Uncertain Trajectory [Max/Elle]

[Jacquelyn]

It took three of the larger orderlies to bring her in, the first one floating a few inches off the ground, tethered to her and to his colleagues, who struggled with anchoring them as she changed trajectories at random. Jackie was flying at head height, zooming and swooping. After a few head bumps and more than enough loop-de-loops, she puked, then passed out, still soaring.

"Mishaps Mishaps Mishaps!" Chanted Fred, the last man in the chain, a heavy-set orderly with extraordinarily gentle fingers. He mashed those fingers rapidly against the elevator call button, then again inside after they had managed to reel her in enough (and Ben) to enter the elevator. It was fairly cramped inside, and Fred's nose's attention was called to the smell of the vomit covering Carl, and spattering himself as well. Ben was looking fairly green as well, though he was only floating and not zooming at odd angles like their patient.

"Make way! Make a hole!" Fred bellowed, setting his heels as the woman popped free from the elevator like cork from champagne, pulling Ben with her. "Help!"

[Elle Callahan]

Elle had just exited a patient's room when she heard the frantic call for help. Elle took off, running towards the sound. She skidded around the corner to the elevator when she saw the woman pop out of the elevator. Elle barely noticed the smell of vomit as she quickly assessed the situation. The poor woman was kept from flying to the ceiling by ropes. She looked like a hot air balloon that had escaped its moorings. Elle quickly whipped out her wand and pointed it at the ropes. Elle made them heavier so that the men holding the ropes could touch the ground.

"Come on, into the exam room," She said ushering them in. The still form of the woman had Elle concerned. This looked different than her hyptotheical in her interview. Was this just a levosia charm or something else?

"What happened?" Elle questioned the men she didn't recognize. She highly doubted they were st mungo employees.

[Jacquelyn]

Ben breathed easier when his feet once again hit solid ground, and so did Fred (in interest in not being puked on again). He smiled genially at the diminutive healer, eyes creasing. "Thank ye kindly, couldn't use me wand." He demonstrated by holding up both hands, still firmly holding the rope.

"What happened?"

"Not sure, ma'am." Fred once again took the lead as both Carl and Ben slumped against the wall. "She said she works with brooms? Really she was swoopin' 'round too much to understan' well, and well, then there was the puking.. She hit her head on a couple doorways. Not that my boys didn't try to keep her from it!" He said hastily, lest his "boys" be seen as unfairly incompetent. "But she" He pointed up where she was still flying around like a trapped swallow-- "She kept doin' that and she started t'float Benny too..."

[Max Kameren]

A Healer-In-Training had seen the ordeal with the floating woman and Elle Callahan leading the unfortunate group into another room and sent for a PM. It was a running protocol in that part of the hospital to have a Potions Master on hand for more complex cases, and this looked to fit the bill. However, with Potions Masters currently stretched thin at St. Mungo’s there weren’t many to call upon.

Max apparated into the hospital hallway, still pulling his other arm through his green St. Mungo’s robes as he appeared. He’d only just left the hospital six hours earlier and was scheduled to work in another six, but was woken up to be called in early. He shook off the residual fog of sleep as he walked, finding the Healer-In-Training who called him. “I’m here, what’s happening?”

“Dunno yet, an accident that looks complex. Healer Callahan’s in with them in Room 12.”

With a nod Max spun on his heel for Room 12, trying to hide his immediate annoyance with being called in on something that wasn’t yet diagnosed. “This had better be worth it,” He said under his breath, sending out sparks for his potion cart just before he turned into the room.

“…well, then there was the puking.. She hit her head on a couple doorways. Not that my boys didn't try to keep her from it! But she - “ He pointed up, ”kept doin' that and she started t'float Benny too..."

Well, this was certainly something. Emerald eyes flashed up at the ceiling as Max filed in silently, taking out his notebook from his robes pocket to write. So she was concussed, obviously. She’d probably need something for vertigo for at least the first twenty-four hours, too. The actual deflation was beyond Max’s purview, however. Taking stock of the room, Max sensed curiosity and the slightest thread of hesitation in Elle. He kept an eye on her, ready to step in if she needed him as his potions cart appeared through the door. He pulled it to the corner and prepared the cauldron.