RP: TKO Date & Time: October 3, 2002 afternoon Post Type: RP Status: Closed: Public Character(s): Millicent Bulstrode, Jillian MacBarber(NPC) Location: St. Mungo's Summary: Millie goes to far, and finally it catches up with her.
Millie had to stop and lean against the wall just outside her patient's door, breathing heavily, and using the sleeve of her robe to blot sweat from her forehead. This was turning out to be a shite day. She'd spent the better part of the weekend sequestered, testing her limits, and determining that Apparating would still make her really queasy, but not always throw up, her diagnostic spells would make her nauseous, and no spell combated those effects. She'd not gone to taking a potion, but she was sure it was going to be necessary soon. She wasn't able to keep near enough down on a good day.
.But it seemed like it was all in vain, because as soon as she'd gotten to work and run one set of diagnostics, she'd had to run for the toilet. The patient had been alarmed, thinking he was worse off than she'd told him, and it had taken what little energy patience she had to tell him he'd be fine, it was nothing to worry about. So she'd gone around and done her ward, stopping between rooms to breath deeply. There wasn't anything in her stomach, and thanks to a test spell gone bad (how was she to know a shielding spell, one she'd promised to set up around the house, would make her heave into the bushes?) she'd gone most of the last 48 hours sans food.
She blinked, sucking in air to try and focus, and went to the main reception. She checked the charts that waited for her, and so intent was she on trying to appear normal, she forgot and summoned her favorite quill for making proper notations.
Suddenly the room seemed to cave in around her. Her ears buzzed, and her breathing shortened, against her will. She swayed, reaching out to try and steady herself on the counter, but it was too late. She fell sideways, her vision going black.