Who: Stephen Cornfoot and Astoria Greengrass [Grab-me!]
What: Stephen sometimes ended up in other wards at Mungo's.
When: Friday
Rating: Pg-13 for some medical content.
Status: Incomplete



One thing with St Mungo's was that no two days could ever be accused of being samey. Today, they actually had a full house staff-wise in the Spell Damage Division, whereas Artifact Accidents were pretty damn understaffed. Too many trainees, not enough healers, basically, and therefore not a lot was getting properly accomplished. Because of that, Stephen had volunteered to go to that floor instead, and do a day's work there. After all, he was a trained healer, he could work more or less anywhere, even if it wasn't his speciality.

Besides, he'd been talking to that pretty girl over the journals who was apparently working there. That could work out well, eh?

Right now, he was walking down towards the ward to see what the day had in store for him. He sounded up his own arse, but Stephen was fairly sure he cut a striking figure in his Healer's uniform. He waltzed in, and spoke to the ward matron, who quickly redirected him to one of the busiest areas.

He began to examine a patient who'd clearly been playing too closed to something cured, and was now babbling mindlessly, and had an extremely swolen tongue as a result. He'd seen something like this before, at least, and was almost reassured by the fact. He began working, not speaking much (this guy probably wouldn't understand anyway in his current state) and quickly had the situation halfway under control. At least when the babbling stopped, he'd be able to focus better on everything else.