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[24 Jan 2008|12:46am] |
Who: Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis
Where: St. Mungo's hospital
When: Early morning, right at the start of the shift
Summary: Sometimes being a Healer is rewarding work. Other times, it makes one want to run away screaming with arms flailing like a spastic octopus.
Rating: PG-PG13 (depending on how you rate descriptions of interesting magical mishaps)
Status: Incomplete
The vast majority of the time, Daphne took her career very seriously. She saw Healing as a noble profession dedicated to caring for others and fixing maladies. However, every so often, there were incidents that were laugh-worthy. Daphne was professional enough to never laugh right at a patient, but she couldn't help but find some of the odder self-inflicted problems amusing. If nothing else, any time she doubted her competence with magic, all she had to do was remember some of the things she'd seen in St. Mungo's.
Normally, Daphne dealt with Potion and Plant Poisoning, but sometimes Healers were called upon to work in other areas, depending on what kind of a rush there was.
At the moment, she was having trouble figuring out if the fellow before her was supposed to go to Artifact Accidents, or to Spell Damage. Either way, the small tree branches (complete with leaves) that seemed to be growing out of his chest piqued her curiosity.
"I'll be right back, sir. I'm going to see if a co-worker of mine knows which floor would serve you better," said Daphne reassuringly.
Spotting Tracey not too far away, she walked quickly towards her. Once she was close enough to her friend to speak in a hushed voice, she said, "You have got to see this patient. I'm also having a bit of trouble directing him."
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