InsaneJournal

RP: Hard at work
Date and Time: 7 February 2008, early morning
Characters: Lavender Brown, coworker, patient
Location: St. Mungo’s Hospital
Rating: G
Warnings very mild adult language
Summary Lavender has a mishap at work
Completion complete


Lavender was feeling pretty good about the world in general. Her third shift coming to a close soon meant three days at St. Mungo’s without getting lost in the enormous building, or flustered around her coworkers on top of being welcomed into the fold and tending to patients had made her feel useful again. Lovely.

At the moment, however, Lavender was a bit confused. She was standing just inside of a room, chart in hand, wondering why she had been called on this particular case. Visually examining her patient, a boy, no older than seven or eight, pale and breathing shallowly, she didn’t see why he would be a difficult case. His chart said that he had had a nasty blow to the head, but responded to outside stimuli. If he already had been diagnosed, with little else they could do until he woke up, why was she here?

Approaching the little prone form, Lavender cast a few spells, detecting trauma, and an odd fluctuation in the boy’s magic. She felt the air tingle with a surge in his magic as she neared the bed. Very odd indeed. Just as the Healer who had called her in on this case, Rosewood, if she recalled correctly, entered the room, the boy’s parents in tow, Lavender reached down to check the responsiveness of the boy’s pupils. As her hand made contact, she felt the air bristle and she was flung backwards, landing on her arse, and skidding across the floor until the wall stopped her. Ooof. That was a bad idea.

Lavender heard Rosewood start to come over to make sure she was alright, but raised a hand to stop the other healer. Taking just a moment longer to regain her breath, Lavender spoke. “I’m fine, just a little winded. You should go. No need for anyone else to be sent flying.”

Rosewood, guided the boy’s parents out, but wasn’t about to concede. “You need to get checked out.” Lavender tried to protest, to say that she was just fine, but Rosewood was having none of that. “We don’t even know what young mister Kline did to you there. You need to be checked out.” Lavender gave in, and allowed the other healer to lead her away, into an empty exam room, though she was convinced that she was perfectly fine.