Zane Lucifer Bishop
Slytherin
[green]6th Year Slytherin[/green] Elemental Master of Metal
You people all have to learn. This world is going to burn.
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Post by Zane Lucifer Bishop on Nov 14, 2007 17:23:00 GMT -5
((Continued from www.ragedsyphers.proboards100.com/index.cgi?board=ror&action=display&thread=1194671399 )) The hospital Wing. Zee hadn't ever been in there, and now he was secretly bringing in, in the middle of the night no less, a patient whose numerous injuries and deformities were his own doing. This might put a bit of a damper on his meeting with Wysteria, if she even showed up, not to mention the Masque. He would have to bury this distasteful new feeling. It complicated things far more than he liked. He didn't even understand it yet. Zee had never felt guilt or remorse before. Not as far as he could recall at least. He understood the concepts of course, but never having felt them himself, he didn't make the connection. He glanced behind him to see how Dylan was fairing, only remembering his disguising spellwork after a brief moment of panic when he didn't see the Ravenclaw hovering along behind him. Zee shook his head again, feeling quite foolish for what he was doing. He could have merely dumped the boy somewhere where he'd be found. This was by far the riskier prospect, but Zee felt he had to make sure Dylan got to the hospital wing. Again the urge confused him, but he felt too fatigued from the sudden assault of new experiences to fight against it. Quietly entering the hospital wing, Zee guided Dylan to an empty bed and released the spell once he was positioned. He hadn't seen anybody on his way in and was glad of that, but thought it best he alert the nurse she had a patient. Leaving Dylan's wand lying on the stand beside him, Zee wondered if he should have also brought the tattered remains of his shirt. Shrugging helplessly, he waved his hand, dispelling the disillusionment charm he'd placed on Dylan, and moved back toward the exit. Tapping his finger against his throat and muttering, Zee spoke in his raspy, disguised voice once more. " Sonorus. Nurse Aku! Quietus." Sure that she would hear the loud call from where ever she might be in the Hospital wing, Zee fled with all speed out the door, heading back up the stairs toward the higher levels of the castle, eager to reach the Astronomy tower and drown these terrible thoughts in the blessed scent of jasmine and warm sensations in his chest that he hoped he would find there.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Nov 14, 2007 18:21:09 GMT -5
Vaguely aware of his attacker approaching, his mind whirred. Why had he stopped so suddenly upon seeing the images of the common room in which he’d been seated beside D’rorah? Not that Dylan was complaining, of course, as a subtle awareness of irony became present at the image of D’rorah after her capture in the Shadow Realm. Now they were truly more similar than before, albeit in such a way that neither of them would like all too much. Ridding himself of the image he could barely stand, he replaced it with how she had looked as he’d gazed upon her features in the warm firelight, how it had made her glow with a radiance he had seen in no other. The way she had held her eyes closed against the wariness she had fought so valiantly throughout the night, the way he snuck upon her with the ease brought on from years of sneaking about, his face so close to hers as he admired it with a strange affection. He remembered taking a mental picture of the moment that night, and he was incredibly glad that such a thing had been done; for it had been done for times such as this, to restore his faith and will to live if ever it was needed. The memory worked its own kind of magic and strengthened him, even as his lips tingled with the memory of the kiss he had placed upon her own soft lips.
All of a sudden, he felt the release of some pain, the beginnings of healing where his boils were concerned. He let out the breath he wasn’t aware of holding in the first place. Feeling himself stunned, he braced himself for the worst. Presumably, he was simply being repaired in light of the forthcoming damage. His mind became overwhelmed with anxiety and he found darkness consuming him, the residing pain of his injuries only causing it to come faster as he faded into unconsciousness.
Waking, it took him a moment to remember the events of the previous half hour or so, before finally he registered that it had not, in fact, been a dream at all. He felt the constrictions of the stunning spell had been lifted and he was able to move freely. He did not do so, however, unwilling to aggravate his injuries any further. Dimly, he was aware of the fact that he’d been relocated to the Hospital Wing; the white walls and uniform beds, only one currently being occupied, by a fifth year Ravenclaw boy, the potions and balms cupboard and curtain behind which the nurse usually slept. His head was sore with even the impact of the pillow and he raised it to prevent such a thing. In doing so, however, the burnt flesh began to rip from the pillow to which it had stuck and he cried out with the unexpected, intense pain.
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Post by paws on Nov 14, 2007 18:34:44 GMT -5
Night, dark, silence, it was a perfect time to do all that paperwork she couldn't possibly manage during daytime. Awkward as it seemed to her, she had more patients than she really thought she could have when she first came to Hogwarts as part of the faculty. Life wasn't all that boring in this school. Not anymore. She did find odd the fact that so many students came in with rough bruises and gashes, even professors wound up in the hospital wing a few times. All of them were too reserved in details. So Alex pretty much learned not to ask.
This time, the hoarse roar heard from the resting room startled her so bad, that her quill jumped right out of her hand and made a huge splatter on the documents in front of her and her clean, white robes, while her heart was threatening to jump out of her throat with the same speed as the quill. The vicious cry from the other room seemed less than human, but then again too loud to be a creatures. And it seemed to be calling her name. I just hope I haven't turned mad from all this writing. The next second, with her head turned constantly toward her door, fearing she might be under assault, she stood up carefully and, taking a few steps forward, she was soon standing between the two chambers, watching as the door from the entrance to the wing closed as if a ghost had moved it, while small droplets of blood made a trail from the door to the first bed that was free. The sight was horrific.
What had been a student before, was now a body full of blood and open wounds, as if the boy had turned into a horrible monster. Shirtless, bleeding and apparently so damaged that he had passed out, it made Alex freeze in place only for a few seconds, before her mind started working, searching, running toward the boy, desperate to find out what she should do firstly. To tend to his wounds, so he wouldn't feel the pain, or to wake him up first, so she would settle down a bit? If she did wake him up, she would have a chance at finding out what happened, so she could treat him correctly.
And that is what she decided upon. Rushing to the side of the bed, she drew her wand out of her pocket and pointed it at him. "Ennervate!" But to no success. She expected for the spell not to work, things could never be that easy for her, could they? That's why she next rushed to a cabinet a few feet away, where she muttered a spell and the door to the cabinet opened with a screech and a sharp movement, sounds followed by the trembling of her hands between the small vials of various potions which were used in special cases like these. She knew she had to be careful, but as her hands couldn't be kept still and her heart couldn't stop racing, she found it impossible to even concentrate enough so to find what she was looking for.
"Damn..." She muttered as one vial was dropped, but did not crack; the fall had been short. Here it is... The potion looked a lot like muggle vinegar. And it smelled like it too, but she had added a few herbs which made the effect of the potion much more powerful. A sniff of this and the boy should be springing in a sit-up in no time. I hope... But her thoughts stopped as her heart froze for the second time in five minutes. Instantly, her head turned, causing a sharp pain to go through the nape of her neck, but ignoring it as best as possible, she found that the boy was now wide awake. Almost dropping the strong solution, she stood up like a lightning bolt and was shortly standing right next to the boy, her hands softly and soothingly pushing him back on the pillow.
"Don't move." Her tone was a demanding one, it let room for no reply as she knelled next to the bed, only to look in the drawers of the night table next to the bed, to take out a medium-sized box-like recipient in which a thick, blue cream could be seen.
"I know you're in a lot of pain, so if you cannot talk, just nod or shake your head to answer my questions while I take care of your wounds." Her hands were shaking like never before when she thought how much pain he probably was feeling and how much more pain she would inflict because of the cream and the touch of her fingertips on his flesh. She would have placed a charm on him so his body would freeze, but that would have a major impact upon the healing qualities of the cream.
"Were you attacked?" She asked, more as a strategy to divert his attention from her fingers as they approached a gash just on his collarbone, eyes moving from her fingers to his eyes, awaiting for an answer. "I need to know what happened, so I can figure out how to treat you properly." She explained as she moved to another, deeper injury.
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Post by Dylan Cooper on Nov 15, 2007 2:10:25 GMT -5
The nurse, whom he had not even previously been aware of, had appeared to be rifling around in the nearby Potions cabinet. Upon his sharp exclamation, however, she had rushed to him with demanding tones to rest back against the pillow. He was torn, not only literally, but between the concept of residing, as peacefully as was possible given the current circumstances, back against the pillow, or attempting to pry himself away from it and perhaps save himself some pain later on. Undecided as to what he should do, his eyebrows furrowed in pain and he hastened himself to make a decision. Whimpering slightly as the effort of contemplating something so harshly and the pain that consumed him drew upon his entirety, he fought as unconsciousness threatened to overwhelm him.
Feeling the decision made for him, he gratefully allowed himself, though he didn’t realistically believe he’d have a chance to retaliate anyway, to be pushed back against the bed. Letting a small sigh escape his lips, he winced against the pain he knew would come when it finally came time to remove his burnt skin from the pillow. “I…” he croaked quietly, finding it was actually incredibly difficult to talk. Denying the effort it took to speak, he simply allowed himself to be tended to. His pride took a backseat, the last thing on his mind, as he simply attempted to nod in response. That too, however, was difficult given the plastering of his blistered skin to the material supporting him. Grimacing with the effort of trying to nod, Dylan gasped as he felt fingers upon his wounds, smearing some dreadful cream into them.
Attempting to find a way to communicate, he simply grunted to agree with her first question. Yes, he had been attacked. Moaning weakly as she moved to another wound, he simply wanted to stop. Then again, he knew that he should answer her questions if things were to be as good as possible. Even though the attack in itself was over, the torture continued upon his body and he shut his eyes in a weak attempt to stop the pain.
((OoC: Hey Alex, just to let you know, the 'Missing the Masquerade' thread, also in the Hospital Wing, carries on from the end of this thread so you'll need to stick to what's said in the other one. Happy posting!))
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