rp-thread: mulciber & pye Who: Herweald Mulciber and Gus Pye and a troublesome patient who suddenly isn't that troublesome anymore. When: October 20th 2000. Where: The West Wing. St. Mungo's. Rating: TBD. Summary: Patients have been vanishing in the West Wing and because his life isn't already interesting enough, Gus Pye decides to investigate the matter. Guess who his suspicion falls on.
Gus Pye slammed the patient's chart down in frustration, barely earning a reaction in the chaos that had become the trademark of St. Mungo's West Wing. There was the habitual yelling of insults, moans of pain or just general screaming to make themselves heard. Among that people were rushing up and down the hallways, taking their noise with them, so more noisy people could take their place.
He looked thoughtfully at the hallway. Losing a patient among the chaos was so easy. But displacing five within a week? That had to raise some eyebrows and the fact that no one seemed to notice or care, was reason enough to keep Gus awake at night, his mind incapable of calming down until he unravelled this particular mystery. A particularly loud shout in the hallway caught his attention and Gus stuck his head out of the staff room's door.
"What's going on?" He yelled down the hallways, not really expecting an answer. He didn't need one, either. A patient, a tall burly man with sand-coloured hair, was being restrained by a combination of Healers and matrons. There was Nurse Louisa, a woman built like a walrus, who aimed, ran and – Gus winced in sympathy – jumped at the patient who went down immediately. Granted, if Nurse Louisa jumped on your back, everyone would go down. If only from the shock. Gus shook his head and grabbed the patient's chart once more, but before he could as much as take a glimpse at it, he was called away. Another emergency.
It took Gus three hours until he got remotely close to the staff room and his little stack of lost patients- charts. It was surprisingly calm and a short inquiry revealed that a popular programme was on the Wizarding Wireless. Gus grinned. It was astonishing how a Quidditch match or a beloved radio programme could make people forget their pain. During the Quidditch World Cup, the hospital had been almost empty – and the moment the game was over, people would come storming back in, as if determined to make up for lost time. Gus yawned as he went down he hallway, then halted as he recognised the troublesome patient from before coming out of an examination room. He was half-afraid that this time he would have to take part in the restraining as Nurse Louisa had left about an hour ago. But there was no need for "forceful arguments". The patient smiled at someone standing in the doorway, hidden from Gus' view. Gus blinked, rubbed his eyes and took another good look. It was indeed the same patient from before. The one insisting he would do unspeakable things to every Healer who dared to lay a hand on him – and now he was acting like an obedient little lamb? Discarding the thought of his patients charts of the missing, Gus remained a moment longer, trying to catch a glimpse of the person the patient had talked to, now completely meek. But to no avail. The patient left and the door closed.
A small frustrated sound escaped Gus. He had to know. It was a bad idea but really, he had to know or die from unfulfilled curiosity. With renewed determination, Gus grabbed the first stack of patients' charts within reach and strolled down the corridor, until he reached the door, then knocked.
"Hello? I've got the patient's charts you requested." Gus opened the door, hoping to look as innocent as possible for there hadn't been as much as a request for a band aid. His gaze set on the man occupying the room and he froze. "Mr. Mulciber," Gus finished lamely, cursing his curiosity.