Grace Jordan (acejordan) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-01-27 18:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | cai vane, grace jordan |
WHO: Cai Vane & Grace Jordan
WHAT: Grace tries to skirt the healers, it doesn’t work
WHEN: Jan 27, afternoon
WHERE: Puddletown pitch
WARNINGS: none, mentions of violence
Cai had turned on his wiress to check to score of the Magpies vs Puddlemere game, to instead be confronted with a confused commentator who was no longer watching a game. Not waiting to hear more details (the news rarely reported the truth anymore anyway), Cai apparated straight to the pitch. The main conflict seemed to be over when he arrived, mostly the injured remaining. Just knowing that his cousin would have been one to stay and fight (especially now he knew she was an Order member), Cai set out looking for her to make sure she was okay, but came across Grace first. “Are you okay? What happened?” Grace startled to see Cai, blinking at him for a dazed moment before her expression hardened and she looked away. “I don’t even know, Death Eaters. Do they have reasons anymore?” There was dried blood at her temple, a wound she’d somehow hidden from Nora, skirting the first responders and Angelina to better help. It was barely an injury and Grace had always had an overdeveloped sense of responsibility for everyone. The pitch was totaled. It was chaos. Grace dodging the question of how she was didn’t go unnoticed by Cai, nor did the blood on her head. It didn’t look too bad, considering she’d just dealt with Death Eaters, but Cai was worried all the same. “Has someone checked you out yet?” “No,” she sighed, stepping back a step as if to fend off the concern. “I’m fine, I hit my head against my own bat. Merlin I didn’t even have my wand, what kind of an idiot doesn’t bring their wand to pitch during Death Eater occupation?” Her laughter was a touch hysterical, without humour. “I didn’t have it when the inferi...I guess I don’t learn lessons very well.” She blinked as if to shake off the subject and gave a reassuring half smile to Cai who was no doubt here to check on Angelina. “She’s ok, well physically ok. Now. Nora has seen her.” Cai gave a small nod at the confirmation that Angelina was okay, but still wasn’t convinced about Grace. “You hit your head?” he repeated. “You could have a concussion or—,” there was a reason he wasn’t a healer, “A concussion. Head injuries are dangerous.” Grace huffed in tired amusement. Head injury or not, her insides felt shaky. Her hand was still trembling. “I don’t have a concussion. Getting hit in the head regularly is just part of the job. Well, not regularly since I’m so good at it.” The joke was weak. Cai still looked skeptical, reaching out to carefully move some wisps of her hair that had dried into the blood on her temple . “Either way, I don’t think getting hit in the head is good for you.” Grace blinked at Cai uncertainly as he touched her. Maybe she had hit her head harder than she thought; she felt fluttery. “Getting attacked by Death Eaters in general is not good for you. I’m seriously fine,” she said gently. “There are people here that need serious healing, I can wait. I need to do a headcount, this place is a...disaster.” And she couldn’t trust their Captain to actually take the time to get his so called “ducklings” accounted for. She hadn’t seen Alicia anywhere. Cai looked around the pitch. Even though he did think she still needed to get checked out, she was right, some people were much worse off. “Alright,” he relented. “But if you start feeling dizzy or nauseous call me. I’ll still be around trying to help others.” Grace rolled her eyes at him, though touched by his concern. “Of course. Just don’t um,” she looked around him, “just don’t tell Angelina that you saw me.” He was going to let it go, but now she was acting suspicious. “Why not?” he asked, eyebrows raised. Merlin, the Vane-Johnson group all had the same arresting, all-knowing stare. Grace couldn’t think of a lie fast enough. She shrugged helplessly as an answer. “So I’ll just -- “ “Go get checked out by a healer?” Cai finished for her. “I think that’s a great idea. I can do a headcount for you, you look after yourself.” Grace sighed, and in the exhale of air, pressed a hand to her head to steady herself. “Fine.” Her eyes flashed as she looked at Cai again, and she poked him in the chest. “I’ll get this looked at and when I’m given the all clear three seconds later I’ll come join you.” Cai gave a small smile, relieved she wasn’t insisting on doing something stupid. “If they give you the all clear you can even say ‘I told you so’.” “So no different than every day, then.” Cai gave a short laugh. “I think your head injury is making you delusional. You definitely need to get it checked out right away.” The Quidditch Beater rolled her eyes again and shoved him half heartedly, mud coming off on his shirt. “Smartass,” she fired back, but the tilt of her mouth was grateful. The smile lasted for all of a few seconds as she turned away from him and went back towards the hastily erected emergency healing tent. She was glad Cai would help her look for her teammates. There were already bodies being lined up and covered, and she wasn’t sure what she’d do if they found more. |