Sally Manger
December 06, 2011 8:13 PM
I'm only an escort [Medic; Valerie] by Sally Manger
Sally marched silently from Transfiguration class to the Hospital Wing, checking to be certain that Miss Lennox remained by her side. She did not speak much, but she assumed that would be fine for the other girl, whose throat was apparently a source of great pain at the moment. Truthfully, she did not know her year mate entirely well, but she certainly did not enjoy seeing her suffer so. It seemed like Miss Lennox was ill quite often, however.It was somewhat intriguing why that was. Perhaps she was catching Nora's curious nature. Of course that was impossible; curiosity was not a contagion. Was that what one would call a joke? A pun? The Aladren second year knew the definitions of both of those two terms, but she found it a struggle to understand their application to real life. One could have called her odd in that sense. Scholastic things came easily to her, yet simple things like humor escaped her.
Either way, her personal knowledge was irrelevant given the current situation. What was more important she imagined was the Medic's, if he would know what was wrong. Naturally he would because that was his job and if he could not tell, why was he employed? That thought was illogical, though, because he wouldn't have been hired. The twelve year old was quite sure that the Medic could make Valerie feel better.
When Sally did find need to speak, it generally was reassurance of that occurring. Awkward phrases like, “You will soon be in good health,” escaped her on occasion. After the short but slow walk--she was not pressing the Crotalus for speed--they arrived in the Hospital Wing.
“Medic?” the brunette called out, a little surprised by her own voice. She did not tend to talk terribly loudly when she spoke at all, and now she was almost shouting. She knew she had to call for the Medic, however, because she did not see the man anywhere. “Excuse me, Medic?” Sally glanced to Valerie. “I'm sure he'll be with us in just a moment.”
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Medic Bailey
December 10, 2011 8:49 PM
I'm an only the medic by Medic Bailey
Dylan was enjoying his peaceful existence as the Sonora's medic. The school was great and so his co-workers. He didn't have any complains so far. The hospital wig was completely stocked with everything he could need to attend his little wards. The young medic was happy about his decision to work at a school, though he sometimes missed the hassle of a hospital. His friends owled him with fun stories about their everyday life, but the jealousy disappeared after a few seconds. He remembered how stressful it was to work there and he felt sympathy for them. Hospital life wasn't meant for everyone and Dylan was one of those people. He loved the basic principle of healing, but there were other things in a healer's life that he just couldn't handle.Everything was going as planned and the healer couldn't really complain about anything. Everything was as he had planned, which was an awesome change of paths. Dylan's plans had the annoying habit of backfiring in some way. He didn't know why, but it always happened. So far, his plan to become a nice, peaceful school medic was going along great. Nothing catatrosphic had happened and the worst injuries he had to attend were the ones that came from Quidditch. It was normal when one played that game. Personally, he had never been good at it, but loved to fly.
Anyways, Dylan was peacefully reading the paper in his office when he heard someone calling him. He left his paper and went walked the few steps between his door and the infirmary. His brown eyes looked around and stopped when he saw two girls waiting for him. One looked pretty sick. “What can I help you with?” he asked with a little concern in his voice.
Dylan looked at the other girl, “You may go back to class, or to whatever you were doing. I will take it from here,” a smile graced his face. “Thank you.” It had been nice of her to accompany the other girl to the hospital wig. Probably the teacher had sent her with her, but it was nice nonetheless.
He grabbed the sick one by her arm and slowly helped her get on the examination bed. “What is wrong with you, Miss?” he needed to know her name first. As per school's rules, a medical record of every student was in store to help with the examination process. The first he needed was the student's name and then he could act accordingly.
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Valerie
December 10, 2011 11:46 PM
And, of course, I'm the patient. by Valerie
Valerie slowly followed her classmate to the Infirmary. If she hadn't been feeling so ill, she would have felt bad about Sally having to leave class to take her. The Crotalus didn't like being such a terrible burden to people that she didn't already know didn't mind, like Melanie, but she knew that she would never be able to be truly independent. She would always have to depend on others to take care of her.That was one reason Valerie wanted friends so bad. Not only were they just plain nice to have, but she wanted people around her that genuinely cared about her and were less likely to resent any imposition her illness had on them. Like, even though Valerie knew her mother loved her, she also knew her mother would have rather been a normal socialite and throw parties for the rest of St. Louis pureblood society, but people couldn't come over because Valerie could get sick. Nor did they go on vacation ever or attend family functions very often.
Sally wasn't talking much aside from offering reassurances every so often. Valerie assumed that it meant she was perhaps uncomfortable around sick people or was trying not to disturb her. People at home were always quiet too. Besides, the second year's throat hurt too much to talk and she felt much too feverish to concentrate on conversation anyway. Though, she was still slightly amused that Sally was suggesting she would be in good health soon. Valerie knew that would never ever happen.
Eventually, they reached the medic. The Crotalus was grateful to her classmate for walking her here and she really wanted to thank the other girl but her throat was absolutely killing her and she was feeling even worse than before. If the medic asked how bad she felt on a scale of one to ten, she'd have said-if she could talk-it was about a twenty-five.
However, when they got there, the medic told Sally that she could go back to class. That meant Valerie was going to have to tell the medic what was wrong herself. She could technically still talk, but it was very uncomfortable. "Lennox" The Crotalus replied, her voice sounding weak and quiet, after the medic asked her her name. "Valerie Lennox, of the St. Louis Lennoxes." She added as was a habit. "My throat hurts really bad." Valerie told him, as she began to shiver.
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Medic Bailey
December 14, 2011 2:43 AM
*patspats* by Medic Bailey
Dylan nodded when he got her name and walked towards he had arranged the files of the students. He perused through the L's and found Valerie's file. His eyes were skimming the pages and he was surprised to find that the girl actually had an immune deficiency. He blinked at the page. Why would her parents send her to a school full of children? Dylan got severly annoyed with them, even when he didn't know the couple. It was highly irresponsible of them doing this to their daughter. Though, he wasn't surprised to see that Valerie was a Pureblood. Sending her to a school was like sending their daughter to be slaughtered by dragons. It angered him that people had children and then didn't know what to do with them. Some people were just not meant to have children and when they did they just messed them up big time.The Medic was seriously angry at her parents. It was obvious the poor child was suffering and from what he had heard in her file, she had been in here more than any child should. The Medic had been summoned to her bedside, which was just horrible for the little girl. This was not the quality of life he would want for his daughter. He would make sure she was safe in his house. Being constantly sick was a pain and with an immune deficiency, any minor disease could be deadly. His job was to ensure that didn't happen, but it would be hard with Valerie. He made a mental note to talk to Headmistress Kiva about Valerie's situation. He was sure this was some kind of child abuse.
“Your throat hurts,” he repeated while nodding to himself and scribbling some things on her file. “Okay, let's start. Please lay down.” Once she did it, he began prodding her with his wand. The different lights that came out of it meant a lot of things. He sighed; the biggest problem was her throat, the poor girl had an infection.
“You will feel better in a few minutes,” he said reassuringly. Dylan rummaged through his cabinets to look for the potion that would help her with her problem and that wouldn't interfere with her regular boosting one. “Gotcha,” he whispered in victory before serving some of it in a glass. He smiled at the girl and handed her the glass, “Drink this.”
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*patspats*
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Valerie
December 23, 2011 4:12 AM
Too ill to come with an original title. by Valerie
Meekly, the second year lied down as instructed. She was far too weak and sick to protest and couldn't even if it had been in her nature and the medic had not told her to do precisely what she wanted to do anyway. Valerie felt just awful. Her throat was raw and she could think of nothing else.And she badly wanted to. Being sick and miserable so often was no fun. Oh, Valerie had times when she was somewhat well, but she was always worried about the next time she was ill or that she would become so by doing or touching things. She'd been overprotected her entire life, treated as if she were breakable and was convinced that anything that wasn't completely germ-free would kill her.
More often than not, Valerie got sinus infections or bronchitis or ear infections. A few times she'd gotten pneumonia which was more serious for someone with any sort of immune deficiency. Colds and the flu were not uncommon either, as well as a few more embarrassing problems. She just felt lucky that she had been cleared to go to school, if she took a lot of precautions, such as not taking flying lessons. Valerie was often not in any condition for any sort of physical activity and was completely forbidden to do so, because of how tired it made her. Her mother was additionally thrilled with this due to the fact that ladies were not supposed to fly in general.
The second year didn't even understand exactly what immune disorder she had, just that people with it could have normal life spans if they avoided any serious infection.It was often hard to predict the exact course someone with Valerie's type of immune deficiency would have. Some were lucky and were barely sick at all, others had severe medical problems. So far, the Crotalus was somewhere in between.
In general though, the nature of Valerie's disorder was a dry medical thing that her mother said was not for ladies to know. Of course, there were lady medics and healers, like Sonora's previous medic. It wasn't anything that Valerie understood, why some women worked, other than Mother said poor people had to. Mother made it sound like it was a worse thing to be than sick like Valerie was. It was unfathomable to Tamara Lennox why any woman would choose to work.
Valerie sat up to drink the potion as the Medic instructed. "Thank you." She murmured as she lied back down.
OOC-This is the immune deficiency that Valerie has.
http://primaryimmune.org/about-primary-immunodeficiency-diseases/types-of-pidd/igg-subclass-deficiency-and-specific-antibody-deficiency
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Medic Bailey
December 28, 2011 8:29 PM
*pats* by Medic Bailey
Valerie looked miserable. Poor kid. He was sure he had a rough life being sick all the time and being a Pureblood had to pretty hard. All he knew about her world was that they usually threw a lot of parties and were very social. Clearly, Valerie wasn't cut up for that kind of life. He wondered what her parents did with a sick child. They were probably having a ball now that their child was away at school. Dylan didn't know them, but he was beginning to cultivate a hatred for them. Some people just weren't meant to be parents. He wanted to talk to the Headmistress about this, but it wasn't his place to do so. Her disease was treatable, even when it was making her miserable. He made a note on her file about talking to the Headmistress of Valerie caught a more serious disease.Reading through her medical files he realized that her immune deficiency centered on the lungs. That had to be a real horrible time for her. The lungs were a very important organ and if they weren't working like they needed to, she could contract some serious lung diseases like pneumonia which would eventually kill her if it wasn't caught and treated early. It was a difficult disease to treat on normally healthy people.
“You are welcome, Valerie,” he answered her while he looked for some things in the cabinets. He found the pillows and blankets for her. “I want you to stay here for the night. You need a germ free environment and your dorm room is full of them.” She gave her the things she would need, including a pair of hospital wing pajamas. It was still early, but he wanted to closely watch her for any complications.
“Valerie, I will be in my office if you need me for anything. The medicine I gave you will help you sleep,” he smiled at her and walked towards his office to continue doing what he was doing, reading the paper. He couldn't do anything else for her, just wait for the potion to make effect on her body and help her fight the virus she had.
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