This is where it gets you on Hospital Wing

Elly Eriksson

October 16, 2008 5:55 PM

This is where it gets you by Elly Eriksson

(OOC: Follows on from the post on the Pitch)

With mud all down the back of her grey sweater and blue joggers, and a broom in her hand, there was no doubt as to how Elly landed herself in the Hospital Wing. The gash on her cheek was bleeding steadily - she'd wiped it away with the back of her hand once, but the swollen skin around it was too tender for her to try doing that again. Plus Elly had already swallowed one mouthful of blood, and would rather not have to do that again; it was almost enough to make her retch.

Arriving at the infirmary, her back aching even from the short walk, Elly looked around until she spied the medic. "Hello," she said meekly, her injury and its cause being obvious enough for her to not both pointing it out. Besides, her mouth throbbed when she spoke.

Elly had been fixed up by Medic Wolfe for a Quidditch injury before. Though that had been a fractured knee cap (and not strictly Elly's fault), so a cut cheek out to be easy in comparison. Once that was sorted, she might ask for a quick pain reliever and some bruise salve for her back too; no doubt that was going to hurt when she woke up the next morning. Really, it was just as well her parents never saw her play Quidditch; they'd be sure to ban her for life.\r\n\r\n

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Wolfe, Medic

October 16, 2008 6:32 PM

Where it hurts the most by Wolfe, Medic

Please allow me to say how much I admire and love ‘No, this won't do!' Wolfe crumpled the parchment and sent it flying across the room toward the bin to join the other rejects. The lines refused to form themselves into the elegant prose he was so accustomed to delivering in a letter. He should stop writing from under his desk as well. It wasn't as if his mother would hex him for writing a simple letter.

A noise jarred the absent-minded medic from his composition. Unfortunately, the voice startled the wizard into banging his head on the underside of his desk. Cursing inwardly and clutching his head Wolfe stood. ‘There's no cure for this is there?' He asked himself knowing that there was no answer. However, there was work to be done, and so he made his way into the infirmary to meet his charge. Surely nothing too drastic had happened to the student.

“What seems to be the problem, my dear?” He smiled benignly at the child.

OOC: I'm a little out of practice, but I'm here.

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Elly

October 17, 2008 1:08 PM

What, my pride? by Elly

As the medic came over, Elly half expected a lecture on how Quidditch was a dangerous sport, she should be more careful in furture, etcetera. What actually happened was that Mr Wolfe said, “What seems to be the problem, my dear?”

Elly looked at him with a mixture of amusement and confusion. She was fairly certain that nobody had called her 'my dear' ever before in her life (excpet maybe Saul when he was having one of his weird yet frequent theatrical moments). Of course there was also her belief that the rapidly developing bruise and large cut on her cheek were a small indicator of what was wrong. She vaguely wondered whether the medic had hit his head recently.

"Small Broom accident," she said, twitching the hand still holding her broom, as if to give credit to her story. "Fell on my back but I think my face to the brunt of it." She wanted to make some smart comment about starting a new fashion for split faces, but it really ached to talk, so she finished with, "Could you patch me up? Pretty please?"

OOC: You're here; that's what matters.

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Nicolas Wolfe, Medic

October 29, 2008 8:24 AM

Bruised Pride by Nicolas Wolfe, Medic

Wolfe assessed his patient with a professional eye. Personally, he thought that Amy Fox was incapable of keeping her students safe on or off the ground. The woman was responsible for yet another injury. ‘Clearly if the child made it as far as the Hospital Wing alone serious breaks and strains were unlikely.' Wolfe mentally crossed the two off his running list of possible injuries. “Why don't you have a seat on the first cot and we'll check for breaks.”

The Medic did not wait to see if the student did as ordered, but crossed the room to where his various supplies were stored. “Was this during a match or practice?” He asked conversationally plucking the correct pots from the storage cabinet's neat rows of ointments. ‘I cannot believe that witch's neglect of her charges!' Mentally Nicolas cursed the quidditch instructor repeatedly. ‘Why do they even retain her services?' This line of thought ran until he realised he was neglecting his charge. Colouring briefly at his own lack of attention, Wolfe returned to his charge.

Wolfe performed a perfunctory spell to determine breaks without asking the child's permission; after all, it was his job. The negative response was as the Medic expected. The student had nothing worse than a few cuts and bruises despite Fox's blatant negligence. “This salve should do the trick for your bruising. I'll apply a stronger concentration now, and let you take this pot with you. Apply it twice a day, and you should see signs improvement in two days.” He smiled blandly at the student hoping he would be left to himself in the immediate future. “Try to be more careful in the future. You may return to your studies now.”

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Fox Fox Fox

November 01, 2008 8:42 PM

Negligent, me? by Fox Fox Fox

After several years of working at Sonora, Amy Fox had come to one, eye-opening realization: she and Nicolas Wolfe had what one would classify as a love/hate relationship. In truth, it could only be construed as such because she was quite certain that he hated her and she loved to annoy the snot out of him. It was childish, infantile at best, and definitely not professional- but it was fun.

Times were slowly changing, however, and Amy had also come to another realization: the staff at Sonora did not like her. In fact, practically no one liked her. She wasn't Kiva, that was true, but she also wasn't quite as evil as everyone pegged her out to be. Not to mention that while people visited her more so in the beginning of her tenure with Sonora, no one did so now. No one. It was rather boring.

This lull in activity only seemed to magnify her situation. It wasn't every day that a banned Quidditch player was invited back to play with her team. She should be jumping on the opportunity. She should be throwing her belongings in her trunk and leaving immediately, but she had also become rather comfortable with her situation. She was Amy Fox, former Quidditch pro extraordinaire, current Quidditch coach at Sonora Academy. And where once she was young, she was now several years older and-- out of practice. Never a good sign.

After mentally covering all her options, she finally decided to confront the one person who she knew would be brutally honest with her: Wolfe. She momentarily paused outside, just to question her intentions yet again, before she plunged head-first through the doorway.

Once inside the Wing, the first thing she noticed was Elly, who had been slightly injured. "Practicing some new moves, Eriksson?" she asked lightly as she entered and leaned against one of the cots. With a quick grin, she turned her attention to Wolfe, "Hey Wolfey, when you get a chance, we need to have a chat."

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Elly

November 02, 2008 5:02 PM

I am SO outta here by Elly

Sitting down as instructed, Elly waited for the medic to do his job. She answered question when asked, and gratefully accepted the salve when it was offered. "Thanks so much," she said, bouncing off the bed and regretting the movement when her back twinged. It would wear off soon enough, Elly knew - that certainly wasn't the first time she'd fallen off her broom.

"Twice a day, check," she repeated with a sore smile. Elly assured Mr Wolfe that she would be more careful in the future, and hoped that he couldn't see right through her lie. Well, it wasn't that she was purposefully trying to be careless, just that ambition often took her out of her comfort zone... and apparently her ability zone, too.

Turning to leave, Elly was surprised to notice Coach Fox had come into the Hospital Wing. It was slightly humiliating to allow one's coach to see what was quite obviously a Quidditch injury, but Elly shrugged off any embarrassment and with a laugh replied, "As always. One day I swear they won't get the better of me." She grinned. Elly quite liked Coach Fox, all things considered. Yes, she could be strict, but that was probably necessary with all the children in the air and everything.

"Thanks again," Elly called to the medic as she ambled her way back out of the infirmary, probably to go get herself showered and lie down for a while. And probably to start some rumours about Fox and Wolfe... why else would they need to talk?

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Wolfe, Medic

November 05, 2008 8:08 AM

Into the Fire by Wolfe, Medic

Nicolas was positive that the absolute last person on the planet he wanted to see was Amy Fox. She was annoying, cocky, and grated his nerves. Still, she had for some unknown reason set his heart racing whenever she walked into a room. If only there was a potion to prevent the embarrassment. Fox always knew exactly which buttons to push.

"Practicing some new moves, Eriksson?" He knew she would ignore him, but why she came to his Hospital Wing was a mystery. Wolfe would attempt to be civil if only for the sake of his health. The woman was bad for him no matter where she was. When he didn't see her he thought about her and when he saw her she made his life hell. Strangely, the torment was not as repugnant as he once found it. Perhaps she had lost her touch, or more likely he was becoming immune to her sting.

"Hey Wolfey, when you get a chance, we need to have a chat." He hated it when she called him that. It was bad enough that his surname was Wolfe, but he had managed to keep a lid on the fact that a distant branch of the family was sympathetic to werewolves. Surely she had not dug up that juicy bone to sell to the tabloids. His family, what was left of it, would be disgraced and his career as a medic finished. He would have to live out the rest of his life in genteel poverty providing for everyone down to his fourth cousin's illegitimate child.

He felt himself grinding his teeth. No matter how attractive a woman she was, she would not ruin his life. He knew the student had said something as she exited the wing, but for the life of him Wolfe could not recall what it was. Fox was about to put her cards on the table. “It appears that I am free now.” He graciously extended his arm. “Would you like some tea or coffee? I'm sure I've got a kettle in the office somewhere.” ‘And you won't air my family's dirty little secret in public,' he added to himself.

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