Mandy Brocklehurst (bl_mandy) wrote in bloodlines_rp, @ 2009-10-22 09:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | dec 2002, loc: st. mungo's, mandy brocklehurst, peter malotti (oc), type: rp |
You can do this.
Date & Time: 22 December, 2002
Post Type: RP
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): Mandy Brocklehurst, Peter Malotti
Location: St. Mungo's
Summary: Mandy goes back to work.
She could do this. She could. The proof? She was here, wasn't she? She'd got up on her own, showered and dressed on her own, with no small amount of grumbling about wearing trousers with adjustable waists, but things would get worse on that front before they were better. A box on top of the wardrobe held what she thought of as her 'normal' trousers and skirts, waiting for sometime next year.
Next year. She'd have a baby next year. Be a mother next year.
Best put out of her mind, for now.
She'd Apparated to the staff point, and found her locker. Put away her handbag. Pulled out her bright green robes, fresh from hospital laundry, and pulled them on. Merlin, did they ever feel odd...
She stood for a moment, just thinking, then slid her wand into her pocket and pulled her hair back into an elastic. She was dreading the wards, dreading the quiet pity, the forced smiles. The looks people gave her when they didn't know what to say. But she couldn't put it off forever, she couldn't sleep until spring.
There wasn't any part of St. Mungo's that didn't remind her of Neville. Not even the changing rooms. She'd walked out of them one day to find him standing there, one single rose on offer to her, back unexpectedly from his studies. He'd dropped by with tea. She'd taken lunch to the greenhouse. They'd kissed in the lift...
And this was where they'd found out the best and worst bits of news there could be. He'd proposed to her in a tiny curtained-off cubicle in A&E. He'd held tightly to her hand while he slept. Yes, every ward and hallway and brick of this building had Neville in it...
Mandy shut the door to her locker, pushing thoughts of Neville aside as best she could, and headed to find Healer Svindle. Get her assignment. Start her day. She'd been given varied tasks instead of a ward of her own. Svindle had said it was because the schedule was fixed through the New Year, but Mandy rather thought it was to give her an out. She wouldn't be a liability if things proved too much, if she didn't have a ward of her own.
She was grateful.
And now, she sat at the large, unused desk in the Plant Poisonings ward, charts stacked all around her, with her notes lying open. They'd started cataloguing patients in every way they knew how. By symptoms, by route of infection, by essence of wild magic and how they'd responded to treatments. She was going through old files adding more columns for age, gender, blood status, and level of magical training. Were highly trained Aurors, powerful witches and wizards, more likely to get the illness than say, shop assistants? Nothing could be left without consideration.
She reached for another chart, pausing as a hand appeared bearing her yellow mug.
"I thought you might like a cup," James's voice said, and the scent of cherries filled the air. "I was making some anyway," he added, gesturing with his own.
"Thanks. I hadn't got that far yet."
He smiled. "I figured."
Mandy took the mug, inhaling the sweet scent, then taking a drink. "I really appreciate the note, too. And the tea. You guys are... so thoughtful. It couldn't have come at a better time." She regarded the mug, then looked up at him. "Sincerely. Thank you."
He shifted, then shrugged one shoulder. "It wasn't much, but we wanted you to know that we missed you. We did." He took another sip, then gestured. "I'd better go. Folks will be wanting their baths..." He took a step toward the door, then looked back at her. "It's nice to have you back, Healer Brocklehurst. Mandy."
She smiled, watching him go, then picked up the tea again. There was a lot to do. Maybe it would keep her mind busy? Yeah. It was good to be back.