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[Healer Beckett Thorns]

Sometimes you have to first assess the situation before reacting. When the healer casted the silencio on Sherlock - also a patient... a wandering patient but a patient nonetheless, victim of a bombing, Becks just looked at her with bug eyes, not knowing what she was saying or what she was doing, but rather moving back to try to get away from her and looking around to see if there was someone else to help. But the curtain was closed and she left, leaving him with that neon vial on his hands. Hell-to-tha-no, he wasn't going to drink that! What if it turned him into a toad or-or-or into Britney Spears or something? He turned to look at Sherlock just as his mom came in, relieved to see them there. Both boys. 

 

His mom hugged Sherlock first and then him,  "One of the healers told us that you boys were here," she said. "Are you guys hurt?" Becks hugged his mom, and turned up to look in her eyes, wondering what had happened to Leslie. His mom seemed to understand. "Your father went to check on that," she said, brushing his hair and smiling, thankful the two boys were alive and safe but not realizing Beckett couldn't understand her. He figured that since dad wasn't there that he had to be finding out about Leslie, even if his mother didn't mention it. "Sherlock, stay with me until your mom comes, okay?" she said and placed a kiss on Sherlock's hair, hugging him too. It didn't take a genius to figure out what Beckett's father's face said. His mom contained a gasp and again, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Bottom line was that Leslie was gone and Becks felt a pit on his tummy. 

[Sherlock Thorns]

Sherlock had not seen the healer coming. He had heard someone talking very angry, but there was so much noise in the recovery room, between all the comes and go, the beds being moved, the machines checking on the patients beeping at various times, that Sherlock didn’t hear her. He was more focused and worried by Beckett’s condition, to be honest. At no point did he thought that a young boy like Becks or himself, alone, awakening after such a traumatic event, could be such an annoyance to a healer. Sure, they were not the only patients, but like most of them, they had probably lived the worst event of their life that day.

The silencio shut him up good. But Sherlock was not the kind to be silenced, just because you take away his voice. He made sure to express his disagreement to the healer via various hand gestures, some less gentlemanly then others. He had a hard time keeping the healer attention with what was really the issue here: Becks destroyed eardrums.... But finally he decided to “indulge” them and have a look at it. It was quick, and she pushed a vial in the hands of the young puffball before disappearing again.

 

Finally freed from the spell, Sherlock looked at Beckett, making him turn his head and moving his lips slowly: “The vial is for your ears... Drink it..” He was about to continue when his mom arrived. Sherlock was so happy to see her! He was worried no to see his parents coming and was only hoping they would show up.. There was something weird in the air... But he was hugged and he needed that more than he had known. He hugged back, and sat down on Beckett’s bed again, explaining, “Beckett can’t hear a thing. Probably because he was so close to the blast of the explosion. A healer gave him that potion to restore his hearing, but it can take some time....”

[Alexandra Delevingne]

It’s not that Alex didn’t trust Matteo home alone with Lucy, it’s more that she didn’t think. She heard about the explosion, and her mind instantly went to her family. When Cass and Ace stopped by their home to greet Lucy, they mentioned the game was in their plans. As much as she wanted to join them, a nap at home sounded much more preferable these days. Now, were they even okay? No, she couldn’t think that way. Alex apparates off to St. Mungo’s, Lucy wrapped up in her arms, with barely a goodbye to Matteo. Arriving at the entrance to the emergency department, she walks in and straight up to the desk. Perhaps they escaped unscathed? And they just hadn’t gotten a chance to send word? Her foot taps the floor, the nervous fidgeting causing Lucy to start fidgeting in her arms. She looks down at her daughter with a smile, murmuring comforting words of nonsense before turning her gaze, eyes now hard and icy, on the poor witch tasked with the list of casualties. Ace and Cassandra Vandale. Are they on your list? I’m family. She repeats for perhaps the third time, a thin layer of anger starting to break through. So help this woman if she has to repeat herself again. Mr. and Mrs. Vandale are in Recovery. The woman finally replies, and Alex starts walking for the door that leads farther into the ward. Ma’am, ma’am you can’t go back there. You have to wait until- Unfortunately, Alex is never to know what she has to wait for because without even a falter in her stride, she walks through the swinging doors and into the ward, following the signs until she finds one that says “Recovery.” Alex glances around the room and sighs with relief when she spots her friend. Cass! She dashes to her friend’s side about running over another cousin who appears to be sitting with her own loved one. She blinks and pauses just long enough to pass Lucy off to Lorcan. Lorcan, meet your second cousin, Luciella. Lucy, Lorcan. Alex gives her a quick smile before quickly moving to her friend and sweeps her up into a hug, ignoring the other woman present. She didn’t remember the woman’s name, though knew her as a friend of Cass’s from the wedding. Are you okay? Is Amara okay? Where is Ace? The questions pour out of her before she looks around the room again trying to pick out Ace. They said he was here, but she couldn’t pick him out among the faces some hidden by the equipment keeping them alive. Perhaps he’d already been discharged? But then why isn't he at Cass's side? 

Edited by Alexandra Delevingne, 20 August 2020 - 10:39 PM.

[Donovan Selwyn]

Though he felt some semblance of relief that Nic was being a difficult patient, he still wanted to see it for himself. The healer had simply told him that he was trying to snatch at his IV's and being disruptive, but didn't know the extent of his injuries. He was pointed in the right direction, since he clearly looked lost and followed along, passing beds with patients either asleep, lucid, or crying. It looked bad and although Don had seen a fair amount of gruesome things in his life the pictures of lifeless bodies still rang fresh in his mind before apparating away from the scene. The partition was closed, but didn't care for any sort of personal boundary at this point and quickly snatched it open. Don sighed deeply as he spots Nic putting a clean, white t-shirt over his head and neatly around his torso. He take two steps forward before grabbing him and hugging him tightly, probably a little too rough but to hell with it. He wasn't one for emotions or to be overly affectionate- most especially not with his male friends, but this was an exception. The last time he had seen him, he was in that ridiculous ass pimp suit from hell. "Nic..." He pats his back firmly, but is mindful of the arm that his bandaged up. "Holy shit dude. This is insanity." He just manages to say as he pulls away, red at the face - pissed off about having a strong inkling who this came from, but had to drown those feelings. "The redhead told me you were giving her a run for her money? She nearly killed me for being associated to you." He scoffed out a light chuckle and let out a low sigh, releasing the nerves and any other negative emotions he felt. 

[Nicolas Alcaldo]

‘Mister Alcaldo we have all been through something rather traumatic, we don’t need to add seeing your rear end onto the list too.’ A different Nic would’ve laughed at that, probably done a big ole twirl with his bottom to give a proper mooning to the entire room. The version of him that “sneaked” into the VIP stand in a pimp suit and cane is not the man that woke up bandaged in the recovery room. All traces of the former jokester is erased as he focuses on his one mission: getting to his son. Everything else is just an obstacle. A step to take. Nic gives the healer that says fathoms without speaking and a nod of thanks as she produces some clothes and gives him the directions. He quickly changes in his enclosed space and has just pulled down his shirt when his privacy curtain is dragged back. He turns, expecting the nurse, but instead is embraced and a rather tight hug from Don of all people. Any other time, Nic would be quick to return the hug with some ribbing about knowing Don was a softie all along. Instead, he awkwardly pats his friend’s back, only nodding in a vague sort of zombie way to his friend’s words. Though he registers that his friend is talking and joking with him, he can’t focus on it. It's as if they're trying to have a conversation down a long hallway or underwater. The words are there, but they’re gibberish. He stands silently for a moment rubbing a hand through the scruff of his beard as he tries to process this new addition into the current chaos of his life, and the realization that he never told his friend comes with it. Don doesn’t know. He thinks only Nic was injured. Pieces start clicking into place as he realizes he only told Mat. It was so new, and he and Don were estranged, the conversation just never happened. Now faced with the fact his hand has been forced for him, he can’t make himself open his mouth and say something. Something to brace his friend. To prepare him. To catch him up on this big twist in his friend’s life. Nic stands quietly a moment, hesitating, before moving past his friend and out through the curtained off area. He doesn’t look back to see if Don is following, doesn’t falter as his feet carry him out of the room as he follows the healer’s directions. Nic pauses momentarily at a set of doors, NICU written over it, before with a strangled breath he continues into the ward. He must have talked to a nurse or healer, asked directions, because all of a sudden he’s standing outside Room #7, Baby Cabral written below it on a whiteboard. A large shake racks his body, a choked inhale of breath as he realizes they hadn’t even had a chance to think of a name. He was going to suggest naming their son after his grandfather, but he hadn’t had a chance to suggest it to Lae. Now with her comatose down the hall, he didn’t know when they could even discuss such a thing. It hadn’t seemed a big deal with their two months to go, but now…now it seemed as it was the most important thing in the world. Nic rests the palms of his hands on the door, body shaking with silent sobs as he tries to pull himself together enough to open the door. At some point, he blindly fumbles for it, and it takes him a moment to turn the knob. It’s a small room. A small bed area for the baby’s mother, a sofa for family to sit and visit, and in the corner a little glass container. A countless number of tubes, wire, and monitors encircle it, the monitors giving out a steady beep. Nic inhales one long shuttering breath before letting it out slowly and before his nerve can fail him, he crosses the room to the container and meets his son. He rests one hand on the top of the container as he bends forward, trying to get as close as the tubes and wires will allow. Silent tears run down his face as he takes in the sight of his son, an overwhelming rush of love running through him as he does so: the fine dusting of dark hair at the temple, all ten fingers and toes, but so small. He could hold him easily with one hand. His mouth goes dry as he realizes he should say something, anything. Hey, little guy. It’s okay. Daddy’s here. He manages, biting the inside of his cheek hard to keep from falling apart again, huddling against the box. He would give anything to hold the him. To protect him now from all the tests and healers that would prod and poke him. Nic makes a silent promise that he would protect him as he grew up, make this rude start to the world up to him. I’ve got you. Your mom’s downstairs. I bet she can’t wait to meet you either.

[Donovan Selwyn]

Don's life had been hectic - completely and utterly so. With him starting his new life that involved lots of attention to his new thriving business, yet still managing to keep what was expected of him by his father, helping Ém with anything she asked for the wedding, and also trying to nourish his relationship, while giving himself some TLC was alot Hell there had been days that him and Ém were like passing ships in the night and they lived together. So you can imagine anyone else he barely saw. His absence was not because he didn't love or care about his friends, but simply because life happened. They were all adults and sometimes responsibilities got in the way, so as far as Don was concerned their friendship wasn't severed or at least they hadn't felt estranged to him. Naturally the confusion on his face is apparent as Nic gives him a half assed pat back and leaves him standing there like a dope as he walks away. He couldn't help but wonder if it's the effects of the potions and although he didn't expect a welcome wagon, he also expected the Nic he knew and loved to joke around with him and probably talk crap about feisty miss redhead. None of that came and turned over his shoulder and followed him with his eyes through a narrowed gaze. He suddenly felt as if he were in the wrong and furrowed his brows deeply, but didn't say anything as he followed him. 

 

His confusion magnifies ten times as they entered a different part of the hospital and can feel a change in atmosphere as they enter the NICU area. The more lively sounds of the recovery room are long gone and completely shut down as pacified murmurs as the large double doors shut behind them. His baby blues change from that of puzzlement to flashes of Charlotte, but those images are brief as he continues on this silent trek after Nic. He soon slows his steps, Nic already staring through the glass partition and Don stared at him with his head tilted to the side. It didn't take a genius to see that his friend was going through some pretty heavy shit and instinctively reaches to touch his shoulder, but doesn't. It's in this moment that it hits him how far away his friend feels and blinks, silently scolding himself because in part he knew this was partly his doing. As he finally turns to see what is on the other side, he breath stills momentarily before letting it fall into place again. Initially he doesn't know what is going on and stares with a forlorn expression as his eyes fall on a premature infant. The name Cabral hadn't even registered in his mind, since he had written Lae once as a gag, which felt like a lifetime ago and truth be told had completely forgotten about her existence. He feels his own throat go dry and the cold sweat that had left him when he saw Nic was okay returns and involuntarily clenches his jaw as a sour taste enters his mouth. Don was about to ask him what this was all about, but turns at the sound of a rattling door knob and as he had done so the whole time follows after him wordlessly. 

 

The next scene literally god smacks him, but he couldn't react. It all looked like it was done in slow motion and stares at Nic with an almost hardened expression because he wants answers and he wants them now. The silence is broken once Nic begins to speak to the baby and he could see the desperation in his body language and utter sadness in his voice as it cracks after the first sentence....daddy? For a moment Don pulls his head slightly back, as if being doused with a bucket of cold water and brings a hand to his mouth as he is overwhelmed with emotion. Any strength that he has leaves him and feels weak at the knees, but steels himself as he tentatively approaches the pair. It was hard for him to look at the little one because he brought so many memories and shook the thoughts away as he once again envisions a sleeping Charlotte wrapped in her blanket, in her little pink hat, barely as big as the size of his hand. His glassy blue orbs dare to look at Nic again once he sees movement from the baby. The will to live... it is engrained in us from birth. The fight to survive from our very first breath. It gives him the hope that his baby is given a chance, an opportunity to fight himself out of those tubes and grow into a healthy, strapping boy. Don brings a hand to Nic's shoulder and squeezes it in reassurance, wanting to so very badly have him understand that he loves him and cares so much for him. Something he should have said and showed sooner, but tis life. It takes traumatic experiences to make us realize what is truly important in life. "Oh...Nicolas..." He sniffles and swallows down his own tears and clears his throat softly to say, "He's beautiful. He's a fighter that one. I can feel it. And that is the most powerful force in the world - the will to live. He has it, Nic. " He stands by his side, his hand never leaving his shoulder and brings his free hand to touch the part of the glass that Nic hasn't huddled over and smiles sadly, a sneaky tear falling down his cheek as he prays to Merlin himself and asks for one thing, Please let him live. Please...please. I just ask that you let him live. Please." His thoughts are desperate and echo loudly in his mind. Losing a child is one of the most painful heartbreaks in the world and one that is truly never repaired. He hopes beyond hope that Nic would never have to experience that and this is simply a temporary nightmare. 

[Nienor Riverwinds]

 

Treating RED #8: Nienor Riverwinds

 

With the help of another healer, Katerina was able to change Neinor into hospital clothing for ease of treatment. The first thing they required was to fix the fetal bradycardia which she did by putting her on a pacemaker and readjusting her blood levels by giving her a blood-replenishing potion and an anesthetic draught to avoid her from the excruciating pain she will be going through. It wasn't the first time she was treating such a case, although this was a bit more urgent due to the emergency situation. Scanning her body once more, she noted this was sinus bradycardia so only the pacemaker and adjusted of the woman's blood level were going to adjust the baby's heart rate and after a few minutes, the results were steady. With the baby out of danger, Katerina moved to examine her head for the injury and noticed that the left side of her brain was affected by the fall and possibly crashing with the objects. It was scary just imagining being in the VIP stands yet somehow securing the baby. It was a miracle, really. She would have to be kept overnight for monitoring of her head injury. "Turning her over please, carefully." She instructed the nurse who was helping her to assess the damage to her lower abdomen. There weren't any broken bones but she could definitely see a strain. "Hot compress." She asked the nurse who handed it to her and Kat applied the heating pad to ease the belly and abdominal pain. "Ferula." She waved her wand for bandages, fixing the back with them and an abdominal splint to fix the strain on her back. She was going to stay the entire night so Katerina was sure she can assess her in case she needs more attention. "Please apply the bruise healing paste and knotgrass on her bruises and cuts." Falling from the VIP section to wherever had definitely got her lots of those but they weren't anything major. Once the nurse had administered the pastes, she made a note Neinor's file, asking the woman to move her to the recovery room and monitor her the entire night.

 

Neinor, you can wake up here.

 

[operating room free for use]

 

 

It felt like a dozen gnomes were hammering her brain from the inside. Quickly, as she regained consciousness, memories of what happened came back to her. She was watching the game with Blaine and he was... telling her about the teams strategies as they moved above the pitch and... then everything went black. No, wait! That sound, the explosion! Something went off big time and then they fell and she couldn't see where Blaine was and she was scared and the pain too much to bear and she... well, fainted, probably. A woman's voice was a distant, distant memory... Ninny slowly, very slowly, opened her eyes. Initially blinded by the bright light, it took a minute or so to adjust but then she finally managed to make out where she was. It looked like a hospital room. She wasn't alone, other beds were occupied and people were groaning and someone was talking, healers coming and going... she wasn't feeling particular pain in her body, her belly was still there and she could feel the baby kicking, little bumps making her hospital vest move each time. Instinctively Nienor smiled a little, her hands stroking her belly. As she did so, she saw she had been bandaged in various spots and had bruises all over her body. Then a thought struck her. “BLAINE! BLAINE!” she cried out, frantically looking for hospital staff. “Blaine! Where are you??” she raised her voice again and tried to get up to go looking for him. RIGHT. NOW.

[Healer Jared Wayland]

Jared has been in and out of the emergency ward for the past hour just bringing in more people that needed medical assistance from the stadium. He has been working non-stop, providing first aid when needed and transporting more serious cases to the hospital, even going in for surgeries when he was needed. One of the most critical cases he had that day was the minister though. It was a miracle that she was still alive under worse circumstances but she was lucky both him and JC got to her earlier than later. Who knows what kind of complications she would have had if she wasn’t brought into the hospital when she was. He just brought in another patient when he was called in to check on the minister. She was already conscious and that was definitely not what they were expecting to happen this soon. Her injuries needed time to heal especially her spine so she really shouldn’t be awake right now. He saw JC by the door of the minister’s room and as soon as they were given clearance to come in, he immediately went by the minister’s bedside to check on her. JC had started talking explaining the situation. He left the talking to JC because Jared doesn’t really have the best bedside manners when it comes to dealing with patients. He always struggled with that. Jared busied himself with dealing with the IVs and readings on the various monitors that was connected to the minister. He grabbed the vial of painkiller and injected a dose into the IV which turned light blue for a second before turning back into transparent. That should give the minister a couple hours of comfort from the pain as the skelegro works on fixing her spine injury. ­"Try not to move, minister. Your spine needs to heal and we will keep you under observation for a few days."

[Mayor Jason Hennings]

The last thing Jason remembers it being hit on his head before he passed out. He opened his eyes in the whispers of the recovery room where a nurse walked back and forth in front of him checking on the other patients. What had happened? The incident on the stadium came rushing back to him and the first thought in his mind was his son. He started sitting up but something hurt him hard on his chest, a groan escaping him. There was a lot of pain on his chest and he cannot sit up properly. Jason settled with craning his neck towards the door as it opened hoping to catch a glimpse of his wife or family. He doesn't care about himself, all Jason wants to know about is his son who is on the pitch when the explosion happened. The hospital was full of patients, half-conscious, half talking to their family members. How did it happen was a big question he will demand an answer too later.

[Prof. Canry Hennings]

Canry was losing her mind in the stadium trying to search for Jason. She had received a Patronus with the message from Tyler that her son was at home with him. She wanted to rush home knowing that Jace is not in a good shape but she has no idea where her husband is. After scouting the entire stadium there was only one place he can be. It was the hospital.

Canry disapparated from the stadium after making sure no one is left. Savvi had told her they found Ceci and sent her home. Making her way to the hospital, she ran into Cam who told her that he was shifted in the recovery room. Without caring, she bathed in and stopped on her heels. It didn’t seem like it but so many people were affected by the attack. Her heart hurt as her eyes searched for her husband and found him staring at the door, their eyes meeting. Canry rushes to where he lay, her eyes searching for any sign of injury. “Oh thank god you’re here. I was getting a panic attack, not finding you there. Are you okay?” Keeping her voice to a bare minimum, she sat next to him and slipped her hands into his.

[Mayor Jason Hennings]

Staring at the door was not going to bring anyone in but his thoughts were answered as someone entered; his wife. He is always happy to see her but today he was overjoyed. Not knowing what happened to his family is killing him and he needs answers. The pain in his chest is still unbearable or he will walk out himself to get them.

 

Jason breathed in relief trying to catch her eye as they search for him (?). She better be searching for him. They found him and he gave her a strong smile as her smile faltered. Jason knew she is worried and he wishes to do something about him but lying on the bed is making it difficult. "Jace?" It was the first question that left his mouth. He has a feeling Jace is not in good shape. Jason knows his wife enough to read her. "Savannah?" She is feeling accentuated and alarmed and it has something to do with their kids. Savannah was in the VIP where the explosion happened and he noticed Jason flying close. This worries him to no end but all he can do is wait for an answer. "I am fine. Tell me about the others." He urged, pushing for an answer before he forces himself out of the bed to search for them himself. Canry was stronger than he was who had the ability to control her expressions in times of terror so it's difficult to comprehend the situation. How bad can his kids be or is he worried for no reason at all?

[Rush Markowitz]

Rush had been wheeled to the quiet room, after the healer had allowed him to go. While he still couldn't see exact forms still, he could hear the constant beeps, and realized that there were still many patients there. There were some hushed whispers, and some snores as people spoke and slept. He was positioned somewhere, and his bed was transferred to a permanent one. Not knowing what else he could do, he rested his head back and closed his eyes, just as his medicines started having their full effect and he felt himself drift off a little. His brain was trying to comprehend what all had happened, and he felt a tinge of panic when he realized he still had no idea what happened to Astrid and where she was. And there was Alex..hopefully he had gotten out safely. And he even remembered Pippa..in the food stands. Oh god, Pippa..was she even okay? He could slowly feel himself ebbing into sleep because of the sleep effects, while his head was still stuck on the blast.

[Alex Singer]

Alex pushed the door of the recovery room open, scanning to search for his friend and it wasn't hard to find. He had taken a quick walk and noticed Rush towards the left-center. Before going to see him, Alex peered out of the recovery room door and signaled to Pippa and Prof Mr. Markowitz to come in. There was so much going on that he barely had time to register what had happened. They were watching the match one second, the next second there was an explosion and everyone was practically on the ground and before he could do anything Rush was sprinting towards the pitch and got hurt. Pippa had been there but he had missed her but at the hospital, he felt better knowing she was safe. He was still in those messed up clothes where he can feel some of the debris inside his shirt. His hair was messed up and the only thing he was able to do was to throw water on his face to look human. Making way towards Rush, Alex shook his head in disbelief. The boy wasn't conscious so he wasn't sure if he was even awake but Alex was literally going to punch him when he comes back to his senses. Who the fish does that? Concern was etched on his face but Alex forced a chuckle under his breath. "Who you dreaming about, Markowitz?" There was no guarantee he will be heard but Alex had to try. Please let him be okay.

[Esme Warren]

Miriam Warren, Esme's mum had been by her daughters side since she had an owl from a Healer, saying that her daughter was in a serious condition and was at St. Mungo's Hospital and was given permission along with Esme's dad Keith. It had taken a few hours to get the pair of them from Carlisle down to London, having to get a plane from Glasgow Prestwick Airport to London Gatwick and then to the hospital it was quite a journey and an experience but worth it to see their little girl in a bed, sleeping with a bandage covering the right side of Esme's head and a sizeable bruise on the left that didn't seem as bad as they thought. Once the pair were over the initial shock, Keith made his way outside of St. Mungos bubble and rang their other two children Caitriona and Daniel letting them know that everything was fine and that their sister was resting.
Sitting in a somewhat comfortable chair next to Mae's bed, Miriam had taken to telling her daughter what was happening in the room around her and how Caitriona was a prefect at school and Daniel had got into the Glasgow District Rugby Academy. She was talking so much that she didn't notice that Esme had started to stir a little and wince as she slowly opened her eyes.

Everything was so incredibly bright and not to mention loud but Mae didn't know where she was, let alone why she there. She swallowed just to get some moisture in her mouth as it was so dry. "Mmm. Me head is sore..." Rolling over gently, her brow furrowed a little as she say her mum sitting there. "Mam? Where am ai?"Never had her Glaswegian accent been so strong as it was in that moment but the last thing she remembered was being at home showing her mum what she had got when she went shopping with Cat and that was something that happened two days ago! So how did she get from her house in Carlisle to wherever the heck she was now?

[Healer Aurelie Descoteaux]

- Current timeline - 

 

Aura watched with interest at the scene that was unfolding in front of her. She had nodded when Colleen had told him that the patient had a son who was in the NICU, and it made sense. There was some display of nudity, some security threats, and then as the father was finally helped into clothes and then taken to NICU was when she finally nodded, in confusion, and decided to just walk out to get more coffee. Colleen clearly had the people under control, so she should probably let her handle this. 

 

/Exit Aurelie

 

- 2 days after - 

 

Aurelie was all prepared to handle the situation however it would take shape. Generally in such conditions, healers and patients both were in the unknown. It all depended on how the patient will react once they woke up, because the impacts of certain areas of the brain could only be measured by real interaction - not be spells or scans. She expected panic, and some reaction of coming back to the world, but what she saw in the monitor actually worried her a lot more. There was a significant dip in the activity of the heart, as if for a fraction of a second his heart had stopped working - something like skipped a beat. And that fraction would reduce blood flow to his brain, which could be dangerous. "Calming draught..now." She muttered to the nurse. "And get someone to check if his family is around. Quick." It always helped, when someone known was there. It would help calm down the patient and also help in clear administration of medicine and vaccines. That was the sure shot way of treating kids as well; just get there mom with them.

 

Aura could see his eyes were open, but the pupils were very much contracted; and the view was glassy. His brain activity seemed to be going haywire; and Aura's face zoomed into his view - not sure if he would be able to see her or not. If yes, things were still on the mend. If not, she will have to do another check for his vision. Thankfully, his fingers twitched. Which meant he understood what was happening; even if he couldn't see. Without thinking much, Aura moved her hand forward and placed her hand over his; not just in a comforting gesture; but also to feel if his fingers were moving voluntarily or just on their own. His hand was cold, possibly because of the temperature in the recovery room, and waving her wand, Aura raised the temperature at least around his bed. "Hey..hey..you are alright..don't worry.." She spoke in a soothing tone, her eyes still on the blood pressure monitor and the one mapping his brain activity. The effects of the medicine should be kicking in soon, maybe he will stabilize then. Her eyes turned back to him. "Can you see me?" 

[Astrid Alcantara]

Astrid wasn’t even able to celebrate the huge difference in the score against the Kestrels once she had made that last goal. She had no idea what the hell happened back there, but she knew that her cousin was brought to the hospital and she has no idea what had happened to him or if he made it alive to the hospital. After that little scene with her mother and her apparent step-father at the stadium while the world was literally burning around them. Astrid had a lot of questions but being in the middle of that inferno was not good for her. The last time she was anywhere around open fire, it did not end well for everyone when she exploded so she had to leave, and she had to leave soon. If Clary wants to talk to her, she knows where to find her. Anyways, the woman has better things to do than explain everything to her only daughter. Well, that was going to change soon since aside from being married secretly to the captain of her team, her mother was also pregnant. Fun times!

 

Astrid left and went back to Sebastian who was left alone where she left him with Laeticia. He told her that Colleen had taken her to the hospital and she breathed a deep sigh of relief. Sebastian looked shaken and she had to make sure that he was okay and well enough to apparate to the hospital. Once they were both calmed down, she apparated with him and she immediately asked for Rush and Laeticia. She had seen Laeticia first. She was still unconscious and her baby bump was gone. One of the helpful healers had told them that Colleen delivered the baby via emergency C-section and that the little baby boy was in the NICU under observation. That made her feel more relieved. Both mother and baby are fine so she left Sebastian by his cousin’s bedside to check on her cousin. Rush has the sense of giving his full name to the attending healers he had so that was good. She did not have any problems locating Rush in that recovery room. She was still in her quidditch gear because she really didn’t have the time to change into anything else and she gave her broom to Colleen to get to Laeticia quickly. There was a guy (Alex) who was on Rush’s bedside and she was guessing this was the bestfriend that he was telling her about when she gave him the tickets. "How is he doing?" she looked at Rush’s sleeping form and he looks peaceful, like he isn’t the pain the arse that he is.

[Chief Warlock Leander Markowitz]

Leander's steps were nimble and light as he walked across the clean hospital floor with purpose. There was something nearly poetic about how pristine everything was when pictured side by side with the carnage that he'd heard had taken place. Looking at this room now… he won't think that even with the number of people occupying this particular section of the hospital that there'd been a tragedy as big as that. It felt as though there was no time at all for processing the events that had transpired. It gave everything a surreal feeling. But Leander didn't come all this way to 'process events.' He returned, rather hastily, at his son's distressed behest.

 

Finally spotting Rush, tension dissipated in the set of his shoulders and lines of his weathered face as his pace started to quicken, desperate to see his son. Suddenly, a familiar redhead has appeared in the corner of his sights and he paused for a moment. "Astrid," he called her name softly, slightly glazed with nostalgia and disbelief, "you're alright." Leander's voice was a little gruff-sounding but he was still the same. He went to approach them and then gazed down at the supine form of his only child. "Rush?" he whispered; his voice was tinged slightly with that debilitating sort of fear and despair he prayed he never felt again as he'd forced himself to move—to reach over and to ruffle those messy curls of his son's. "Can you hear me? I'm here now."

Edited by Leander Markowitz, 23 August 2020 - 06:32 AM.

[Pippa Miller]

Pippa followed Rush’s father inside the recovery room in silence and the first thing she noticed as soon as she’s inside are the monitoring equipment and Rush’s sleeping form. Something squeezed her heart as soon as he saw his still form. She can’t tell if he’s fully recovered or possibly still in danger. It was hard to see him in that state, she was used to seeing his cocky and amused smile. Pippa shifted her gaze to the people in the room. Aside from Alex and Rush’s dad, someone else is there with them, she immediately recognized the person as Astrid, one of the Bat’s players. Pippa’s eyes narrowed in shock, are they related? She’s confused for a moment until she remembered Astrid visited her family at the stands before the game started. They’re probably cousins or something like that. She’s suddenly felt so out of place while looking at the people who were gathered around Rush’ bed, it’s like a family reunion of some sort plus the best friend, while Pippa would be the outcast. She rubbed her arm softly, albeit awkwardly, while watching the scene in silence. She decided not to say anything and focused mainly on Rush. He’s still unconscious but breathing and the healer said he’s out of danger now. As soon as she knows he’s fine and awake, she can leave the hospital because the emotion around the room is already making her dizzy.

Edited by Pippa Miller, 28 August 2020 - 03:01 AM.

[Vladislav Dimitrov]

While the fall had been drastic, and he had felt the heat of the fire engulfing his body before he passed out, Vlad surprisingly had a very peaceful time. He didn't feel the pain or the hurt of the injuries he had suffered, maybe because his body's defense system had caused it to shut down at the right time. However, if he had not been brought up at the right time, he would have probably suffered severe infections and bleeding which could have been fatal. He had woken up after he was brought into the recovery room by a Healer Oplev, and had asked him to please contact his ... girlfriend? Okay, something serious like this was again bringing in the thoughts that Vlad had been having this whole year. Yes, him and Ana had been together for so many years now - they were mid-30s; well towards their mid age; and he had never really considered the possibility of something beyond that. For Vlad, he was certainly very much away from the thought of marriage. He had seen an unhappy one in the form of his parents, he had seen how his mother had suffered, and just how futile the whole concept really was. Why did they need a legal binding document to stay with someone forever. Was he expecting Ana to settle down into a traditional role; no. In fact, he wanted her to be free - to be ambitious, to follow her dreams, and somehow he had seen how marriage had changed his mother's mindset. So, he had been content with how things were. But; it had crossed his mind - that he didn't want to call her his girlfriend anymore. It was too casual, for what they were. A little too casual. And having the near death experience, that he just had; he knew there were significant things about him that had changed without him realizing. His concept of family and love had shifted drastically from what it had been so many years ago.

 

Vlad stared at the ceiling; as the people bustled around him. Some occupants were just waking; and their families were walking in. He had looked around and had not spotted any of his journalists; so that was indeed a relief that none of them had been impacted that badly. He was anxious to see his family. His eyes would go towards the door constantly.

[Rush Markowitz]

(damn, I feel so special :') all these folks crowding over my bed)

 

It had not been long since Rush had dozed off because of his medicines. His head was still throbbing, which is why even though he had slept, his sleep wasn't a strong one. Also, in general, Rush is a light sleeper. He could sleep for hours when it was quiet, but even the smallest sound would wake him up a bit. Enough for him to make sense of his surroundings, even if he would not open his eyes and such. The beeps of the monitors and the gentle murmur of the people in the room had been a lull in the background - which had pushed him into sleep. Now, there was a new voice, and even in this particular state Rush literally could not mistake the voice of Alex Singer. Mags was his friend since forever, but it was Alex he had formed an actual bond with while in Durmstrang, especially during a time when he didn't have many friends. He wasn't sure if it was visible, but Rush snickered at the question with his eyes still closed and muttered out three words very faintly. "Your mom, Singer.." 

 

Soon though, there were more footsteps. And there was the quick, sharp voice of his redhead cousin cutting through the silence as she asked someone about his well being; and then there were the heavy footsteps that Rush had learned to recognize of his father, over the years. As a kid, there are few sounds you just know - and they differentiate your parent from others. Like their footsteps, their cough, their voice. And even before dad spoke, Rush knew he was there, because man, the man is around. That in itself brought enough confidence in Rush, that he would be okay now. His dad would not let anything happen to him. Having his father around made Rush feel like a kid, like he would wake up and tell him all the things that happened and just how scary it was - with the whole blast, and the fire. Rush had always shared a rather close bond with his father, sharing everything that happened with him. But as he felt his hand through his hair, and the pain in his voice, Rush felt a burning sensation in his eyes and a lump in his throat. Leander Markowitz is not scared easily, and his voice resonated with that fear. Rush hated being the reason behind that. Finding the strength to open his eyes, Rush turned them towards his father with some effort, and tried to crack out the smallest of the smile. "I am fine, dad..it's just...a huge headache." His vision was still blurry but he didn't mention that, though he could clearly make out forms of his father, Alex at the end of his bed, the flaming hair of Astrid. It was getting better, slowly. "I am sorry..I worried you.." He added earnestly, looking back at the form of his dad, before his eyes searched for Astrid again. "Astrid, you alright? I couldn't spot you after the blast.." He trailed off, as his eyes fixated on another, unknown form around his bed.

 

A hint of blonde, a slender figure. The structure of her face, and the curve of her neck. Even though he could not really see her face clearly, he could recognize the form of the girl and he was honestly surprised she was here. And a little relieved. At least she seemed to be ok. "Pippa.." He cracked a smile there as well. "You okay, right?" It made him feel a little warm, that she had come to visit him, because he wasn't expecting that. That's all. He wasn't expecting that. No other reason for him to feel all giddy. 

Edited by Rush Markowitz, 23 August 2020 - 04:21 PM.