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

Entry tags:

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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Euan Pamplemoss (for Rebecca)

notagrapefruit
2009-08-06 04:16 am UTC (link)

The fuss was kicking up like a soundwave and it hit Euan just a moment too late. He was already down on his knees, coughing and trying to clear the dust from around him. The second tremor hit him even harder and he found himself twisting his arm awkwardly as he propelled toward the wall, ending in a sickening crunch.

"Corner," He muttered under his breath, trying to clutch his arm while pushing to his feet, "You good?" Because he was so FIRED if he got his intern killed...

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rebeccas
2009-08-06 05:57 am UTC (link)

She couldn't stop shaking. Her hands, her legs, her arms, everything was shaking, she was trembling. Rebecca had never felt like this in her life, it was terrible, it was---what was it? Finally managing to bring her hands down from around her head, Rebecca looked down at her robes and saw that the neon green was a much darker shade than it was supposed to be. Right above her shoulder, it was wet, and oh Christ it was blood. Rebecca had been getting used to blood on her robes, but that was patients' blood. Not---her blood was seeping through her robes.

Rebecca whimpered as she realized a hook from the coat hanger was jutting through the fabric, and she took a deep breath, trying not to panic more than she already was. She couldn't even see Euan in the dust, but she couldn't find her voice and hoped to everything that he'd hear her shuddering breaths.

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notagrapefruit
2009-08-06 06:00 am UTC (link)

Oh, he'd definitely heard her ragged breaths. He muttered an air clearing spell (the things you learned when your parents were smokers) and then took a breath of his own, trying to step toward the sound of Rebecca's gasps.

"Calm down," sounded a little sterner than he'd meant it to, honestly, but he was in pain and if she was going to be a healer she had to learn to psychologically rationalize things. If they were both fine after the initial shock, odds were they'd be fine through the whole thing.

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rebeccas
2009-08-06 02:34 pm UTC (link)

Calm down? He was telling her to calm down, when she had a coat hanger through her shoulder? Oh, healers were full of such shit. Rebecca had repeated those words to so many patients over the last two months and had found herself annoyed when they wouldn't stop flailing about, but now. Oh, now she was practically willing to find every last person she'd worked with, and apologize for her lack of sympathy.

Great, life lessons when she was about to die.

Rebecca didn't know how she was still standing, though the stomach curdling thought that the coat hanger was keeping her upright shot through her head immediately. She finally spotted Euan, someone she'd been keen on avoiding, and let out a great breath of relief at the sight of him. Her trembling hadn't stopped much, but Rebecca had enough sense (or enough years of having her pureblooded traits and lessons pounded into her head) to not start screaming and crying like she wanted to.

"I can't move," she said shakily, blinking her eyes rapidly.

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notagrapefruit
2009-08-07 02:34 am UTC (link)

He'd been in a handful of stressful situations (emergency, that's what they were called, emergency situations) in his career, but nothing like his. At least it was just her and not a room full of screaming purebloods.

"Breathe," he managed, "Or your blood pressure is going to make things worse." Euan placed both his hands squarely on her shoulders to steady her and then sighed, looking over her shoulder. Why in Merlin's name did they have coat hangers that were so unnecessarily elaborate and ... sharp?

"I am going to pull you forward and it is going to hurt," He managed matter-of-factly, "but then it's going to get much better."

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rebeccas
2009-08-07 08:01 pm UTC (link)

No he wasn't! Rebecca blanched greatly at Euan, her eyes searching his to see if he was honestly saying that---Oh God, he was serious, but----she quickly supposed that she would have to get pulled out somehow, but that was---it was absolutely terrifying to think that.

Rebecca nodded rapidly, her hands reaching out and grabbing his robes for some sort of comfort. On any other day she'd scoff at the idea of Euan Bloody Pamplemoss giving her comfort, but Rebecca did not hesitate in latching onto him right now. She could do this. She couldn't do this! She had to do this--"Okay, okay," she let out quickly, shutting her eyes.

Merlin, it felt like she was going to rip his shirt off by the way she was clinging to him, but it was making her feel better, and---oh bloody hell, get it over with!

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notagrapefruit
2009-08-11 05:20 am UTC (link)

Euan barely noticed that she was more or less tearing his shirt in half. He was far too focused on making sure that she was going to be all right - checking to figure out the angle the coat hook had gone inside so that he could pull her off of it as straight as possible - and that he wasn't going to 'lose his cool'.

People in this situation were prone to hysteria, and that wouldn't help either of them. He nodded, and as soon as Rebecca's eyes slid closed he pulled, refusing to hear the squelch as the hook was removed. After that it was a quick patching spell to stop (hopefully) most of the blood.

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Naija! then a nurse? Andre? HALP

healers_leap
2009-08-07 12:01 am UTC (link)

Her babies!

Not hers, because Lee was her only baby, but the babies of the nursery! Adelaide, in all her wildest dramatic concoctions, would never have imagined that she would have to concern herself with an earthquake. A fucking earthquake. As in the ground was moving beneath them. How do you fight that? How do you fight when the ground you're supposed to be standing on is literally trying to knock you off your feet? When the ceiling above your head wanted to come crashing down on you and dozens of infants?

This hospital was damn lucky she was a damn good witch, Naija too. Adelaide let out a string of curse words before she clung across the top of her desk, shooting at the roof of the nursery to try and create some sort of shield. She saw Naija furiously moving the bassinets out of the room, and she forced herself to ignore all the screaming and crying of the babies. Just thinking that Lee was out there, that Andre was somewhere in the hospital made Adelaide send all of her strength into levitating the damn ceiling meters over their tiny bodies. There was no way that they were going to lose any of these children. No. Way.

But she was losing strength, and Adelaide let out a scream as the last of the children were moved and she lost her grip on the spell. Looking up for the split second she wasn't buried underneath the rubble, Adelaide let out a loud, "Fuck!"

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Re: Naija! then a nurse? Andre? HALP

naijas
2009-08-08 02:27 am UTC (link)

"ADELAIDE!"

Naija had just turned back into the room to take over the spellwork when she saw her fellow healer lose it. Not even two steps into the room and BOOM!--the ceiling above them and the place where all of the infants in their ward had been just seconds before came crashing down on top of them.

She didn't even hear Adelaide's loud curse, only the sickening crushing of bones as she managed to throw her arms over her head just before being flattened into the ground by rubble. Naija wanted to yell out in pain, but something heavy lay flat on her stomach, and between that and what she was fairly certain were broken ribs, she could barely get enough dust-filled air to fill her lungs, much less speak up.

Today was turning out to be just bloody wonderful.

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