Flying High Has Consequences (elle)

[James Malcom MacDougal]

"Righteous!" Charlie bodyslammed Jamie, pulling back with an only slightly guilty look at the pain that crossed his teammate's face. "That Hex'et Harrier move was brilliant!" He crowed, throwing his arms around Angie, one of their beaters. She shrugged him off with an exasperated smile.

"Are you going to crow about it, or are you going to let poor Jamie get his shoulder seen to?" She asked, tucking the glasses she'd rescued from the floor just as Charlie started his victory dance into the collar of Jamie's shirt. She had to reach up to do it, at 5'4", she was the shortest on the team, and Jamie had finally started shooting up in height, nearing 5'10" by the end of winter break.

"Come meet us in the common room after!" Liam had the overly enthusiastic Charlie in a headlock, leaning fondly on the younger MacGregor, who despite the lack of oxygen, or perhaps because of it, was grinning maniacally still. "400 to 120!" He gasped out.

"Go!" Angie gave Jamie a little shove with her foot. "Broken shoulders are no joke."

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"Hello?"

The room was dim and cool, only one far bed had its curtain pulled around it, but Jamie didn't see the Nurse as he limped into the hospital wing. His whole left side felt like it was on fire, and his arm dangled uselessly. He cradled it with his good hand. "Nurse Macedonian?" No... She was gone, wasn't she? The bones in his shoulder shifted, and his vision went white, Jamie leaned against the door for support. What was the new nurse's name? "H-he-hello?"

[Elle Callahan]

Being a nurse at Hogwarts was both boring and interesting at the same time. There was long stretches of calm filled with little projects. Like reorganizing the potion supply closet. Bloody pants, was that another bottle of beetles she had labeled herself nearly twenty years ago? Did she even want to open it to see if they were still useful. Elle wrinkled her nose in disgust as she peered into the side of the dusty bottle. Was that mold on the beetle?

The call a voice startled Elle and she jumped. The little glass bottle flew out of her hands landing on the stone floor with a crash. "Bloody hell," She cursed as the small office filled with the awful smell. Quickly Elle lunched across her desk for her wand and cleared away the noxious Beatles.

"Nurse Macedonian?" No... She was gone, wasn't she? The bones in his shoulder shifted, and his vision went white, Jamie leaned against the door for support. What was the new nurse's name? "H-he-hello?"

"Hi, I'm Nurse Callahan," Elle said as she came out of her office eyes on her waist as she double knotted her apron strings while walking towards the door. Task finished Elle glanced up to see who her new charge was. Jamie MacDougal Kameren.

Bloody hell. Elle had expected to run into the lad she just wished it hadn't been so soon. She didn't really know the boy well and their few encounters were awkward at best and hostile at worst. Although he had a broken wrist when he snapped at her the last time. Elle scanned the boy as she bustled forward.

"Must have been some Qudditch Match, did you at least win?" Elle asked as she took in the sweaty uniform and the stiffly held arm. Dislocation? Broken? Both?

"Anything else hurt besides the arm?" Elle asked as she reached his side. "Can you walk to the nearest bed?" She asked glancing at it. It was several feet away and he looked ready to topple over.

[James Malcom MacDougal]

"Hi, I'm Nurse Callahan,"


If he stayed still it wasn't so bad. He'd never broken anything before, except his wrist last summer, but it had only been a brief pain, quickly mended. He wondered abstractly if the adrenaline from the game was what kept him on his feet, able to walk up to the wing unaided. And then the nurse came out and he could only stare blankly. Of course, the headmistress had mentioned the name at the feast, but he hadn't really been paying attention. Alex's girlfriend. They'd seen each other over Christmas of course, but he...


"...hurt besides the arm?" Elle asked as she reached his side. "Can you walk to the nearest bed?"

Jamie realized he had been drifting off, and looked down at the (now much) shorter woman. "...um?" He said gracefully, reluctant all of a sudden to leave his support and strike out towards the bed.

[Elle Callahan]

Silence. The boy was more like his father every second. Apparently he had more than his father's height. He'd gained some of his personality as well. Elle wondered if this Kameren would be as big of a cry baby as other Kamerens she had known. It was a well known fact in the medical community that Kamerens were bad patients.

. "...um?" He said gracefully, reluctant all of a sudden to leave his support and strike out towards the bed.

The boy was obviously in pain and it could be more than his arm. He was leaning rather heavily on the door frame. Maybe some broken ribs if he'd taken a bludger in the side. Elle pulled out her wand and summoned a stool. It landed directly in front of them.

"Sit." Elle said, tucking her wand in her pocket so she could catch him if he fell. Elle gently grabbed his good arm to guide him to the stool. Once he was seated she summoned his medical chart.

"Allergic to anything?" She asked a packet of paper sped towards them. Elle snatched it out of the air before it could fly past her head. Elle glared at the paper as she skimmed it. There didn't seem to be any notations about allergies to potions.

"On a level from pigmypuff to dementors how bad is the pain?" Elle asked as she tossed the chart on the nearest bed and faced her patient. His shoulder was at eye level with him on the stool. Dislocated. She would have to pop it back into place before she could heal it. But she would need to see if he had any hurt ribs first.

"Do your ribs hurt?" Elle said glancing up at him.

[James Malcom MacDougal]

"Sit."

Jamie swayed, but a firm hand caught him around the bicep and sat him down on a stool that appeared from nowhere.

"Allergic to anything?"

"No?"

"On a level from pigmypuff to dementors how bad is the pain?"

"Hippogriff?" everything on the left felt like white fire whenever he moved. It had been a good game, though, he thought, shivering. They fought head-to-head against Ravenclaw before breaking free from the tie and scoring another 13 goals before the Snitch had been caught.

"Do your ribs hurt?" Elle said glancing up at him.

"y-Yes..." He winced, flinching as she poked and prodded. The shifting of bones again sent white across his vision, but he didn't feel himself start to tip sideways and slide off the stool.

[Elle Callahan]

Merlin's Blood underpants! All she did was skim one finger on his shoulder to see if it as dislocated or just looked liked it because of the uniform and the giant went timber. It would have been funny if Elle had been watching on the sidelines. Instead she grabbed her wand out of her apron pocket and levitated the giant to the bed. She ignored the sound of crumpling parchment as she laid Jamie on top of his medical chart. A few wrinkled feet of parchment wouldn't hurt anyone.

With another wave of her wand the bulky quidditch robes vanished, leaving the second layer of his uniform. His arm was a masterpiece of bruises from shoulder to wrist. It looked horrific but It was the ribs that worried Elle. Were they cracked or broken? She didn't think there was any internal bleeding. There was thankfully no blood coming out of his mouth. Elle could just imagine the holwer she'd get from Morag if he had punctured something.


Elle ran her wand over the ribs. Cracked ribs. Bloody bludgers. "Looks like you took a nasty hit. Some cracked ribs and a broken shoulder. Nothing a few spells and cheese toasties can't fix," Elle said with a smile as she summoned a pain potion. The bones could be healed quickly but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt.

"Drink this. It'll help with the pain," Elle said offering him a small vial.

[James Malcom MacDougal]

"Looks like you took a nasty hit. Some cracked ribs and a broken shoulder. Nothing a few spells and cheese toasties can't fix," Elle said with a smile as she summoned a pain potion. The bones could be healed quickly but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt.

"Drink this. It'll help with the pain," Elle said offering him a small vial.

Jamie grimaced and drank the potion, then grimaced again. He wasn't sure if it was worth the taste of these things. He looked up at the woman now looming over him, still feeling a little woozy. "How bad is it?" Where had his robe gone? He was left wearing the sleeveless undertunic and trousers they all wore to keep warm up in the air above the pitch. Actually, he really didn't remember laying down, either.

[Elle Callahan]

Poor kid. Elle didn't envy Jamie. Pain potions were chalky nasty things and artificial flavor just made it worse in her opinion. Elle summoned a drinking glass and filled it with water from her wand and handed it to the boy. He looked just like his father did when he had to take the stuff.

"How bad is it?"

Elle offered Jamie an encouraging smile. "Couple of cracked ribs and a broken shoulder. It'll be a quick fix but it'll hurt some. A sharp pain and then it's over. You'll be sore and its best to keep your arm in a sling for a day. It'll ache and be weaker than normal and more prone to injury. But you'll make a quick recovery. Your ribs will be tender. Best to avoid, bludgers for a few days." Elle chatted as she prodded first his shoulder and then his ribs with her wand. It was over in a minute. Healing bones wasn't a hard thing to do. Just a quick mending spell. He didn't need any to be regrown. Now that was a nasty matter that took hours.

"You're going to feel some dizziness for a while so you probably should stay here for at least thirty minutes." Elle said wondering what to do next. Should she leave him alone? Go back to her cleaning? The kid in the other bed was likely sleeping and didn't need their next potion for a while. Should Elle tell Alex about this? As his girlfriend he probably would want to hear it from her. It wasn't a super serious accident but it wasn't a papercut either. Then again as Hogwarts' nurse was this something she would write home about? If he were any other student would she even think about informing the parent? Probably not.

[James Malcom MacDougal]

"Couple of cracked ribs and a broken shoulder. It'll be a quick fix but it'll hurt some. A sharp pain and then it's over. You'll be sore and its best to keep your arm in a sling for a day. It'll ache and be weaker than normal and more prone to injury. But you'll make a quick recovery. Your ribs will be tender. Best to avoid, bludgers for a few days."

"Ow," He protested, more out of habit than pain. The little vial had done its work well. "We won, though!" He couldn't resist bragging a little, raising both arms above his head in salute. Now that his arm wasn't screaming at him in pain he was starting to feel a lot more celebratory. It had been a hard victory before they'd been able to break the tie and start scoring. And then Charlie had seen the Snitch.

"You're going to feel some dizziness for a while so you probably should stay here for at least thirty minutes."

A thought came to him like a blow, a low sick feeling. "Y-you're not going to tell my mom, are you?" He asked, celebratory mood abruptly gone. There was no way, especially after this last month, that Morag was going to take the news in any sort of rational manner. It would be a personal affront against her, a deliberate attempt on his life, a conspiracy, and Merlin only knew what else. He frowned, worrying. Leaving her alone in the manor seemed more and more like a bad idea as time went on.

[Elle Callahan]

Jamie Macdougal looked so much like his father. Elle was speechless as his face lit up with joy as he talked about the qudditch match. She couldn't help but see the family resemblance. His coloring might be different but he moved like Alex did. The same lithe grace. The same cocky smile.

You're going to feel some dizziness for a while so you probably should stay here for at least thirty minutes."

A thought came to him like a blow, a low sick feeling. "Y-you're not going to tell my mom, are you?"

The question struck Elle like a blow. Oh bloody socks. She had to notify his parents. It was a routine heal. It wouldn't be more than a quick note letting the parents know their child had been in the hospital wing. Nothing major. Just a headsup. But would his parents see it that way? How would Alex react?

"Well I'm suppose to notify your parents whenever you come into the wing. Just a quick owl. Healed a few broken bones..." Elle said trailing off. Jamie seemed really worried about letting his mom find out about his little trip. Why?

[James Malcom MacDougal]

"Well I'm suppose to notify your parents whenever you come into the wing. Just a quick owl. Healed a few broken bones.."

Shit.

Shitshitshitshit.

He could practically hear the prompting hanging off the end of nurse Callahan's sentence. He gulped, twining his fingers in the sheet, looking down. "N-nothing. She's just, gonna freak."  Mum was always protective, but it seemed like him meeting Alex and the custody fight and the bloody fucking war starting up again had ramped that up. The Flux brought with it memories she'd tried to bury.

Now Morag was sure every shadow held some threat to her or his safety, and a note saying he'd shattered his shoulder and some ribs, no big, was not going to help.

[Elle Callahan]

Elle's heart went out to Jamie. He looked really worried about the letter to his mum. Elle had heard stories about the woman's temper. How she over reacted about the simplest things. This would likely set her off. But it couldn't be helped. Elle had to notify his parents that he had been in the wing.

"Look, I don't have to go into great detail. But I do have to make the notification that you were in the wing after a qudditch injury. If you would think it would help I could also send a note from you as well?" Elle offered.