poisonouspansy (poisonouspansy) wrote in that_day, @ 2012-01-19 20:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | oliver wood, pansy parkinson, week 01: aug 1-7 |
Friday, 6 Aug 2008 - St. Mungo's
The day had seemed to drag for Pansy, who was far more accustomed to the busier night shifts. She had even had time for an hour lunch, which she couldn't recall happening since her training. Pansy was feeling a pleasant boost in energy, which left her dully tapping her toes as she sat at the healer's station. No one had been in since she returned from lunch. Pansy sighed heavily but the sound was interrupted by the floo, and then another. By the time she was on her feet six people had flooed in to the A&E. She got out her wand, calling for other healers from other floors. "What's going on? How many more can we expect?"
She'd been taught how to triage patients but the idea of actually doing it, of choosing who would live and who would die... Pansy took a deep breath as someone who looked only mildly injured replied to her, "There was an explosion at the Ministry. There has to be at least a dozen more who are really bad off, two or three dozen more like myself." He sat down, understanding he would be waiting quite a while for care.
Pansy knelt down next to an older bloke with a nasty head wound who looked barely conscious. She started running diagnostic spells as she called a stretcher in for him. She, again, called for help and summoned 2 more stretchers for the patients who couldn't walk on their own. It certainly wasn't going to be a boring afternoon. She looked up just as a second group of people started flooing in. "Merlin..." she gasped before returning to her patient.