school I usually use my chair, so I don't get knocked over, and it is faster." Much faster. His arms still got tired pretty fast.

"He does much physical therepy, stretches and strength building. He prefers swimming. We are working on building strength in both arms and legs. There is nothing wrong with his muscles. The stronger he is, the more independant he is. Mika is extremely independent... too independent. He will often push himself too hard, with his therepy and endurance, or attempting things he is maybe not quite ready for. He needs an eye to be kept on him for strain or exhaution or other injury. He has recently developed a tendency to try and hide when he is tired, or even hurt, refusing to acknoledge that he is not just like other children his own age and that there are limits to what he is capable of."

*Russian*: Moooom! Don't say that, now he's not going to let me do anything! I want to play quiddich!

Miriam ignored her son, it was rare he spoke back or whined, and generally not giving the behavior any attention was the fastest way to stop it.

"He has recently expressed a desire to take up quiddich." Miriam was unsure what the schools age restrictions were for the school team, but she was sure that even if Mika was too young by school standards, there were always pick-up games going on. Her tone of voice was somewhat hessitant on the idea.

OOC: No worries Wolfe, its all good. I hope things are going well with your cousin

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Nicolas Wolfe, Medic

November 20, 2006 5:33 PM

Preterm Meeting by Nicolas Wolfe, Medic

Wolfe had waited through the pair's comments and responses nodding at the appropriate times whilst flipping through the child's file. The child spoke mostly in English, but fell into Russian when speaking to his mother. Nicolas assumed the child was complaining about something she had said to embarrass him.

"He has recently expressed a desire to take up quidditch." This made the mediwizard look up from the line he was reading in the file.

“Quidditch is a dangerous sport even for those in the best of shape. I do not believe First Years are allowed to play on the House teams in general. I think it would be best to install a small pool here in the hospital wing for your therapy schedule. Once we have assessed your condition and can make projections as to your health in the future we can determine if quidditch is an option.” It was true that Nicolas Wolfe did not like or understand children, but something about the small boy in the wheelchair appealed to his better nature. He knew what it was like to be trapped by forces out of one's power to change. In Wolfe's case he chose to flee rather than to face set of hardships he was presented.

“So we'll start you on weekly therapy sessions involving swimming and stretching.” He snapped the folder shut with some zest. “I will see that the kitchens attend to your nutritional needs and provide you with the appropriate supplements to insure that your bones remain strong as well as your tendons and ligaments.” He addressed the boy for the first part of the speech, but looked at the mother to gauge her opinion of the third thing he had to say. “I would like write to a colleague in Germany about research into the production of a new alloy that may enable the braces your son wears to be stronger and more light-weight. Do I have your permission to share pertinent details of your son's condition for the production of new braces?” He assumed the woman would have no problem with his request, but parents had made illogical choices in his past experience. He was interested in how this stoic woman would respond.

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Mika

November 20, 2006 8:56 PM

Preterm Meeting by Mika

Miriam nodded at what the Medic said about Quiddich, and gave Mika another look.

"I agree. However," She looked at her son, giving him the mom look. Mika said nothing, but the set of his jaw and tilt of his chin said he was now more determined then ever to play quiddich. And he knew as well as his mother, that even if the house team wasn't looking for players, that didn't mean there weren't games to be had. "Mika is willful, like I said, an eye needs to be kept on him." Or two, or three. How a wheelchair bound boy managed some of the trouble Mika got himself into on occasion, never ceased to amaze her.

"Da," Miriam nodded at the request to share Mika's info. "That is fine. We are always open to new things."

When nutrition started being discussed, Mika spoke up again. "I keep Kosher, Sir." that would probably mean mostly veggitarian for him. He doubted the school would buy properly koshered meats for him, only chicken was prepared in kosher fashion pretty much by its nature.

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Wolfe, Medic

November 21, 2006 12:27 AM

Preterm Meeting by Wolfe, Medic

Wolfe was relieved the woman had enough sense to know what was best for her son's on-going treatment. He would write to Wilheim as soon as possible.

"I keep Kosher, Sir." He heard the child pipe in. Kosher wasn't exactly what the medic meant when he asked about dietary requirements, but it would be rude to ignore the statement.

He smiled. "I will see what can be done about Kosher items in the kitchens. You have no known allergies to medications or foods items? It is important that we know these things now to avoid emergencies in the future." It looked like the meeting would be over shortly and he would be able to walk the mother and son out.

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Mika

November 21, 2006 2:01 AM

Preterm Meeting by Mika

Mika shook his head. "I have no allergies." None that he knew of anyway. He knew the doctor hadn't meant Mika's eating habits when he said dietary requirements, but Mika also knew that often the first thing the healer would probably suggest for him to eat was protine. Protine came from meat. Meat was tricky business. If the medic was going to be keeping an eye on his nutrition, it was bound to come up.

"You do not need to request anything special for me, for food." He added, clearly not liking any special treatment beyond that was absolutely and strictly nessicary.

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Wolfe, Medic

December 02, 2006 8:14 PM

Preterm Meeting by Wolfe, Medic

"You do not need to request anything special for me, for food." Wolfe heard the child speak.

"Very well. It was a pleasure meeting you both.” He paused silently debating the sincerity of the statement. “I look forward to seeing Mika when the term starts. Good day to you both." He spoke with disinterest.

The pleasantries he ground out were the best he could put forth at the moment. Fox was still annoying him. He would have to see her at the feast, and he really had no interest in hearing her snide remarks. And when the mother and son pair were gone he could lift the silencing spell on his familiar. The beast would surely release a torrent of obscenities as soon as it discovered it could again be heard.

"You do know your way out of the school I assume. I wish you both a good day." He did not hold out his hand to the woman again, but merely bowed.

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