Next post at Bed 3
 

Cece had checked the sign-in book and shook her head when she seen the reason the next patient was here. Looking around the room she found a girl clutching her shoulder. "I assume you're Pam. Follow me."

She looked down at the girls friend. "You can wait out here." It was already crowded enough back in the healing area. She didn't need any unnecessary bodies back there.

Carigan bit her lip through the pain of her hand and watches as someone else was called in to the healing area. She was glad the healer was doing a quick job about it.

Violet walked into the waiting room with Maxwell. Her head still hurting a bit from her blackout. Maybe she had hit her head that caused her to forget these things? Violet wasn't sure. She turned to Maxwell, "The healer will fix me right? I don't want to miss another term of school. I'll be so behind and what if I need to go to St. Mungos?"

Maxwell Was happy Violet was no longer blacked out but still hoped her memories would return. "I'm not sure but I hope so. Why don't we sit down?" He said taking a seat. I'll be here either way." He said smiling.

"Yeah, I did," she said bleakly. She was relieved that some other people also got burnt, so she sighed, knowing that she isn't alone. She looked at her hand, which isn't as bad as the younger girl's. "Whoa," she said. "Yours is kind of bad... The healer should really take a look at that. Fast." Her friend got burnt once, and it was worse than that. "And no, my burnt isn't spreading. What's your name, by the way?" She felt ashamed of not knowing people from her house, when Hufflepuffs are supposed to be nicer ones.

Carigan smiled through the pain of her hand at the other Hufflepuff. "My name is Carigan, Carigan Tanner. I would shake your hand but it seems we are both a bit handicapped in that department at the moment." Carigan tried to laugh but it turned into a half laugh, half painful squeak. "It wasn't this bad when I first got the burn... it's spreading. Which is weird." She said. The burn was now covering her whole right hand and stretching onto her wrist.

Humor is always good. Her mom had told her that. She laughed quietly, not daring to upset the Healer after what had happened to Alyssa. "My name's Janice, Janice Elizabeth Trewhella." Yup, her dad likes long names. "Uhh, your hand is kind of, err, raw." It's her specialty to not to use proper words. She realized her mistake and changed it as fast as she could. "Notthatkindof raw, you know, like, uhh, red, and, uhh, never mind. But my burn isn't spreading like yours, so I guess you're probably right; it might be undergoing some allergic reactions."

"Great..." Carigan said sarcastically. Her hand was disgusting. "Sorry you have to see this, my hand is quite... uh... gross. That's really the only word I have to describe it." She said to Janice.

"It's okay," she answered. "My aunt's a Muggle Healer or doctor, whichever you wanted to call it, so I kind of got used to it." In summers, Janice either practice for the community play or musical, go fishing, camping, or help her parents/relatives with their work.

"Oh, and I think essence of Murtlap might reduce the burn."

Elise put her self-inking quill back into her pocket, making sure to use her right hand to do all that. Her form had been rather messy, seeing as she'd written using her right hand but she couldn't write any better than she had already. Cradling her left, she made her way into the waiting area. If the Healer person could... like... fix her wrist, that'd be awesome!

If she couldn't, El might not be able to go for most classes. Wincing a little at the pain, she sat down. Ouch.

Based on the check-in book she had just written in, Tayla wasn't the only one who'd come to the hospital wing with injuries from the Snargaluff. She wasn't surprised of course. Those thorn-covered vines were thrashing so madly.

"She could have stunned it!" Tayla thought, still quite irritated the Slytherin girl she was partners with didn't warn her before letting go of the vines, and didn't do anything but stare at the Snargaluff afterwords.

Oh well. It was done and Tayla was in the hospital wing waiting for her turn. She couldn't remember if Snargaluff thorns were venomous, but they probably weren't, or Professor Bentley wouldn't have let them get that close.

The cut throbbed painfully. Tayla didn't dare check how deep it was. She tightened the handkerchief around her leg wound and hoped it would be her turn soon.

Cece looked through the check-in book hoping she was going to find there was no one waiting to see her. No such luck though. Good thing she had four empty beds. Well they were empty for a couple more minutes anyway.

Might as well start calling them back.

ooc: If your name gets called then please post walking over to healer Tillstorm. From there she will tell you what bed to go to.


"Carigan Tanner, Janice Elizabeth Trewhella, Violet Cassandra SilverStar, Elise Fairfield" Cece called out as she looked around at all the students sitting in the waiting area.

Looks like Cece wasn't going to be getting a lunch break today.

Elise looked up quickly as she heard her name being called. Left wrist cradled delicately in her right arm, she hurried towards the Healer person.

Hissing in pain, she looked up anxiously at the woman. Ouch!

Carigan got up from the seat she was sitting in and walked over to Healer Tillstorm.

Daisy staggered slightly into the waiting room and flopped onto a chair, glad she didn't have to stay up anymore, as her legs seemed to be doing something opposite from her head, and she felt like she might be sick very soon... She leant back, closing her eyes tightly to stop the room spinning as she waited for a Healer.

Okay... so this kid was just going to look at Cece like some fool? She had just called off several names, how in the name of Merlin was she supposed to know which kid was standing in front of her? "Hello. Name please?" Cece was a healer, not a mind reader.

And another one that didn't know how to speak. "And you are..." not getting any help if you don't tell me your name.

Elise flushed slightly before wincing in pain. "Hi," she tried a little cheerily. Right, her name. Of course! "Elise Fairfield," she said, trying to grin through her pain.

Ouch.

Cece looked over her list of students that were waiting to be seen. "Ah yes, Elise, bed four for you," she said pointing back towards the healing area. "I'll be back in just a moment." The girl should have no problem finding the correct bed since they were numbered after all.

It seemed to take forever, but Amelia finally managed to make it up the stairs to the Hospital wing with her fiance. Thank goodness, as she was still worried about him!

Sighing, she headed over to where the seating was. She'd help him sit down if he was still having a hard time.

Zayden had began to think they would have NEVER have made it because he had kept running out of breath. He was quite thankful when they stepped foot into the hospital wing, but he kept quiet because he didn't want to waste any of the oxygen he had left by making stupid comments.

He slowly made his way over to the seating was and, while holding onto Amelia, he eased himself down. He now scratched his face... and his arms... and then his face again. His body was puffy and ITCHY. Ughhhhhh.

Amelia helped him to sit down and then made sure that he was as comfortable as he could be given the circumstances. When she was done, she took the seat beside him and grabbed his hand, holding it comfortingly. She would try to help him feel a bit better at the moment, the Healer would help him feel totally better.

"I'm Carigan, ma'am." She said quietly despite how she usually would talk loud and a lot. The pain her hand caused was great to her.

Squishy too
 

Cece looked from the girl to the sign in book then back to the girl and the burn on her hand. "Bed one for you..." Just as she was about to tell the girl to go back she noticed a student who looked like he had been beaten up by a hippogryff.

Hurrying over to him she called back to Carigan, "Go, I'll be with you shortly." For now she had another student to tend to.

Now standing in front of the boy she recognized just who it was. Zayden Abrams. What in the name of Merlin had this boy eaten and WHY hadn't he taken the potion she had given him to carry at all times?

Not even bothering to ask any questions just yet she looked over at the girl with him. "Follow us." With that said she grabbed Zayden by the arm and helped him up.

ooc: We'll be going to bed 2

Zayden had to admit the Healer was kinda cute but, nevertheless, she scared the living daylights out of him sometimes. He was sure there were a lot of horror stories sweeping across the school about her, but he never really paid attention to the gossip unless it was really good and juicy.

He flinched some when the Healer grabbed him by the arm. Have you heard of being gentle to the patients? He thought to himself as he rose to his feet, and then he started towards one of the rooms.