the adventurous nicodemo a. penrose (otets) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-02-18 20:13:00

Entry tags:

amery wilkes, grayson wilkes, mackenzie goldstein

Grayson
Who: Grayson Wilkes and Amery Wilkes
What: Brother brawl
Where: Ministry
When: Monday eveningish.

"Yes, thank you, I will check up on that," Amery called over his shoulder, anxious to get away from his direct superior. The one thing he could not stand about fronting as a Ministry official was that he was actually expected to do his job. This was something of a problem, seeing as how Amery detested most work, and could not really even name what it was his department did. Which was why he hated meaning anybody he had to answer to.

Speaking of actual work, Amery needed to get to one of the conference rooms on his floor so he could make sure that his notes and materials were in order for his presentation conference tomorrow. Fishing the key out from his pocket, he smiled and waved benignly at some other official he was supposed to know and suck up to, and slipped inside the conference room.

That was funny. He had told his assistant to bring in the materials that morning... why were they not in there?

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macks
2008-02-20 07:24 pm UTC (link)

For the most part, Mackenzie had never been fond of house calls. Granted, she had only been on only a few so far, but the stories she had heard about them from other Healers did not let her warm up to the idea of at all. What was so wrong with coming into Mungo's in the first place? Most of the time when people called in, they were either too embarrassed, too proud of themselves, or literally couldn't walk to the hospital. So, either way it was cut, Mackenzie had pulled her lips together tight to hold back a groan at the tip of her tongue when Healer Jordan had assigned her to house calls for the day. Not just a piece of the day, the whole day. It was going to be a long day.

And of course, it hadn't helped that when she had got her first call midway through the day, all Smeth had to point out, so politely, was "Ohhh the Ministry. Maybe there's a conspiracy in the works." Yes, that had made her feel loads better.

Mackenzie looked down at the piece of paper in her hand, telling her what room her patient was in (oh Merlin, it was a conference room; why had she listened to Smeth?). Taking a deep breath, she grasped onto the handle and walked inside. Nothing could have prepared her for the scene in front of her, and Mackenzie didn't even try to hide the shock that soon spread across her face. Amery and Grayson? Oh dear Merlin she hated her life at this moment.

After a few seconds passed of total awkwardness (there was blood everywhere, she shook her head to try to get past the fact that this was her family, and now she had to heal them even though she was pretty sure that they despised her because this was her job. Of course it didn't work, so Mackenzie tried to act somewhat professional. "You called St. Mungo's for a healer?"

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-20 07:35 pm UTC (link)

His breathing had become mildly laboured by the time that Mackenzie had arrived. He'd been wondering what had taken the healer so long to get there, but when he spotted just who it was, everything became painfully clear to him. Fucking hells. Grayson gritted his teeth, awkwardly holding his robes against the rather large slash mark over his chest. As much as he fought with Amery, Grayson didn't want him to die, so it was a moment later that he nodded her over to his brother.

"He's worse," he offered by way of explanation, leaning a bit more heavily into the chair and doing his best to distract himself from the situation. It had just gotten far more awkward. The best distraction was, of course, to think about the last time he'd been anywhere near either of the Goldsteins ... visiting Sebastian in the park and having their little encounter. The memory cheered him up considerably and he couldn't necessarily hide the ridiculous smirk on his lips. He was aware that it was out of place and possibly rather inappropriate, but being appropriate was not Grayson's strong suit when it came to others.

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otets
2008-02-21 01:26 am UTC (link)

In the moments that had passed for the Healer to show up, nothing had really passed between the brothers other than a few grunts of pain. Amery had slid awkwardly down the wall, pressed funnily between chairs and the large flat surface behind him, and in a good amount of pain. His breathing was labored and the bleeding had not stopped, and the room was starting to spin slightly.

Which is why, when the Healer opened the door and Mackenzie Goldstein walked in, the floor slipped from him a little more. The last time he had seen Mackenzie had been a very angry family confrontation, and none of the people in the room at that moment in time had had fond memories of it. Amery couldn't remember the last words he had spoken to Mackenzie, as a matter of fact, and didn't doubt that they were probably of an unkind nature.

Grayson's "He's worse," vaguely registered and he tried in vain to readjust himself with the furniture, but just slid a bit further down the wall.

"Oh, me?" he asked thickly. "No, no, I've got--oh, hell, I've got--"

Apparently, words were too painful. He just settled for groaning and hoped a)the remaining animosity between the two of them had dissipated and b)her hands weren't very cold...

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macks
2008-02-21 05:43 pm UTC (link)

Okay--- okay. There was nothing wrong with this picture. There was nothing wrong with the fact that it looked like Amery and Grayson had just tried to kill a manticore, and lost terribly. There was nothing wrong with that creepy smile Grayson was sending her. And there was definitely nothing wrong with the fact that Amery was basically dead on the ground already. Nope, not at all. And there definitely wasn't anything awkward about this at all, because they were a loving, close family. As many times as Mackenzie said that over, and over in her head, she couldn't seem to believe an ounce of it. There was so much blood; could she get away with not asking what really happened? Even if it was totally wrong, she was going to try to anyway.

She snapped back awake with a blink, stepping quickly over to Amery. Mackenzie could hardly remember the last thing they had said to each other, but no doubt it had been unpleasant. Either way, she knew it would be easier to heal him than Grayson; she had a vague lasting memory of how he did, and probably still felt about her.

"Lay down," she started quietly, hands shaking. Just as long as he stayed awake, everything would be fine. Quickly, Mackenzie got to work, wand moving this way and that over his body.

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-22 02:56 am UTC (link)

There was absolutely nothing wrong with the situation. Grayson was rather glad that Amery hadn't tried to get Mack over to him - he still needed a few minutes of time in order to gather his thoughts and banish some of the more ... inappropriate ones to somewhere he could handle. He wet his lips and watched Mackenzie work on Amery idly - at least she seemed to know what she was doing, he would give her that. All the better to make sure that Amery wouldn't bleed to death, although he was beginning to think he'd lose consciousness while she was tending to his brother. He hadn't realized just how long and deep the slash that Amery had delivered to him was until he hadn't been able to stop the blood.

And ugh, he hated the sight of his own blood. It made him violently nauseous, but hell if he was going to let the other two people in the room know that. He swallowed thickly and took solace in the fact that he was wearing a pair of thick gloves - at least he'd be able to keep his hands clean. Getting blood out from under your fingernails was a pain in the arse if there ever was one.

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otets
2008-02-22 03:30 am UTC (link)

Amery would have thought on the abnormality of the situation-- a Ministry conference room, covered in blood, with two badly slashed, beaten up brothers lying in random spots-- it probably looked very suspicious, and Mackenzie being the one to show up with the intention of treating them added an entirely new level of bizarre.

But, he was slightly busy feeling very much like he was going to either spew the entire contents of his stomach, go to sleep and never wake up, or stand up and display a tremendous amount of adrenaline-charged energy, or some mixture of all three. Amery could feel Mackenzie by him, and the moving pressure of her hand and wands. It actually felt kind of nice.

Or it could have been the delirium talking.

Amery let a few words that sounded like mush come out before shutting up.

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macks
2008-02-22 04:21 pm UTC (link)

"Shush," Mackenzie snipped at Amery as he tried to talk. He didn't need to talk--- partly because it would make it easier on her, and partly because it would just be less awkward that way. She had no clue what they were doing in here, and frankly, she didn't even want to know. Well, she did, but not badly enough because this was just too weird for her liking.

After a few minutes, Amery was done. For the most part, at least; he was going to be fine. Mackenzie took a deep breath, and pushed her hair out of her face. She had a potion in her bag to complete the treatment, and she would feel much better if he actually went to Mungo's to rest but, somehow, she figured he wouldn't do that. Either way, he was just going to have to lay there and wait for a few moments. Perhaps think up of a polite way to say thank you to her.

Finally, Mackenzie shuffled over to Grayson. He wasn't much better than his brother, so why he said to treat Amery first was... questionable. She blinked, snapping herself out of her thoughts before quickly getting to work. Just don't think about it. Don't notice that this is Grayson, half alive on the floor. Really.

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glovesmandatory
2008-02-22 07:00 pm UTC (link)

Unlike Amery, Grayson was going to be the last one to protest. That would require speaking to Mackenzie, and that was something he wasn't prepared to do at the moment. When he saw that she was moving away from his brother, Grayson made some attempt to ease himself into a more 'workable' position in his chair. That was the least (literally) that he could do to help out his regrettable cousin.

He made a mental note to make sure to request a different healer the next time (yes, he knew that there was going to be a next time) he had to do a house call. He resisted the urge to remind Mackenzie that she had a privacy clause to uphold at work and simply pursed his lips in a tight line, waiting for her to both move over to him and begin to work. At least Amery looked better than he had, all things considered.

He was feeling more nauseous by the second, so he opted not to think further on the subject of his complex relationship with the majority of his family and instead focus on not appearing as ill as he felt. Ha.

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otets
2008-02-23 06:47 am UTC (link)

It took a few moments for Mackenzie's work to actually take effect, and another few for Amery to once again be party to the world of the conscious and living. Albeit, still groggily.

For a minute, Amery marveled in the sheer ridiculousness of what had just happened. And how odd of a family affair this was turning out to be.

And it was just funny.

Perhaps in a maniac, psychotic sort of way, but it was still funny. Hilarious, even. So funny, that he was willing to take the big physical risk of laughing, just to express his feelings on the situation.

"Mack--" he tried in vain to communicate. "Grays--"

Apparently, words were overrated. He just grinned crazily to himself.

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