Melanie could definitely make it there. Totally. Except now she felt kind of nauseous and she really did want to sit down. But at least she had made it to the tent and she was in the care of healers now. Whatever happened, they would be there to take care of her. She was clutching at her injured arm as she walked into the tent. Holding it was not doing much to help it, but there was nothing else she could do on her own.

"Hello?" She said. Were these people all healers? Were all of them necessary? She didn't really know the answer to that last question because she didn't know if any members of the Irish team had gotten injured. She hadn't thought to check. Getting herself to a healer had been her main concern. "I need some help," she announced lamely. Please.

Okay, so Melanie was as strong as anyone... Not only did she want to walk across the pitch by herself and on her own steam, she wanted to CONTINUE to get to the Healer's tent by herself. That didn't mean that Indiane had left her on her own though - no way. She had walked beside her the whole way; ready to carry her there if she needed to. Melanie would get to the Healers if it was the last thing that they both did.

Moving into the tent, she looked around at the collection of people standing there and wondered if she could get a bottle of water that was on that table... Would that be allowed? She watched as Melanie said she needed help and someone moved forward to help her. Phew, now that she was taken care of... "Can... Can I have one of those bottles?" She asked lamely in almost perfect, yet accented English as she pointed to the table display.

Smoothies. Right. Can't wait to not give those to Mark.

However, for the sake of placating, Dylan took the knapsack and shouldered it; making plans to stop for milkshakes, instead. What? It was pretty much his responsibility, as a godparent, to let this child live and experience things. Besides, Oak would never know. All things in moderation.

Also...."Don't overdo it with the liquid luck, Gunter. You'll develop a twitch." Mhm, there were terrible side effects in place for those that abused, but Dylan supposed that wasn't any of his business. "We'll be around. You know how to get in touch with me." Leaning down to scoop up Mark, who was getting so big, Dylan began making silly faces at him. He was stupidly fond of this kid, didn't Gunter know?

Milkshakes? Milkshakes.

In a blink of an eye the calm times were gone as a woman entered the tent holding an injured arm. But not just any woman, it was the Norwegian Chaser! Gallowglass jumped from his point in the far end of the tend and rushed to her side, disinfecting his hands on the way with a quick solution he kept in a tinny pocket.

"Here, let me help you" he said as he held and guided the woman by her good elbow to one of the empty beds, helping her sit so he could check what was wrong with her. "How did you hurt your arm?" duh he knew it must have been during Quidditch, but how exactly could help him determine the better way to help her. He folded his sleeves up and took his wand from his holster, proceeding to scan her with it.

Oh good, there was a healer. Melanie appreciated the quick reaction time. It had been bad enough walking all the way there, she would not want to have to wait for long. But it looked like there were not many patients, which meant plenty of healers to help her. Awesome. She was also grateful to be led to a bed on which she could sit.

"Quidditch," she responded in her Norwegian accent. Right, that part was probably obvious. He had probably been watching the game and even if he had not she was still in her uniform, having come straight there. "A bludger," she elaborated. "Several actually. The first one was straight to my elbow, but a couple hit my arm." She tried to gesture with her uninjured arm while not getting it too close. Touching it was kind of painful.

Hoping for lots of bloody wounds? The Korean guy eyes Zhenya. "Are all healers or maybe in your case, an aspiring one, always hoping the worst so you guys get to be busy?" He was joking obviously. But seriously, sometimes he wondered that... Doesn't that mean they got excited with people's getting injured. Well, that's kind of cruel.

"Morning, Gunter." Micky greeted the man. Oh, he brought his son here. "Hey, kiddo." He also said hello to the little kid. "Charles! Good to see you here." Because he seemed like a person who didn't like to work on holidays like this. "Miss Fern." He also greeted the other PART officer. When both Gallowglass and Megan asked if he brought anyone here, Micky just chuckled and grinned. "Nope, single as a pringle."

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Okay, so Melanie was as strong as anyone... Not only did she want to walk across the pitch by herself and on her own steam, she wanted to CONTINUE to get to the Healer's tent by herself. That didn't mean that Indiane had left her on her own though - no way. She had walked beside her the whole way; ready to carry her there if she needed to. Melanie would get to the Healers if it was the last thing that they both did.

Moving into the tent, she looked around at the collection of people standing there and wondered if she could get a bottle of water that was on that table... Would that be allowed? She watched as Melanie said she needed help and someone moved forward to help her. Phew, now that she was taken care of... "Can... Can I have one of those bottles?" She asked lamely in almost perfect, yet accented English as she pointed to the table display.

It seemed like the game had over, huh? Micky spotted two young girls walking to their tent, one of them was injured and Gallowglass had taken care of him. The other one seemed fine and just asked for a bottle of water. Reaching one of the bottles, he handed it to the young girl. "Here."

Uhm, that didn't sound good actually. Gallowglass frowned lightly at how she hurt her arm. Several bludgers meant several broken bones at least, dramatically broken in fact. "I see.." he murmured, raising his wand to her arm and scanning it. Yep, dislocated shoulder from the impact, broken humerus in three places and vaporized elbow joint. The broken bones were no sweat, but the vaporized elbow joint would require some Skele-Gro. "So, what's your name?" he asked, trying to distract her from the pain she was most likely feeling. He waved his wand to bring the medicine cart rolling their way and retrieved a small vial of some painkiller potion as well as Skele-Gro. He handed the painkiller potion to her "One sip please. It will ease your pain" he informed kindly.

"I'll have to check your arm, to see if there is no bleeding into the skin or bones sticking out, would you mind if I...?" he signaled his wand toward her arm, which mean he was about to cut them open.

Mariel's appearance was a welcome familiarity. While it had been a long, long time since he'd actually seen her regularly... just knowing someone there made him feel all the more at ease. He grinned at her lightly and shrugged a shoulder.

"Couldn't pass it up, it seemed a good chance to do some work back home. I'm glad you called."

And then... it seemed their first injury had just come to pass. Raiden stepped to the side hesitantly, eyes following the girl as she was tended to by one of the Ministry guys. Chewing on his lip lightly, he kept watch, just in case he might be needed. It seemed an easy enough fix, but who knew how much basic healing anyone knew, really? It wasn't like they had courses for it at Hogwarts.

...they probably should have, considering how insane things got there sometimes.

His attention turned back to Zhenya when she shot a question his way, and he let his gaze flicker between the injured girl and the young woman. One hand reached to rub the back of his head sheepishly as he smiled and tried to figure out the best way to answer her.

"I ah... well I've only just moved back from Korea, actually. Today." Hours ago. And into the house of a friend from Hogwarts, which sounded rather pitiful now that he thought about it. "I worked in a specialised wing in a hospital there. Mostly botched transfigurations and severed or vanished limbs."

It... it had been hectic. Probably just as bad as working in Mungos. Which was exactly why he had avoided getting a job there at all costs.

"For now I'll be working in a clinic. It's a lot slower-paced." He nodded to himself, eyes trailing back to the injured player. "I was actually thinking of opening one of my own, but I need to look into zoning and costs and everything to see if it's feasible."

Indiane smiled at the man as he moved to get one of the water bottles for her. She nodded her head as she rolled her head from one side to the other; rolling her shoulders and arching her back a little too. ”Thank you.” The seeker acknowledged as she took the bottle from him, her hands instantly opening the bottle so that she could take a long gulp from the bottle. She didn’t even know the time, or how long the game had lasted… Simply that it had been an amazing match and that, in the end, they had managed to secure a lead over Ireland.

And now she needed to eat something because of the amount of adreneline in her system. That… and she had friends and family to find. ”Thank you for your help. She said again to the man before double checking that Melanie was okay. She waved a good bye before leaving the tent to find the creatures compound and Ullr.