Jera Valson
March 13, 2010 5:42 AM
So we ended up in here by Jera Valson
(OOC: continued from Quidditch game)When she came round, Jera's first instinct was to vomit. Luckily, that passed within a second, and her stomach seemed to settle itself without being emptied. Once the nausea had gone, Jera was able to look about her. She noted that she was lying down, and there were white sheets and a ceiling fan. The room was entirely unfamiliar, but she nevertheless was able to work out where she was. She had never even been into the Hospital Wing before, let alone found herself in a bed there.
After a moment's consideration, Jera recalled the Quidditch game. She had been about to catch the Snitch, then Pecari's seeker had been thrown into her. Turning her head, Jera saw a heap of orange curls on the pillow in the next bed. Well, at least she had company for her stay. But then, if they were both here, was the game still ongoing? What had happened? Hadn't she caught the Snitch?
It was at this point that Jera realized she had some held in her right hand. Her fist ached from holding something tightly. It was about the size of a walnut, and metallic. Its wings had long ago stopped fluttering, but it was the Snitch. Jera smiled, settling down into the cool pillow. So Aladren had won. She might have ended up in a hospital bed, but Medic Rocamboli would fix her up soon enough. Her House had won the Quidditch championship. Yes!
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Elly Eriksson
March 13, 2010 4:50 PM
Nah, it's just a passing visit by Elly Eriksson
She was dreaming of riding a horse, which was peculiar, because she hadn't ridden a horse since she was about six years old. Sure, she'd cleaned out granians and what-not at the ranch, but that wasn't riding them. Then, as she was riding, the horse threw her off, and Elly woke up with a jolt. Before she even noticed that she wasn't in her dormitory, and before she noticed that she'd been dreaming about horse-riding, Elly's attention was alerted to the fact that her back hurt.She initially tried sitting up, but that wasn't a good idea. Then she tried turning onto her side, but that didn't feel like a good idea, either. Okay, lying on what she was sure was the mother of all bruises it was. Staring up at the celining, Elly pieced together the end of the Quidditch game. Her last ever Quidditch game at Sonora. She was fairly sure she'd caught the Snitch, but she was equally sure her team hadn't won. Otherwise she wouldn't be staring up at the ceiling of the hospital wing, would she?
Ah well, at least she went out with a bang. Nobody could say she hadn't tried her best to win the championship game. Right now, though that didn't seem important. Elly tried raising her head to look for Medic Rock, to find out how long she would be stuck here. Thankfully, she didn't have to look long; raising her head felt akin to shoving a knife into her own spine.
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Medic Rock
March 24, 2010 3:44 PM
Visiting hours are over by Medic Rock
As a halfblood growing up in a magic community with an older brother, Cleo had naturally taken an interest in Quidditch. For the first few years of their Little League Quidditch games, Cleo had only been allowed to participate as a reserve Keeper and the “doctor” for injured players. This job generally consisted of bench warming and running for the adults if a player fell off his broom, but Cleo had been glad to be a part in that small way. She'd been the only girl allowed to even be a reserve for the team; the other younger sisters of the boys who played were consigned to being “water girls”. Maybe they'd hit the optimal sibling age difference, but Jarrett had always included his little sister in most of his activities.So Cleo was certainly a veteran at dealing with typical Quidditch injuries, which in her experience had included flying into the goalposts, violent blatching accidents, assorted Bludger injuries, and assorted Beater's bat injuries.
The case brought to her today—the Medic invariably had work to do after matches—was unusual but not too severe. Both of the Seekers had been chasing the Snitch when one girl—the Pecari Seeker, Elly Eriksson—was hit by a Bludger. Elly had then crashed into Jera Valson, Aladren's Seeker, and they'd both fallen a fair distance before Cleo had magically slowed and then stopped their descent.
Since she hadn't actually been hit with the Bludger, Valson's injuries were less serious than Eriksson's. The Aladren was probably just bruised; worst case scenario, she would have a concussion. Eriksson was a bit more of a priority, since the Bludger had made a close acquaintanceship with her back. Whoever's bright idea it was to put flying iron balls in Quidditch for children, I swear… It wasn't anything Cleo couldn't fix, though, and she instructed the Pecari to hold still as she began to Heal her.
“I'll be with you in a moment, Miss Valson,” the thirty-nine-year-old said. To Eriksson, she said, “This may feel kinda weird—like pins and needles,” before she started the spells. Once satisfied with her work (the bruise was no more and any internal damage had been repaired), the Medic told Eriksson that she could try to sit up. “Let me know if there's anything that doesn't feel right,” she said, moving over one bed to fix up Valson. The fourth-year only needed a few quick spells to get her back on top form, and after that Cleo had, for the most part, finished her duty.
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