OOC: I am assuming Finn is helping him based on the fact that he's a Teppenpaw and he likes Jozua. I haven't been able to catch his author in Chatzy to check though, but she is busy and I want to get this going. BIC:
Once he was moving, it was a little better, but Jozua still felt lightheaded and he was glad of Finn's support as they made it down the stairs to the commonroom, then down the stairs to the Hospital Wing. He was pretty sure he would have taken at least one spill without his roommate there to steady him. Fortunately, though, it was a short trip from Teppenpaw to the Hospital Wing, and they walked through the door only a few minutes after he roused Finn. Which meant it was crazy o'clock and the medic was doubtless getting woken by whatever wards were set to tell her when she had visitors.
Jozua, not feeling particularly sympathetic to her plight right now, called out, "Hello? Anyone awake?" And then dropped into one of the waiting chairs and cradled his head in his hands until the medic arrived.
He heard footsteps and lifted his head and blinked miserably at her. "I have a fever," he told her, though she might have already been able to diagnose that from his sweaty pajamas, damp hair, and the not quite normal hue of his skin. "And I feel lightheaded," he added, to explain why Finn had come along. "And I couldn't sleep anymore," he finished, to explain why this couldn't wait until morning.
Then you've come to the right place
by Healer Kapoor
Aisha was sleeping soundly when a persistent beeping awoke her, indicating that there was a patient for her to see. She blinked at the clock. Yikes. The fact that they'd come in at that time indicated it was probably something pretty bad. She grabbed her green healer's robes from the back of the door, pulling them on over her pyjamas - the stripy cotton legs of these just visible under the hem of the robes - and stuffing her feet into some shoes. She pulled her long dark hair up, tying it into a fairly neat ponytail given that she did it in about two seconds and without the aid of a mirror. It was one of those less celebrated healer skills.
There were two boys waiting for her when she arrived, though it seemed fairly obvious which one was the patient. The boy looked clammy and pasty and… well, like he was definitely in the right place right now.
“Indeed. You don't look very well at all,” she stifled a yawn as she said this, but the sympathy in her tone was still evident, and she didn't appear in any way annoyed by being woken up.
“Name and house?” she asked, retrieving his medical records when he told her, before summoning a glass thermometer which she placed into his mouth. “No allergies, correct?” she checked, having skimmed the front page of his file, which suggested that he did not, but it was always wise to check. Accidentally killing one's patients incurred a lot of paperwork.
“One hundred and three!” proclaimed the thermometer in a shocked tone.
“Poor boy, no wonder you feel so awful. I'm going to give you a potion to bring down your fever. You may as well have the drowsy formula and then maybe you can drop off to sleep while it takes effect. You can sleep it all off down here, and we'll see how you are when you wake up, okay? Any other symptoms?” she asked, as she retrieved a small bottle of pale blue potion from the cabinet.
“And I take it you're just helping, not a patient too?” she added to the other boy. The one who seemed unable to stand up had obviously been the first priority, and explained why a second was there, but she thought she should check.
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"Jozua Sparks, Teppenpaw," Jozua told the Healer when she asked him for his name and House. He was capable of answering that, but if the questions got any more complicated, he wasn't sure his brain wouldn't finish burning up from trying to think that hard in its current condition.
"No, no allergies," he said next, glad that the questions were remaining simple and straightforward.
He was a bit surprised by the thermometer's pronouncement. He knew he had a fever, but he was sure he'd never had one that high before. He gladly accepted the blue potion and drank it immediately. "Yeah, I'll just lay down here," he said, already starting to feel drowsy. Of course, it was stupid o'clock in the morning, so the potion didn't really need to do a lot of work to reach that end at least. Dropping the fever would probably take longer.
"No other symptoms," he said sleepily, as he was helped over to the nearest hospital bed, not connecting the problems he'd been having with his magic over the past weeks to the development of this new fever.
"But I have been having trouble with fire spells the last couple days," he added, as he laid down, and his eyes drifted closed. "They've been burning too hot. Like my head." If the Healer had any questions about what he meant by that, she was going to have to wait until he woke because he was already out solid.
No other symptoms, and he was already passed out solidly asleep. He'd been mumbling something about fire spells as he drifted off, but that was scarcely medical related and just seemed to be an incoherent ramble - hardly a surprise given his temperature. Having dismissed his room-mate, Aisha tidied away the thermometer and the empty potion vile, and drew the curtains around the bed that now contained a patient. She returned to her own room. The wards would wake her if anyone else entered, or anything changed with Jozua.
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The next morning she awoke, made herself a rather large coffee and scribbled a note to the teachers of the intermediate classes until lunchtime to inform them that Jozua would be absent and the reason why.
She pottered quietly about, drawing one side of Jozua's curtains open so she'd notice when he awoke, although she doubted that would be any time soon. Teenager boy, plus a rough night, plus being given something with an added dose of sleepy… He looked a lot better though, she was pleased to note.
It was well past ten when she finally looked up and found someone looking back.
“Good morning,” she smiled. “How are you feeling now?”
Here's another one: rest and recuperation
by Jozua
Jozua woke, still feeling a little bit fuzzy but a whole lot better than he'd been when he woke up Finn last night. He looked around, momentarily disoriented, but then he noticed and recognized the Healer. Ah, right. He'd fallen asleep again in the Hospital Wing.
He hadn't quite managed to convince his limbs to propel him up into a sitting position when she realized he was awake and inquired into his current health. This gave Jozua the nudge he need to manage the sitting thing.
Once upright, he assessed his condition, and reported it aloud as it came to him. “Not so dizzy anymore. Still fuzzy headed. Don't wanna go to classes today; can't think that good yet. Time is it, anyway?” he questioned, noticing the angle of sunlight coming into the room and being pretty sure it was later than he'd first assumed upon awakening. Even on Saturdays he rarely slept much past eight, but he supposed being sick with a 103 fever would put anyone down for a longer count than normal.
He put a hand up to his forehead and guessed, “Might still have a low fever, but nowhere near as bad as when I came in.” Fevers, even low ones now, were totally good reasons to avoid class. “Can I get a medical excuse for the rest of the day?” It would be nice to actually have a solid reason for missing class for once this year. Even Professor Nash couldn't complain if he had a note from the healer asserting that he really had a bonafide fever. “Wouldn't mind a few more hours rest, either,” he added honestly, with a longing look toward the very inviting looking pillow he'd had the bad sense to leave behind when he sat up.
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