Alicia Spinnet (allieoxenfree) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-10-05 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | - retired: alicia spinnet, theodore nott |
Who: Alicia and Theodore (and a handful of NPCs)
What: An emergency situation requiring some medical help!
When: October 5th | 6 P.M.
Where: Asclepius Urgent Care | Manchester
Warnings: PG
Status: Incomplete
Though Alicia had the evening off work, she was on call should Asclepius find itself understaffed. That was a funny concept: "understaffed." The practice was still in the beginning stages, so it was natural for the employees to carry a heavier workload. That aside, Alicia couldn't deny she appreciated working for Theodore and Amanda much more than she had St. Mungo's.
After having stood in line at Flourish & Blotts for roughly thirty minutes, give or take, the increasingly impatient girl set her recent copy of The Healers' Pocket Potions Guide for 2000. Unfortunately just at that very moment her wristwatch began to vibrate and glow. "Bollocks." She was all too familiar with that sensation. There had been an emergency. Allie pressed the notch on the side of her watch before giving the shopkeeper a look of warning. "Hold that one for me. I'll be back." She wasn't sure whether or not she could keep her promise this afternoon, but she'd try anyway.
By the time she had arrived at the scene, Patrick already had managed to get one of the patients onto a stretcher, which would eventually serve as a portkey once the two patients were ready for travel. "Couldn't get a response from the blonde," he muttered to Alicia with a motion of his head toward the stiff male. Without further ado, she left her partner to handle the relatively stable patient while she assessed the young man. Though his body felt as if rigor mortis had set in, Alicia knew better. His pulse and shallow breaths would suggest otherwise. Allie shifted her pointer finger to and fro to determine whether or not the patient was of conscious mind. To confirm her concerns, the patient's eyes followed her lead. "He's having a reaction to something." Reaching to her bracelet, Alicia plucked off a tiny vial of clear liquid pour down the patient's lips. Whatever the core issue, this would slow down the body's negative reaction to it.
Despite the Alicia's calm, Patrick was having problems pacifying the female counterpart who had a few deep gouges of her own. The physical status didn't seem anything compared to that of her male friend though. Giving a wearisome look and shrug to Allie as if to say he couldn't manage any information from the flustered girl, she nodded before taking a business card from her back pocket and transfiguring it into a stretcher. Wasting no time, Alicia levitated the blonde patient onto the stretcher. It was at that point she noticed redness and swelling on the lower left leg. "I'm going with a bite of some sort," she finally chimed in, her partner not too convinced.
"OH? I didn't see any puncture holes. Doesn't leave much to say for this one either," he argued, holding his wand at the ready as if to say he wanted to leave for the Urgent Care. Rolling her eyes at the skeptic, Allie strapped her patient in before raising the tip of her wand to a groove on one of the metal rods. "Delego." With that, the two arrived with their patients in the emergency room.
Wasting little time, Alicia called out loudly in Welsh, all too certain of who would respond. "Mae e wedi cael ei anafu'n wael. Mae chwyddi 'ma ac..." Glancing away from the bed that had previously formed underneath the patient, she was distracted temporarily by Patrick's girl putting up a rather amusing fight. She certainly could hold her own! Clearly the patient was simply livid and wanted to know how her partner was holding up. No one could really say at this point though. "Dybia hi wedi bod chnoi." Despite the early assumption, Alicia knew it couldn't have been a poisonous herb. Very few in the United Kingdom could produce a full-body bind, swelling, a high temperature, and impaired breathing. Not to mention, the man and his mate were in such tattered shape it appeared as if the they had been on the run from something or someone. Whatever it was, if it was a bite, it was slowly but surely crippling the man's nervous system and could potentially kill him in a matter of seconds if something didn't give. Alicia pulled out her wand to shine an UV light upon the inflamed calf muscle, allowing for two tiny puncture holes to be as evident as day at that point.
[Welsh Translation] "He has been badly injured. There is swelling here and... I'm thinking he was bitten."