If there was one thing Alicia had come to really appreciate about her new position, it was her coworkers. She could quite literally count on one hand the individuals she came into contact with on a daily basis and curiously enough preferred things that way. It was a positive side to working in a small, private practice. Though Asclepius was still in the beginning stages, they had already developed quite an impressive reputation among upperclass magical society. This, too, helped bridge the gap between the more wealthy families and Alicia, but it also increased her chances of fast-paced jobs (such as being assigned to Quidditch matches).
When Theodore pulled the curtain up between the beds, Alicia gave an amused look to her irked partner as he disappeared behind the fabric. It was a given speaking Welsh helped on various levels, but the fact it irritated the living daylights out of Patrick added to the appeal. Allie could hardly help herself. The two employees simply rubbed each other the wrong way from day one, so any means of besting him was drawn out every opportune moment. Returning her thoughts to the urgency of the situation, she caught the tail end of her boss's orders. "Iawn." With that, she removed her wand to Accio a chilled, empty vial. Alicia didn't waste any time extracting the patient's blood from his body, sealing the lesion back up almost as quickly as it had been made.
Alicia mirrored her coworker's quick movements, shifting beyond the sectioned off bed to the lab. Considering she had just recently been trained in dealing with blood and other specimens, the mediwitch had taken a tiny bit in excess of the patient's blood to ensure she left enough margin for error. Fortunately for her she was able to get things right the first time around. Allie tested her results a few times over to be certain, a little nervous to report her findings. Within no more than five minutes, she had returned to Theodore's side.
"Gwna mo ymddangos da. Sarff. 'R beirniad at bod 'n ddiball," Alicia cut into the silence, setting the bagged slides containing tested blood down on a nearby table next to the vial of remaining, chilled blood. "Runespoor," she confirmed, washing her hands and removing her gloves only to put on new ones and rejoin Theodore. If the results were accurate, this meant shifty business on someone else's part. Runespoors, after all, were native to Africa and were terribly dangerous for humans to encounter. This poor sod had likely come across a fairly immature Runespoor considering the Critic's head was still in tact. That only made his case all the more difficult. The younger the serpent, the more concentrated the venom was. "Beth awron?"
The poor patient was still frozen solid, his shifty eyes darting between the Healer and the mediwitch frantically. Unfortunately one of the symptoms of a snakebite was increased fear of an inevitable death, and Runespoors only managed to emphasize that reaction in the victim. The Critic's venom had done its part while the other two heads worked together to render the victim paralyzed. His skin was growing increasingly colder by the minute, a light sweat breaking out over the surface in spite of the localized chill. They had to work fast if they hoped to save him, though the chances of a full recovery were slim. Some lingering issues were likely from such an encounter.
Alicia hadn't experienced many snakebites, especially those of such magnitude, but she managed to remain collected and sober-minded enough to begin countering the spread of the venom. At least it helped the patient was immobile as that prevented the venom from spreading too quickly. Then without further ado, she unlocked a nearby medicine drawer to remove a vial of potion used to calm and pacify the mind. It worked similarly to that of a sedative and would prevent the patient from working himself into a mental state of shock.
[Welsh Translation] "Ok." "It doesn't look good. A serpent. The Critic to be sure. So what now?"