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Post by superwholockin on Apr 4, 2012 21:37:28 GMT -5
Why was it always Charles? Did someone have it in for him? Honestly, the number of times that he had fallen down the steps was astounding. Only, this time he’d actually needed to head over to the Hospital Wing with a broken wrist.
He’d been walking as usual down the steps from his last class – Arithmacy – when he’d tripped over his heavy book bag. The slip sent him tumbling down a flight of stairs like a bag of bones, ending up with him lying shocked upon the floor with a pile of books on his stomach. He lay there for a moment more before sitting up, his right wrist cold and numb. He looked at it, and surely enough, it looked broken, certainly it wasn’t alright. He groaned before taking out his wand, waving it so that his books all piled into his still (somehow) intact book bag.
Charles stood, slinging the book bag over his left shoulder with another groan, muttering unhappily to himself. He’d have to miss Care of Magical Creatures and somehow catch up. Rhye and Benedict probably wouldn’t even wonder where he was, he tripped often enough. Ah well, from what he had heard they wouldn’t be doing anything particularly interesting and Charles had gotten quite good at catching up after multiple previous incidents throughout his six years.
As soon as he was ready, the clumsy Ravenclaw headed off down the familiar pathway to the Hospital Wing. He held his wrist close, the numbness disappearing and turning into pain, before arriving at the well-known door. Charles opened said door and slipped in. “Madam Briella? I’ve tripped down the stairs again.” He called, wincing at the pain in his wrist. His friends would most definitely have to wait for him; he’d explain to Professor Rayner later. The Professor would probably understand as this wasn’t the first time Care of Magical Creatures had to be missed because of Charles’s clumsiness.
Charles grinned, thinking that both Rhye and Benedict would probably roll their eyes at his umpteenth visit to the Hospital Wing, potentially there would be a bit of laughter as well... But honestly, why was he so bloody clumsy all of the time?
Despite his many visits, Charles entered the room slowly, feeling that such a place of healing had to be more quiet then most. So he stepped quietly, speaking to Briella and eventually ending up reading in one of the beds, waiting for his wrist to full heal after the potion he was given.
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Post by momo on Apr 5, 2012 16:50:31 GMT -5
Rhye hauled Benedict up to Hogwarts entrance. His little outburst on Astoria had taken more than enough needed energy out of his already weak body. Rhye smiled at his friend, squeezing his side lightly as they made their way inside and down a couple of corridors.
"You know," he started, glancing over at Benedict, "that was uncalled for entirely. I hate that boy, Antony. I could kill him." He hissed lowly. "He was one of the kids who used to mess with me. One of the boys that Professor Rayner saved me from." He said lowly. "They used to hex me and hurt me... almost every day. It was terrible." He was speaking quietly now, his eyes set ahead of them.
They were on their way towards the Hospital Wing and Rhye hoped that someone was there to help them. Well, there usually were people there- but, in a case there weren't- Rhye would be worried. He leaned up and made sure Benedict was okay and secure on his shoulder. The pair of them slowly made their way to the entrance when Rhye saw a figure slip past the door frame and towards a bed. Must be another student. With a small sigh, they walked inside.
Rhye took a look around and furrowed his brow. "Ms. De Luca?" He called softly, looking around again. "I have a student who needs some attention. Even if it is against his own will." He grinned to his friend and walked him over past the first set of curtains. A pair of legs caught his eye and he trailed his eyes up to the face. "Charles?" He grinned, but laughed in awkward confusion. Rhye walked Benedict over to the bed where he could lean up or lay in. "What are you doing here? Did you fall down the stairs again?"
Rhye obviously was joking. He had no knowledge of his fellow Ravenclaw's true misfortune. "Oh- have you seen Briella?" He pondered, looking over to Benedict. "Your pal here got himself into a fight." He chuckled. "Almost beat the poor Slytherin to death."
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Post by thatbriella on Apr 6, 2012 20:41:21 GMT -5
Madame De Luca was, so far, enjoying her first year as the Hogwarts Healer, helping out Madame Pomfrey. It was a busy job, and it was no wonder that the older patron had needed the help. Briella felt like she was constantly running about. She was currently cleaning up a bed area where she had just dealt with the result of an unsupervised potion experience. The boys had been in severe trouble after wards. Madame De Luca heard the doors to the Hospital Wing open and she turned around as a whispered voice reached her ears.
“Madam Briella?" Charles. The boy was always getting hurt somehow. Briella gave him a small smile.
"Again, Charles?" She teased, shaking her head. "Usual bed, then?" Her head tilted towards one of the beds and she made her way over.
"I’ve tripped down the stairs again.” Madame De Luca winced. She imagined he was probably in a good deal of pain, and took the wrist he was favor in his hand. A wave of the wand and she confirmed the break. She let out a sigh.
"Well dear, you've managed to break it." She softly ran her fingers over the wrist, feeling for the main brake gently, thinking about the best way she could go about repairing it. A spell would, of course, be a quick fix, but that would be awfully painful. A potion, though not as painful, would require him to miss this class and maybe the next one. She nodded her head as she came to her decision. "You might as well settle in sweetie, you will be here for at least an hour." She smiled at her favorite patient, though she wasn't allowed to say so out loud, and turned towards the potion store that Professor Snape kept stocked regularly. She riffled around until she found the potion she needed and returned to the boys bedside. After getting him all fixed up and in bed with a book, she went about her normal business.
"I have a student who needs some attention. Even if it is against his own will." Madame De Luca headed out of her office when she heard another child speaking. It was a Ravenclaw who was carrying a passed out child. It only took her a moment to recognize the child and her eyes widened as she rushed over to the bed that Mister Alexendre was setting him down on. She shooed the boys away with her arms.
"Everyone away, out- out- out!" Her eyes looked the boy over and with a flick of her wand his uniform transfigured into the hospital issued pajama's. Madame De Luca had had many discussions with the boy before her, about his circumstances. He had come to her on a few occasions, but it had never been this bad. She could hear the boys in the background but quickly tuned them out. A few spell diagnostic spells and she was instantly worried. Working quickly now, she swiftly had the top part of the boys shirt unbuttoned and a hand to his heart.
Madame De Luca was whispering healing spells- well, not exactly healing spells, but spells that were designed to help the boys heart rate even out. His heart would, if done correctly, feel light and his airway would feel less constricted and breathing would come easier. The last thing she needed was for the poor boy to not get enough oxygen to the brain. Briella manipulated her magical core to push the healing elements of her magic to the hand that connected with his skin, and she hoped the magic would flow into him easily enough. She smiled as Benedict's eyes finally fluttered open. After his breathing smoothed, she helped him sit up.
"Like we talked about," she began softly, pushing the boys out, giving them serious looks and pulling the curtain closed. Madame De Luca returned to her patient and sat on the side of the bed, taking his hands in hers, "Breath in- hold it, and then let it out." She repeated this a few times with an encouraging smile, giving his hands a squeeze every now and then.
"Are you feeling any better?" She whispered, a hand on his shoulder. Briella understood that there was only so much she could do for him. This was more of a Muggle issue,a nd she didn't have the means to fully help. Hell, she wasn't even sure if the Muggle's could help. They had discussed an operation, and the healer had said that she would do whatever it took to help him receive the medical attention he needed. She could still hear the boys, but they didn't matter right now. Benedict did.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2012 2:27:16 GMT -5
It had been an interesting day, to say the least. But at the current moment, Benedict didn't remember any of it.
He'd passed out long ago, trying with vain to walk without Rhye's help on their way back to Hogwarts and finally losing consciousness not twenty yards from where the fight had taken place.
Of course, he didn't remember this either.
Now, he was walking through a beautiful garden--more a forest than anything. The trees were so tall they went out of reach, and he thought he could hear running water somewhere.
But there was something strapped to his chest, a large weight he couldn't seem to get off. He heard voices sounding vaguely like Rhye, and Benedict set off to investigate. Maybe he could help him.
"Rhye!" he called, pushing his way through the shrubbery. Another voice joined him--Charles?--and his hopes rose higher. Charles would know. Charles always knew.
At last he broke the cover of trees, and found himself beside a small spring. Charles and Rhye were there talking, and Benedict found himself straining with the effort of carrying the large weight on his chest. "Charles, Rhye! Hey!" he called, becoming frustrated when they didn't listen to him.
He managed two more steps before he fell to his knees, his chest throbbing with each heartbeat. It was hard to breathe, and he just wanted to hold on to Charles for support because he was his anchor and know that Rhye had his back. He always did. They both did.
And then he was waking up, and for some reason, he was finding it actually easier to breathe. The pain was much more intense than before, pulsing through his entire chest with each heartbeat and each breath, but at least he could breathe.
He let out a sharp cry of pain as he took a little bit too big of a breath, and then clamped his mouth down on it almost immediately after it had left his mouth. He would not giver in to the pain, and he would not let it render him useless. He was better than this.
"I feel fine," he lied, knowing full well she'd see straight through his words but trying anyways. His stubbornness to not try and burden others with his troubles would probably never cease.
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Post by superwholockin on Apr 7, 2012 11:41:51 GMT -5
Madame De Luca was nice, she really was, but the potion that she gave him had him gritting his teeth, unable to read. “Yeah... The stairs tripped me again.” He joked with a shrug and a grin. But his wrist hurt again and he growled under his breath angrily. He was getting a little frustrated, when he heard a familiar voice.
What was Rhye doing in the Hospital Wing?
He sat up, grinning sheepishly as his friend entered. The smile soon disappeared at the sight of Benedict slumped over Rhye, obviously unconscious. He sat up straighter, worried for his friend. He knew of his Benedict’s problems, the day he’d been told was quite vivid in his mind, and Charles worried that he’d finally broken, maybe given in to his illness.
And Rhye was laughing at him... Charles smiled sheepishly at being found where he was. “Yes actually.” He replied, “Well, no, the stairs tripped me.” He held up his bandaged wrist. “Actually broke something this time.” He said before hopping out of bed and using his good hand to held Rhye get Benedict onto a bed.
He was about to call for the Healer when Madame De Luca when she appeared, taking control as she was meant to do. She was immediately taking care of him, doing what she had to do to help him.
Charles watched anxiously, hoping Benedict would be ok. He looked over at Rhye and smiled nervously, trying to seem normal. “So he beat up a Slytherin you say? Which one?” He had an idea who Benedict had pummeled; there was only one person who Charles knew Benedict would fight without any qualms.
It was Anthony, of course it was, and Charles didn’t mind – the Slytherin had humiliated him before...
Charles was thinking now, staring off into space, his wrist forgotten and his eyes a little glassy. But he was soon woken by the sharp cry of pain. Benedict was awake! He grinned, happy to know that his friend was conscious once more.
Moving to stand closer to the bed, Charles frowned before poking Benedict’s arm. “Liar.” He said with a half-smile. “You’re a bad liar.” Charles hadn’t gotten used to his friend, and knew him well enough that he could usually tell whether he was saying the truth or not. In this case, it was actually quite obvious... Benedict had just been in a fist fight for goodness sakes!
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Post by momo on Apr 8, 2012 13:59:31 GMT -5
As Charles helped get Benedict up on a bed, he gave a sigh. Luckily Charles was there, even with a broken wrist, for the Gryffindor's sake.
Rhye was relieved when Madame De Luca came, obviously for his friend's sake. Rhye didn't know Benedict as much as he knew Charles knew him- really, Rhye only knew what he gave when the three of them had med and hung out a few times. But the Ravenclaw knew him enough to know that he would be extremely upset if the roles were reversed and Benedict had done nothing for Rhye being injured. Rhye knew he owed Benedict help and support- so that he gave. He was alert for the boy, his eyes observant as he was shoo'ed from the area.
With a laugh, he turned to Charles. “Yes actually.” He replied, “Well, no, the stairs tripped me.” He held up his bandaged wrist. “Actually broke something this time.”
Rhye chuckled deeply and nodded. "About time to break something. I told you that reading can be dangerous." He beamed goofishly and looked back to Benedict, wincing at their friend with an apologetic gleam in his eye.
“So he beat up a Slytherin you say? Which one?”
"Antony." He snorted with a laugh. "Funny, really. The other boy almost walked away with a disfigured face." Rhye shook his head. "But you know that he deserved it- he was making comments and remarks that should have been kept in his small brain."
Madame De Luca was whispering healing spells- well, not exactly healing spells, but spells that were designed to help the boys heart rate even out. Rhye listened carefully as the boy seemed to stirr and finally he woke, his eyes lifting open. "I feel fine," he lied, knowing full well she'd see straight through his words but trying anyways. Rhye laughed pretty hard and shook his head.
"You were unconscious on my shoulder half the way up here. No- more than halfway up here. You are not fine." He chuckled with a smile, stepping on the other side of Benedict's bed, his hand patting his friends' shoulder gently. "We were all worried about you." Charles was now poking at Benedict in an attempt to probably lighten the mood, too. Rhye grinned and watched the pair curiously. They really were close. It made Rhye miss his childhood friends and then it made him miss Lyric. He should go see him later after his date with Ophelia.
Back to the story at hand. Rhye grinned. "Charles has you pegged; you are a terrible liar."
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