Padma Shaheen Patil (perfectly_padma) wrote in tangledweb_mods, @ 2008-05-30 20:53:00 |
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I have straight fan boys? **Sample**
Who: Padma Patil, Roger Davies
When: 30 May 2008
Where: St Mungo's Hospital, London
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Adult language
Padma’s blue robes that designated her a Trauma Healer rustled loudly as she bolted for the examination room on the first floor of St Mungo’s Hospital. After nearly colliding with an extremely irritated patient, she skidded into the room, grasping the open doorway to prevent slipping.
“Someone talk to me!” Padma barked, yanking the stethoscope from around her neck as she came toward the bed. In her three years at St Mungo’s she had seen just about everything, so the sight of a man screaming on a hospital bed with his hand in a basket didn’t particularly bother her.
“Martin Ross, 32, duel gone wrong,” one of the attendants replied sharply.
“I hope the other guy isn’t this bad off,” Healer Patil muttered, shining a light into her struggling patient’s eyes with the tip of her wand. “Hello, Martin, I’m Healer Patil.”
“MY HAND! THE BASTARD CUT IT OFF!”
“Yes, I know,” Padma said calmly. “If you would stop struggling, I could reattach it.”
“He’s had a low dose of pain killer,” another healer informed her.
Reattaching a severed limb was not all that difficult, not in the magical world. Padma and her team managed it within minutes, after sedating their struggling patient.
~**~
Roger asked the Help Witch where he could find Healer Patil, still marveling at the immense size of the new hospital. Though it had been completed some seven years ago and now housed all manner of healers and staff, Roger had not really had a chance to see it.
Instead of five floors, there were nine. Roger knew Padma worked with Trauma patients, usually victims of magical backfires and major accidents. It was, as he thought it, the Magical equivalent of an emergency room. There were other floors now, a maternity ward, a children’s ward…all brought in by a new generation of Muggleborn or Half-Blood healers that wanted better care for magical people.
He heard Padma’s distinct voice coming from the Trauma Room the Help Witch had pointed to. Leaning casually on the wall across from it, he crossed his arms and waited to be noticed.
~**~
“Give him another set of pain relievers and blood replenishers.” Padma made a note of her patient’s chart. “We’ll keep him over the weekend for observation and when he wakes up, let the Hit Wizards deal with him.”
“Yes, Healer Patil.” The young intern scurried off to follow her orders.
Padma stood in the hallway, working a kink out of her neck. Ten hour shifts were murder, especially so soon after the World Cup. All manner of idiocy came from misplaced betting.
~**~
Roger saw his good friend leave the room, looking irritated while barking orders to her underling. Her pretty face told him she needed a pint with her friend.
“Oy! I think I need a healer!” Roger shouted. “Can I have the pretty Indian with the great arse?”
~**~
At hearing his voice, Padma let her eyes remain closed, smirking and shaking her head. Roger. Of course it was Roger. Whenever she was having a bad day, he miraculously appeared.
Opening her eyes, Padma cocked one hip to the side and crossed her arms under her breasts. “No, you can’t have me, that’s always been your problem!”
~**~
Roger pouted, looking to an older couple waiting to be seen. “I come all the way to London just to see her, and this is the welcome I get.”
“Women!” The elderly wizard agreed, earning him a slap from his wife.
~**~
Padma gave up pretenses and launched herself at Roger. He caught her easily, lifting her so she could pull back and kiss his cheeks affectionately.
“You tosser! I thought you were in Germany for the week? Tour run short?”
~**~
Roger let his friend kiss him chastely, then planted one right on her lips. He wrapped his arm under her arse to keep her from falling, using the other to support her back.
“Got a break. Bad weather so they moved the outdoor show to tomorrow. Got time for a bite with an old mate?”
~**~
Padma laughed as Roger kissed her mouth, letting his strong arms keep her aloft. Since her Hogwarts days, Roger had always been there for her. She recalled that first, lonely night…separated from her twin Padma stayed in the commons room trying valiantly not to cry.
Roger had come down from his dorm and talked to her. They were instant friends, even with two years separating them. When he’d gone off to Uni, he still wrote her every week. While she went off to travel the world, he never missed a letter. Aside from her sister, Padma didn’t have anyone she counted on more than Rog.
“I always have time for you, Poopie. My shift ended three minutes ago.”
~**~
Roger stood Padma on her feet, chucking her under the chin while clicking his tongue in dismay. “Runnin’ you ragged are they? Don’t worry. I’ll get you good and sloshed. You can take tomorrow off and go with me to Berlin.”
He wrapped one arm around his friend’s tiny shoulders, walking with her toward the Apparation point. “I miss your Hag Face when I go away.”
~**~
Padma didn’t bother elbowing him for the Hag remark, there was no need. They’d started it so long ago, neither even bothered to be offended by the mad array of stupid nicknames they had for one another.
“I’m actually not on tomorrow or the next day. How about you take me to Berlin and point me in the direction of your straight fan boys?”
~**~
Roger gave her an exaggerated look of surprise. “I have straight fan boys?”
~**~
This time, Padma did elbow him. “Freak.”
~**~
He roped her into his arms as they entered the Apparation point. “Bitch.”
With that, Roger flicked his wand and Disapparated them both.