St. Mungo's Clinic |
The mains hospital staff takes turns working at the clinic and main hospitals so on any given day healers with different specialties are available for appointments or to treat a wide variety of injuries or diseases. |
Ward Patients
- Ivy Carrow - Congenital Insensitivity to Pain with Anhidrosis (CIPA)
- Anna Lennox - Adenosine deaminase deficiency with Severe Combined Immunodeficiency (ADD-SCID)
Archives
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Roleplay
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08:11, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
By the time they arrived, Siwoo was just barely holding onto consciousness. Despite Seoul's plead warning, he had continued talking anyway and stumbled through a monologue about his guilt that at some point during the journey had turned into complete gibberish. His breathing was shallow and he was trying to keep his eyes open as long as possible despite how much it seemed to pain him. Someone at the front desk noticed them immediately, luckily, and was quick to call in a healer and a stretcher to get Siwoo moved to a room. Siwoo, meanwhile was narrowing his eyes while shapeless figures hovered above him and moved around. He vaguely wondered what was happening and frowned.
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08:29, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
Once they had Siwoo stabilized, one of healers left to contact the front desk and tell them to search for any numbers relating to Siwoo's family in their system, and to contact them. On the way, they found Seoul in the hallway and considered calling a trauma therapist down to deal with the situation. Whatever happened had been very bad. The healer bent down and tapped Seoul's head, let him know he could visit Siwoo now and left, heading for the front desk as planned.
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08:41, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
Siwoo was okay, for the most part. The injury had been mild had been mild as a healer explained to an intern, writing things down on a check board. "No brain damage," the healer said, their pencil scrawling across the paper. "The only issue he's lost a lot of blond. The cut wasn't deep but it was large enough to become issue over a short period of time. We've stabilized him now so he should be fine, and we'll be ready to take his bandages off by tomorrow at the earliest. He's under painkilling charm and a healing spell that will work through his tissues and accelerate the healing process." The intern nodded and the healer gave the intern the report. "Someone is out contacting his family so they should be here soon." The healer ignored Seoul as he passed by him to get to the door, though the intern spared the other a short glance before following the healer, leaving Siwoo and Seoul alone in the room. Siwoo seemed to be resting, his face peaceful.
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09:08, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
Siwoo didn't open his eyes till the end but Seoul's voice brought him out of his slumber halfway through. He squinted at the bright fluorescent lights and looked around, finally more mentally stable than earlier. He noticed quickly he was no longer by Kookie Cat, but in St. Mungo's Clinic. He barely even remembered how he got there. He was having a date with Daejeon and then Seoul barged in and... Seoul. Seoul. He quickly sat up, a bit too quickly. His head was pounding because of it, he grimaced and took a deep breath through his nose, clenching his teeth. It didn't really hurt, it just weirdly ached. And there was that cold numbness at the back of his head that didn't feel natural. He glanced up and locked eyes with Seoul who looked like he had been crying. Crying. Siwoo registered it quicker than he had registered anything else and immediately everything came back to him, even some of the words Seoul had said before Siwoo had gotten up. "..." He couldn't bring himself to say anything worthwhile, so he utilzed one of his best talents. Making things awkward. "I could really go for a milkshake right now," he said sluggishly. "It's so stuffy in here."
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09:24, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
Through of blur of everything that was happening and everything he was thinking about and everything he needed to say, everything he wanted to say, he mustered two words to convey something. Anything. Desperation. Guilt. Sadness. Anger. Confusion. "Stay. Please," he pleaded, just as Seoul got to the door. "Please... stay. Here." He didn't know what else to say that wouldn't get him into a year-long rant about his emotions, so he just said that.
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Daegu cursed in Korean and held Jaeyeol back by his arms. "Seoul? What the hell are you doing here?" he exclaimed and his eyes trained over to Siwoo. He didn't ask but held Jaeyeol back and tried to calm him down. "Babe, breathe," he demanded. "You're acting crazy, calm the fuck down." You know, he thought this situation would've played out differently and with their roles reversed. He wonder how he was the one holding Jaeyeol back instead of Jaeyeol holding him back. He had so many questions that couldn't be asked in the span of the few minutes he'd been here.
09:48, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
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09:48, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
Siwoo heard Jae's voice before he saw him. And boy did his younger brother looked pissed. He looked like he was ready to tackle Seoul and choke him out all in one go and honestly, it was stressing Siwoo even more than before. "Jae, Jae, it's okay," he said, albeit slowly. He was drowsy from the spell and relatively everything to be honest. He noticed the other Kang and furrowed his eyebrows. Daejeon? he thought briefly. No, it can't be. Daejeon would probably have his phone as well as other things. It must be Daegu.
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10:11, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
All Siwoo could do was watch. He was devastated but there were too many new things happening and Seoul was running too quick. He glanced up at Jaeyeol, slightly thankful to see him and slightly annoyed he drove Seoul away but that was something for later. "What can I say?" he said. "I'm a wild card," he remarked. He glanced at Daegu, another reminder of everything. "About Seoul—" He sat up properly, wincing a little but ignoring the ache he got from it and took a deep breath. "—it's not his fault so leave him alone, okay?"
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Daegu turned to try and catch Seoul but the other had already left before he could react. He was stuck between following Seoul and staying with Jaeyeol and Siwoo. He cursed under his breath again and turned. "I'm gonna go find Seoul, Yeol. Call me if anything goes wrong," he muttered, walking out.
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18:55, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
"What? No, Seoul's not like that," Siwoo interjected. "He's a little aggressive sometimes but he wouldn't do that." He sighed, closing his eyes. "More than anything, this is my fault. This whole thing is... my fault. The only reason I'm here is because of me and my great superpower of fucking things up." He clenched his fists. Siwoo wasn't typically a fighter but he wanted to get out of bed and hit something, throw some shit, kick a dummy. Something, anything. Anything else than sitting in bed and feeling helpless. As well as a piece of shit. Or more of a piece of shit than usual. Than Daejeon came in. Siwoo opened his eyes at his voice and suddenly felt worse. "Nothing, nothing happened," he reassured. "Don't worry Daejeon. It's nothing, really. I'm okay."
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06:12, January 4, 2019 (UTC)
Siwoo nodded, watching Jae walk out only to be with another blur that turned out to be Chaehun. All these fast moving figures were giving him headaches. "Yes, yes, for the fiftieth time, I'm fine," he said. "And no, I'm not dead. I don't know the specifics of the injury but I'm very much alive." He coughed a little and sighed. "Not loving it too much though," he murmured to himself. "I'm ruining everyone's afternoon, aren't I?"
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18:51, January 4, 2019 (UTC)
Siwoo's stared at the gifts, and the small smile he had slowly obtained as his siblings arrived dropped. His heart felt heavy. That's why he asked about flowers yesterday. He was planning to give Siwoo yellow roses. Seoul. He had to say thank you or talk to him or do something but he was restrained to this stupid bed. "Hey... Can either of you do me a favor?" he asked. He glanced around for a pen and paper, he had an idea. "First, can you get me a paper and a pencil?"
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Amelia and Chloe
「 Amelia Dubois 」Hogwarts Beauxbatons Alum / Still a Parasite
Nineteen
Witch
Unemployed
Engaged :(
Amelia had attended the match. She had gone to all her sister's matches, even if they weren't against her own house. She had seen the bludger collide into Chloe's head, and her heart dropped right at that moment. Watching her fall off the broom and drop to the ground. As soon as realization struck and took the incident in, she was racing to Chloe. After struggling getting over there with other students trying to reach there too, by the time she was close enough, mediwizards were already taking her in and working things out. So, when she was headed off to St. Mungo's, Amelia went as fast as she possibly could. Being led to Chloe's room, she opens the door swiftly to see (and hopefully talk to) her sister finally.
Message Me • 04:29, January 2, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Amelia Dubois 」Hogwarts Beauxbatons Alum / Still a Parasite
Nineteen
Witch
Unemployed
Engaged :(
Honestly, Amelia didn't expect for sister to be awake, and her stomach feels just a bit less squeamish when seeing that she was. "Chloe," she cheerfully responds her sister's name back, rushing to the bed and examining her twin. She looked... well, not great. Though, things could be worse. Amelia remained thankful that her sister was still breathing. Her worried sister mode quickly turns on though at the whole site and she starts to sputter questions from left and right. "Are you okay? How's your head? What other injuries were there? The healers are okay, right? They don't suck? Oh my god, I'm so, so sorry."
Message Me • 06:27, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Amelia Dubois 」Hogwarts Beauxbatons Alum / Still a Parasite
Nineteen
Witch
Unemployed
Engaged :(
Taking in the realization she's probably overwhelming Chloe with all her questions, she quickly shuts up. She wants to ask more, but now is not the time. "Oh, okay," she says before sighing a little bit. "Uh, I don't know. I just- You shouldn't have gotten hurt, and god whoever hit that bludger better be glad that I didn't see them or they'd be dead. And I'm sorry I took so long to see you. I've never been here before and I got lost and I just- I don't know. I was nervous to death."
Message Me • 22:05, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
「 Chloé Dubois 」Gryffindor Alum • Little Investigator • Patrol Officer
Now that was a good question and Chloe paused to try and think. Which was a difficult feat to do, considering the state her head was in. "I...I don't know who hit the bludger," she eventually said. "They're lucky neither of us saw who did it," she decided, "or else they'd be in a worse off position than I am. And it's okay, not like you missed anything."
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「 Amelia Dubois 」🎨 the french artist 🎨
Sixteen
Witch
Student
Single
She laughed at that, although the whole situation wasn't funny in the slightest and even the laugh sounded tired and worried. She's just really glad her sister's okay. Well, no, she isn't okay. Not in the slightest and Amelia will be worried sick until she finally is okay... but she's just glad Chloe's alive. What's the likelihood of someone dying in quidditch again? It isn't high, right? Amelia didn't know, not fun of a fan of the sport, or just any sport in general. "Oh, well, that's good. The not missing anything part, that is."
Message Me • 05:43, January 4, 2019 (UTC)
Calie
「 Ann-Sofie Deb 」swede with an attitude - singer-songwriter
Ann-Sofie was looking miserable - perhaps worse for wear even - but she's alive. Somehow, she's alive. Struggling to keep her eyes open, Ann-Sofie could really use a very certain someone by her side.
Message Me • 00:58, January 2, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Ann-Sofie Deb 」swede with an attitude - singer-songwriter
That voice. It'd take more than a hit or two to rid Ann-Sofie's memory of that beloved voice. "Callum..." she gets out, as audible as she can manage.
Message Me • 01:45, January 2, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Ann-Sofie Deb 」swede with an attitude - singer-songwriter
"It's... not... your... fault..." she gets out, slowly.
Message Me • 00:48, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Ann-Sofie Deb 」swede with an attitude - singer-songwriter
Well, that's something she cannot exactly argue with at all. She musters a smile though, no doubt, as she rests her head as she was.
Message Me • 01:26, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
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「 Ann-Sofie Deb 」swede with an attitude - singer-songwriter
She unconsciously tries to wrap her hand in his, if only because she'd feel better that he'd know that she's not done with the world... not yet.
Message Me • 05:51, January 5, 2019 (UTC)
Seungheon and Jun
Circe and Carlisle
Chloe and Thea
「 Theodora Edison 」durmstrang alum • magizoologist
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Chloe and Seungheon
「 Chloé Dubois 」Gryffindor Alum • Little Investigator • Patrol Officer
Chloe took a while to gain the energy to open her eyes. Her head was pounding. It was like a herd of elephants were kicking at her skull. What was the word for this type of headache...? Chloe couldn't remember, it was at the tip of her tongue too. What was the word? Finally, she was able to open her eyes, blearily looking up at the ceiling. After a minute, she tried to turn her head but the movement caused a surge of nausea to flood through her and she stopped instantly. If she tried to sit up, she knew she was going to start emptying her stomach. What happened? Chloe was...was having breakfast, preparing for the upcoming game of quidditch...right? No. No, she was playing quidditch. Or maybe not. Chloe didn't remember. She didn't remember. Where's Amelia? She wanted her sister. However, the small turn of the head allowed her to see the person in the bed next to her. Narrowing her eyes, she stared at him. Chloe knew that guy, she knew him. She knew it. "You're...Seungheon," she breathed out, the name coming to her. He was in the team with her.
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「 Chloé Dubois 」Gryffindor Alum • Little Investigator • Patrol Officer
"Chloe," she said, figuring he was struggling just as much as she was. "And I am. We're...Gryffindor. Don't suppose you know what happened?" She asked as she practically burrowed her face into the soft pillow. She wasn't speaking too loudly but it was more than a whisper.
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「 Chloé Dubois 」Gryffindor Alum • Little Investigator • Patrol Officer
"We died? Oh thank god–though I'd have thought I'd feel better than absolute crap when I arrive in hell," she mumbled out. "Wait...hospital? We're in hospital. I thought...fuck, I thought we were in our dorms. You know, you're right. Hospital is limbo. I just want someone to stab me."
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「 Chloé Dubois 」Gryffindor Alum • Little Investigator • Patrol Officer
”Double suicide, sounds like a perfect dream,” she said with a choked laugh, stopping instantly because it sent ripples of pain through her body and head. Note to self: don’t laugh. “God, you’d have thought they’d given us some potion that makes us happy. Or high. Something to make my head feel better.”
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Seungheon and Cherry's Bitches
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「 Park Jeonghun 」7th year Gryffindor
17 y/o
Wizard
Student
Seeing A. Maverick
Jeonghun arrives with slumped shoulders and a dejected look on his face. Although not too close to Seungheon, he knew the aftermath of the match wasn't going to be pretty for anyone - even himself. "Still nothing?" Stopping right next to Axel, he leans against the frame and looks over at the unconscious Gryffindor.
Message Me • 00:03, January 2, 2019 (UTC)
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