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Post by Katia Medina on Jun 19, 2015 15:16:00 GMT -5
"Does he have any family who needs notified?" Katia asked as she lay the patient on a bed. A flick of her wand brought the proper tools soaring from their shelves to settle in a neat line on the bedside table. She would have to wake him shortly in order to take some potions, but for now she tended to his outer wounds. He really was an attractive man. It was too bad about the alcoholism, though she supposed he'd be good for a night if she could get him fixed up.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 19, 2015 15:22:08 GMT -5
Michael chewed his lip and shook his head. "No. I think the only one alive is his mother and they don't speak," he said. This wasn't the way he'd wanted to spend the night, and it had better not affect anything with his vouching for Skylar. "It's just him and his daughter." That was largely Skylar's fault, but he wasn't going to say that out loud. He rubbed at one ankle with his other foot, encased in a haphazardly-tied shoe.
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Post by Katia Medina on Jun 19, 2015 15:31:01 GMT -5
Katia caught that motion and paused in what she was doing. "Do you have any injuries?" she asked. She'd been focused on the unconscious man, but if a professor had need of her, he should be tended to first. "If you've been drinking too, the potion on the end there will clean everything out of your system." She wouldn't begin to assume, one way or the other, simply by the way they'd been dressed. Two half-clothed men were two half-clothed men.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 19, 2015 15:35:34 GMT -5
"I'm fine, and I'm sober," Michael said, only then realizing how he must have looked. Mussed hair, wrinkled clothes that looked more suited for a bedroom, more stubble on his chin than usual. At least he and Dare hadn't been out that night and ended up drunk. "I just wanted to make sure he's okay and didn't want to run up and change." They were friends, after all.
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Post by Katia Medina on Jun 19, 2015 15:45:02 GMT -5
"All right," Katia said, "but if you decide you need a calming potion, let me know." He seemed perfectly calm. Of course, if Hogwarts was always like this, maybe it didn't disturb anyone but her.
"He'll live," she said. "In what state I can't be certain right now. A concussion is dangerous enough on its own. I can tell you this much: If he doesn't stop drinking he won't recover. Any brain damage will be completely unable to heal with drugs or alcohol in his system. He may experience brain damage, have trouble concentrating, or be unable to remember things."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 19, 2015 15:49:19 GMT -5
Michael sighed heavily and sank into a chair near the bed. Telling Skylar he had to stop drinking was not an appealing thought. Maybe he could appeal to the man's love of Ember. "I'll try to get him to stop, but I can't guarantee anything." Leaving Skylar alone to his own devices could really come back to bite Michael in the arse if the man got some wild ideas, so he had to give it a try.
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Post by Katia Medina on Jun 19, 2015 15:54:11 GMT -5
"You might want to look into an alcohol treatment facility," Katia recommended. "Someone with the level of dependence this man is exhibiting could require constant supervision. If he has a traumatic brain injury, drinking again could kill him." She hadn't found any brain injury, but thought it prudent to tell the man's friend exactly how serious this could be.
"Would you like to step outside while I wake him?" He was as healed as he could get while stunned and unconscious.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 19, 2015 18:13:26 GMT -5
"It might be be better for me to stay," Micharl said, eyeing his unconscious friend. "He can be dangerous, even when drunk, wandless, and injured." He didn't want her to wake Skylar just to have the man lunge at her in confusion or misplaced anger.
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Post by Katia Medina on Jun 19, 2015 18:22:24 GMT -5
Katia looked down at the man. He certainly looked dangerous, and she wasn't at all interested in being injured. She pushed back her generous mane and straightened, her posture that of the position in which she'd been raised, then brought up her wand. She was an excellent Healer and was frightened of no man.
"Rennervate." She had a stunner waiting if she needed it.
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Post by Skylar Constantine on Jun 19, 2015 18:37:01 GMT -5
Consciousness didn't come quickly for Skylar, and he didn't pursue it. If his head hurt this badly, he was having his first real hangover in years and he intended to sleep it off. The bed felt like crap though, so he lifted an arm to shield his eyes before even trying to open them. He'd made it home, hadn't he?
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Post by Katia Medina on Jun 19, 2015 18:40:17 GMT -5
Katia breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn't fighting, though he certainly didn't need to move so much. "You're in the hospital wing," she said. "I'm going to lift the head of the bed a bit and give you a cleansing potion to rid your body of toxins. Here, drink this." She held the single-serve bottle to his lips.
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Post by Skylar Constantine on Jun 19, 2015 18:47:22 GMT -5
Before Skylar could really register what he was hearing, he was choking on a familiar foul-tasting potion. The first bit he swallowed began clearing his mind though, and he cooperated for the rest. He grimaced when it was through and lay still to let thought come back. He might treat his body like sh~ when he was having fun, but he was too old not to take care of it the next day.
Finally he wondered who was nursing him enough to open his eyes. Damn, she was beautiful. His lips quirked.
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Post by Katia Medina on Jun 19, 2015 18:53:22 GMT -5
Katia returned his smile and very sweetly reminded him that he was in the Hogwarts Hospital Wing and she was his nurse. "Don't get your hopes up, handsome. I'm here for business and you nearly died." She checked his vitals again now that he was awake. "High blood pressure, which can lead to heart attacks if you weren't aware, your liver isn't doing well at all, and I'm sure you've noticed digestive problems. I'll be giving you some fluids and monitoring you very closely tonight." At least she'd brushed up on treatments for alcohol poisoning last night.
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Post by Skylar Constantine on Jun 19, 2015 18:56:30 GMT -5
Skylar's brows drew together at the wash of information, none of it he'd expected to hear. "What do you mean I nearly died?" he demanded, his voice hoarse. He moved to sit and dizziness washed over him. Still, he persisted. Sleeping off a hangover he could handle. Being hospitalized for a hippogriff-sh~ diagnosis by a woman who looked like she'd just stepped out of a co cktail party was a definite no.
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Post by Katia Medina on Jun 19, 2015 19:59:09 GMT -5
"When I say that you nearly died, that is precisely what I mean," Katia said in clipped tones. She pushed at his bare chest and kept her wand ready. "Lie back. You have a concussion from the fall you took and if you are not still, I will stun you again." She would prefer not to, considering he'd just woken up, but she'd do what the job required.
"You nearly died of alcohol poisoning," she told him. She wasn't quite as gentle as she'd been before, but if he'd wanted gentle, he should have listened to her instructions. "Drink this. Your brain needs to begin healing itself."
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