RP: A Place to Heal Who: Elijah and everyone When: January 27-28, 2010, late night through the next day Where: St. Mungo's Hospital What: People visiting their loved ones in the aftermath of the Leaky Cauldron explosion. Warnings: Trauma, PTSD, etc.
Elijah had worked with Persephone at the site longer than he'd thought he would, stabilizing as many people as they could, though they weren't the only Healers doing so, and once enough support staff had arrived, he'd gone to St. Mungo's to help there. They'd forced him to shower and undergo a quick exam to ensure he didn't have any injuries and then let him get to work.
The work, the process of seeing patient after patient, healing them and then moving on to the next, was a routine he could deal with. It kept him from going back, from getting lost in his own head. But once the initial influx of patients were stabilized and there was nothing else he could do for that moment, his supervisor told him it to take the rest of the night, rest up, and then be back to it in the morning.
Despite the late hour, the hospital was busy, visiting hours disbanded in the wake of the tragedy, people desperate to find their loved ones, to know they're safe. He couldn't blame any of them.