matthewstebbins (matthewstebbins) wrote in liferpg, @ 2010-11-07 10:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: matthew stebbins, character: millicent bulstrode, character: tracey davis |
LOCK DOWN!!
Date: Sunday, November 7th 2005
Characters: Matthew Stebbins, Millicent Bulstrode and anyone else who wants to be there.
Location: St.Mungo's
Private/Public: Public, add your tag.
Rating/Warnings:
Summary: Someone brought a deadly disease to St.Mungo's and it's spreading.
Matthew had been asked to cover the night shift and was now resting on one of the couch in the resting room next to the lockers. Coffee was no longer having it's desired effects so he had asked for an hour break so he could nap before his usual daytime shift at the Triage. It took him a split second to fall asleep.
He was rushing through the corridors, running as fast as his legs could carry him. Someone stopped him from getting too close to the stretchers that were coming through the Floo and an incredible sense of dread invaded him. Matt chocked a sob and gripped a the Healer's clothes, his mind not quite able to make a decision between breaking down or running towards the one stretcher he absolutely wanted to get to.
"Matt don't.. stay here. He'll be fine, you just need to let them take care of him, I promise he'll be fine." He heard Jonathan Stillwell say, but he didn't want to hear about it. His Neville was laying on a stretcher, half of his body bloodied in some way and all Healer Stillwell found to say was to not get involved?
Suddenly everyone panicked and took Neville away, spells flying everywhere and even though Matt only heard the buzzing sound in his ears and not the actual spells.. he just knew. Neville's heart had stopped and they were rushing him away while trying to keep him alive..
Matthew woke up suddenly and looked around frantically only to realize that he was in the breakroom. He sat, the feeling of his dream still pretty much present in his mind. He was shaking and tears ran down his face as he chocked a sob quietly. It took him quite a while to put himself back together before he decided to stand and splash some water on his face in the hopes that the disgusting feeling that something terrible had happened would go away.
He put on a clean robe and he went to the First Floor. Even though he usually was in Plant Poisoning in the weekends, there had been far more Creature Induced Injuries this week than Plant poisoning so he had been asked to go on an help on the First Floor.
His first patient pretended he had been bitten by a Kneazle, though by the look of it, it looked a bit more severe. A talk with an Auror had confirmed that the Wizard had been breeding a particular breed of Kneazle and the effects of their bites was still unknown. Rolling his eyes, Matt had changed the bandage, looked for any particular infection and had noted that nothing seemed wrong with him, except for the cough the man had. It was November, of course people would be coughing..
After a few hours of the usual round, Matthew had noticed that a few of them were starting to have a cold and he hoped he wouldn't catch it. He loved when Neville stayed home to take care of him, but twice within a few weeks would rise suspicion. The last patient, a Witch, seemed to be far worse than the rest. He frowned as he looked at her file then started asking the woman some questions. She was barely conscious and definitely had a fever. Calling for the Healer, Matt starting taking off her bandage and made a 'ew' sound. It was infected and smelling really bad. It took them half an hour to settle the poor woman who had not thought important to call for someone when she had started to feel that something was wrong.
"We keep a close eye on her, Stebbins. It seemed inoffensive enough that insect bite.." The Healer frowned and gave Matt the file, telling him to keep up with the Potions to make sure the infection would leave.
But as the day went on, more people on his floor would start showing some alarming signs of infections that had nothing to do with their injury. A meeting was called amongst the First Floor staff to inform them of the situation and Matthew was given a simple task. Seek out Healer Millicent Bulstrode, the resident specialist.
Entering her lab, he cleared his throat and bit his lower lip. "Healer Bulstrode?" he asked politely, not forgetting for one moment that she was his superior and could have him clean the restrooms if she wasn't pleased with him. Or maybe not, he didn't know her enough to know which kind of Healer she was.
"Healer MacDonald is sending me to ask for you help on the First Floor. Several of our patients are showing signs of, well, fever, infections of their wounds and some coughing too. Problem is.. most of them weren't showing any of those signs before.. well last night to be honest." he said kind of quickly.