Post by Rowena Jones on Aug 23, 2017 6:15:41 GMT -5
She’d been ecstatic when she’d been offered the position of Head of Spell Damage, but as another pile of paperwork appeared magically on her desk, Rowena couldn’t help but miss the more practical side to her job. It was hard to feel like she helping people when she spent half of her shift signing off on accident report forms or making sure schedules didn’t clash and that she had enough staff for each shift.
Therefore, it was with great delight that she jumped up as the alarms went off in her office, signaling that she was required to help in the Ward. She acknowledged that she really shouldn’t be so happy a patient was in such dire shape, but damnit, she was fed up of signing her name and looking at numbers. She wanted to fix someone.
When she arrived there was a crowd gathered around the bed and she scowled. She disappeared into her office for one morning and all hell broke loose apparently.
“Don’t you all have other patients to tend to?!” she barked, watching in satisfaction as the younger Healers-in-training jumped and scuttled away. She rolled her eyes with an amused smile as Bryn glanced up at her guiltily before he too disappeared to the other end of the Ward. He was shaping up to be a good Healer and she did hope that he would choose Spell Damage as his specialty next year when he graduated to full Healer status. She made a mental note to talk to him at some point this week to discuss his future.
“Alright Mary,” she said, turning her attention to the Healer on the case in question, “What’s wrong?”
“His heart keeps stopping Healer Covington,” said the older lady, “he doesn’t speak but then will suddenly ...he keeps screaming about..,” she paused, lowering her voice, “…demons.”
Rowena frowned and her mood sharpened at the severity of the case. There hadn’t been talk of demons since before she’d arrived at Mungos. But then again… the Lost had Returned a couple of months ago. It stood to reason that there might be other things that could have returned too. She hoped they hadn’t and that the boy was just hallucinating.
“Ok, let’s get him some privacy,” she said and was pleased when the curtains were drawn and an Imperturbable Charm cast on them without her having to specify further. “Do we know who he is?” she asked, moving closer to take a closer look.
“Rufus Morrison, he’s about to enter his 6th year at Hogwarts. His father is..-”
“-Richard Morrison.” Rowena finished. She had to stop herself from swearing. Richard Morrison was Head of International Magical Cooperation. If this was a deliberate attack... She examined her patient’s back and this time she couldn’t help herself. “Shit. This is not an accident. Somebody inform Healer Milton now!”
She scowled deeply as she examined the bloody marks scratched into the boy’s skin. Those were runes and this was not good. As her mind filtered through possible treatment options, the boy seized up, his skin paling as he gasped for breath. Rowena quickly released her hold on him, returning him to a lying down position, wand already flying through the air, spells spilling from her lips in rapid fire to relieve the symptoms and make him stable again.
Slowly his breathing returned to normal, but before Rowena could catch her breath, he sat upright, eyes wide but unseeing, screaming. She was thankful for the charm that would save the other patients from the noise, even as her own ears winced as she leaned closer trying to make sense of his screams. “She’s… so cold…demon!”
“Someone get me a Calming Draught!” she ordered as Rufus continued to scream about the darkness eating him.
Therefore, it was with great delight that she jumped up as the alarms went off in her office, signaling that she was required to help in the Ward. She acknowledged that she really shouldn’t be so happy a patient was in such dire shape, but damnit, she was fed up of signing her name and looking at numbers. She wanted to fix someone.
When she arrived there was a crowd gathered around the bed and she scowled. She disappeared into her office for one morning and all hell broke loose apparently.
“Don’t you all have other patients to tend to?!” she barked, watching in satisfaction as the younger Healers-in-training jumped and scuttled away. She rolled her eyes with an amused smile as Bryn glanced up at her guiltily before he too disappeared to the other end of the Ward. He was shaping up to be a good Healer and she did hope that he would choose Spell Damage as his specialty next year when he graduated to full Healer status. She made a mental note to talk to him at some point this week to discuss his future.
“Alright Mary,” she said, turning her attention to the Healer on the case in question, “What’s wrong?”
“His heart keeps stopping Healer Covington,” said the older lady, “he doesn’t speak but then will suddenly ...he keeps screaming about..,” she paused, lowering her voice, “…demons.”
Rowena frowned and her mood sharpened at the severity of the case. There hadn’t been talk of demons since before she’d arrived at Mungos. But then again… the Lost had Returned a couple of months ago. It stood to reason that there might be other things that could have returned too. She hoped they hadn’t and that the boy was just hallucinating.
“Ok, let’s get him some privacy,” she said and was pleased when the curtains were drawn and an Imperturbable Charm cast on them without her having to specify further. “Do we know who he is?” she asked, moving closer to take a closer look.
“Rufus Morrison, he’s about to enter his 6th year at Hogwarts. His father is..-”
“-Richard Morrison.” Rowena finished. She had to stop herself from swearing. Richard Morrison was Head of International Magical Cooperation. If this was a deliberate attack... She examined her patient’s back and this time she couldn’t help herself. “Shit. This is not an accident. Somebody inform Healer Milton now!”
She scowled deeply as she examined the bloody marks scratched into the boy’s skin. Those were runes and this was not good. As her mind filtered through possible treatment options, the boy seized up, his skin paling as he gasped for breath. Rowena quickly released her hold on him, returning him to a lying down position, wand already flying through the air, spells spilling from her lips in rapid fire to relieve the symptoms and make him stable again.
Slowly his breathing returned to normal, but before Rowena could catch her breath, he sat upright, eyes wide but unseeing, screaming. She was thankful for the charm that would save the other patients from the noise, even as her own ears winced as she leaned closer trying to make sense of his screams. “She’s… so cold…demon!”
“Someone get me a Calming Draught!” she ordered as Rufus continued to scream about the darkness eating him.