19 May 2018, 16:53
You See What Happened Was...
For context, during the grounds adventure with Rosie's friends, one of her best friends Anatole had gotten himself nipped in the finger by a fricken squid. Worried, Rosie had suggested to shuffle her, Anatole, and her new friend Cynthia to the hospital wing to check it out.
She walked aside her bestfriend, who was frowning at his finger. Rosie elbowed him softly and managed a hopeful grin for Anatole. "Don't worry about it, man. It's gonna be fine. You're strong! The squid just caught you off guard." She encouraged as they approached the wing. Rosie opened the big double doors and slid inside, looking around for any sort of nurse. "Helloooooo?" She called, spinning on her foot as she entered the big hospital room.
However, it didn't take long for Rosie to start getting unsettled by all the Hospital Wing had to offer. She absolutely HATED hospitals. They freaked her out. With a slight change in tone and attitude, Rosie sunk behind Anatole. "She's gotta be here somewhere, right?" She looked from him to Cynthia, hopeful for an answer. Rosie was all for supporting her friend, but she wanted to get out of this scary room as soon as humanly possible. She hooked arms with Anatole in more of support for herself than for him, unfortunately.
She walked aside her bestfriend, who was frowning at his finger. Rosie elbowed him softly and managed a hopeful grin for Anatole. "Don't worry about it, man. It's gonna be fine. You're strong! The squid just caught you off guard." She encouraged as they approached the wing. Rosie opened the big double doors and slid inside, looking around for any sort of nurse. "Helloooooo?" She called, spinning on her foot as she entered the big hospital room.
However, it didn't take long for Rosie to start getting unsettled by all the Hospital Wing had to offer. She absolutely HATED hospitals. They freaked her out. With a slight change in tone and attitude, Rosie sunk behind Anatole. "She's gotta be here somewhere, right?" She looked from him to Cynthia, hopeful for an answer. Rosie was all for supporting her friend, but she wanted to get out of this scary room as soon as humanly possible. She hooked arms with Anatole in more of support for herself than for him, unfortunately.
STAMINA 13 // EVASION 13 // STRENGTH 6 // WISDOM 6 // ARCANE POWER 9 // ACCURACY 8
28 May 2018, 16:13
You See What Happened Was...
Cel lay curled beneath the sheets of her hospital cot, her knees pulled up to her chest and her hands clutching her head, lying on her side. She had flashed back in the middle of class-- was that not a cause for mortification?-- and now she had a pounding headache, kept thinking that she saw things that weren't there, and worst of all was missing Charms class for the third time this week.
Actually, she didn't really mind academically if she missed Charms. She could always just read the textbook to catch up, and she had basically read the whole thing already. But one of her only friends was in the same Charms class, and the exercises were actually fun, unlike some of the other classes. Sure, she could practice later, but later she didn't know if she had time. Besides, practicing spells was a much better way of passing time than in a stupid Hospital Wing with this stupid headache.
Sadly, lamenting did nothing to ameliorate her stress, nor mitigate her physical pain. With great difficulty, she managed to uncurl herself and poke the top of her head out of the sheets to peer at the blonde-haired girl who had just entered, talking to someone-- two someones-- besides her. Something about... a squid?
Whatever it was, they were speaking loudly, and her head hurt like heck. What was it that they had to talk so loudly about? Cel winced as the girl called out a greeting that resonated through the Wing. It looked like they were looking for the nurse... perhaps giving them what they wanted would make them talk more quietly. Far from effortlessly, Cel shoved herself upright to sit against the bed's metal headboard--head-bars?-- and reached up a hand to massage the ache of nausea still building in her head, blinking to stabilize vertigo she received from the abrupt motion.
Raising a hand, she cleared her throat a little, both for attention and to clear the sticky and dry feeling there. "I think she went over there," she supplied, pointing to the far side of the Hospital Wing, shadowed by drawn curtains between beds. Wow, my voice sounds hoarse. "Last bed on the right. I think," Cel added. Honestly, at this point, she kind of wished she hadn't intervened at all as a new wave of pain hit her, and she sank back beneath the sheets with an inaudible groan.
Actually, she didn't really mind academically if she missed Charms. She could always just read the textbook to catch up, and she had basically read the whole thing already. But one of her only friends was in the same Charms class, and the exercises were actually fun, unlike some of the other classes. Sure, she could practice later, but later she didn't know if she had time. Besides, practicing spells was a much better way of passing time than in a stupid Hospital Wing with this stupid headache.
Sadly, lamenting did nothing to ameliorate her stress, nor mitigate her physical pain. With great difficulty, she managed to uncurl herself and poke the top of her head out of the sheets to peer at the blonde-haired girl who had just entered, talking to someone-- two someones-- besides her. Something about... a squid?
Whatever it was, they were speaking loudly, and her head hurt like heck. What was it that they had to talk so loudly about? Cel winced as the girl called out a greeting that resonated through the Wing. It looked like they were looking for the nurse... perhaps giving them what they wanted would make them talk more quietly. Far from effortlessly, Cel shoved herself upright to sit against the bed's metal headboard--head-bars?-- and reached up a hand to massage the ache of nausea still building in her head, blinking to stabilize vertigo she received from the abrupt motion.
Raising a hand, she cleared her throat a little, both for attention and to clear the sticky and dry feeling there. "I think she went over there," she supplied, pointing to the far side of the Hospital Wing, shadowed by drawn curtains between beds. Wow, my voice sounds hoarse. "Last bed on the right. I think," Cel added. Honestly, at this point, she kind of wished she hadn't intervened at all as a new wave of pain hit her, and she sank back beneath the sheets with an inaudible groan.