hannah & mark (woodenfans) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-08-05 21:16:00

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adelaide jordan, earthquake, euan abercrombie, group, mark wood, naija patil, priyaranjan patil, rebecca abercrombie, st. mungo's

ST. MUNGO'S, EARTHQUAKE
He'd had a strange feeling when he'd woken up this morning. Mark's coffee had tasted funny, not for anything Hannah had done to it, it was the same recipe as always, it was just something in his mind that was telling him things were not right. He liked to think that his instinct was what made him a good healer and a proficient healer-in-chief, but today he was just stuck wondering why everything felt so off.

Musing at the nurses' station, Mark leaned into the counter with the tip of his quill poking a blot of ink into his cheek. He was often found here, deep in thought, and it usually took Nurse Tonks saying something ridiculously inappropriate to snap him out of his thoughts.

Today, though, it was the entire nurses station shifting from underneath him and sliding a meter or two away. Mark stumbled, landing on his knees rather hard, and looked up in horror at the sight of the hospital's corridors swaying and shaking. Paintings fell, vials rolled and burst on the ground, and the screams.

He'd known something was off today. "CODE BLACK!"

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Pri, Richie mebbe?

curador
2009-08-06 04:15 am UTC (link)

There was a pain shooting up and down his arm that Santiago clearly recognized as a broken bone. Diablo it hurt, and the images of that gigantic tree in his back yard in Portugal came flashing before his eyes. He had broken his arm twice before he finally made it to the top, and it hadn't felt at all rewarding.

Your magical blood, it sometimes helped you in these times, no? Why was he ready to start screaming, then? Santiago could barely remember the fact that he was a healer, that the logical answer was that you do not always count on magic to save you, you cannot.

"Hello!" he called out, annoyed that he had volunteered to get the extra batch of pepper-up potion (which was now spilled onto the floor). This section of the hospital was always quiet because of the high-access necessary, and Santiago grunted as he made his way out. He could hear the commotion, but braked into a stop at the sight of---"PRI!"

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priyaranjan
2009-08-06 04:19 am UTC (link)

This was definitely not the day he'd been expecting to have. Sure, he was expecting it to be long and grueling (sleep with the girls hadn't been so easy to get) but ... nothing like this.

For some damned reason he'd thought it would be good for him to take the stairs - to keep himself from getting too fat now that he didn't have time to make dinner as often as he could. It had been a bad idea - his footing had slipped during the initial quake and he'd plummeted a good half-story downward and now he was groggy, bleeding, and probably concussed.

"Santi?" He managed blearily, glancing up from his spot only to find his vision was clouded with spots.

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curador
2009-08-06 06:11 am UTC (link)

"Deusito mio," Santiago let out, pulling his wand and fumbling around with his left hand. He had very little practice with this hand, as an intern you are supposed to become somewhat competent pero nadie actually did and ¿que hacer? ¿Que hacer? He could not heal his friend, he was a curador y no puedo a----"AYUDA! AYUDAME!"

Santiago was dropped to the floor, right arm tucked into himself as he put pressure onto Pri's bleeding areas. He had no idea that he had slipped into Spanish, he had no idea how he was even moving, because this was so out of this world that he could not think past the blood he was currently getting covered with.

"AYUDA!"

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