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Post by jocelyn on Oct 25, 2010 13:25:31 GMT 10
Jocelyn loved her job. She really loved it. Nothing was like it, helping people, healing them, saving lives. Today was the same, come in coffee in one hand her bag in the other. Head to the office to get paperwork started, and then usually as soon as this was attempted a patient was in need or another was brought in. Then it was work work work as usual sometimes taking a short lunch then back to it.
Really though, she didn't like going home. Sure it was good to sleep in a bed, knowing she wasn't going to pass out and fall down the stairs like she had once before but work was work. It kept her busy, she made friends out of her coworkers, and of course she fell in love with the job. Everything was perfect here to her, her boss was great, her coworkers were nice, and of course the patients were plentiful. It was longer days and longer nights in the hospital during the winter, when people were doing all kinds of stupid things and getting themselves hurt. And it suited Jocelyn fine, she was a different girl that was for sure. Different wasn't bad was it?
With a yawn and a sip of coffee Jocelyn wiped her eyes as she finished her patient up from healing, not because she was crying, there was just some gunk in it. Really there was. The patient was fine luckily, just a bad concussion and she would be fine after some overnight observation. Jocelyn was very very cautious in that aspect, she wanted to make sure they were going to be okay, and she wanted to make sure that everything was fine before she let them walk out the door to home and she wouldn't walk out the door to home until she knew they were fine. That was Jocelyn you didn't like it deal with it or don't go around her. She wasn't about to change her personality for anyone.
(really short and sucky)
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Post by ritz on Oct 26, 2010 13:47:39 GMT 10
Oliver was generally a careful guy. Especially in terms of injuries, he was usually the one standing beside the hospital bed rather than laying in it. This was partly because he was a keeper and partly because he was very alert - and could dodge a bludger as well as any of his teammates. But alas, occasionally injuries were unavoidable, which was why Oliver was in St Mungo's that day. His arm was broken in two places, and he needed it healed up quickly before heading back to practice. The team healer had been absent from practice, so he'd been apparated straight to the hospital after the bludger hit him square in the forearm, a clean break.
However alert Oliver usually was, today his mind was elsewhere - he was thinking about Katie, and seeing her again, when it happened, and lost focus on the practice. He wasn't sure why the blond was infiltrating his mind to the point of insanity, but she was, and here he was, paying for it. With that in mind, he sat on the bed, waiting.
Unsure how long he'd been there, Oliver took to looking at the clock on the wall. He didn't like Hospitals - they were too clean, for a man who spent a lot of his time sweating. The white was blinding rather then comforting, and there was always that lingering smell of death. It was disconcerting, to say the least, and Oliver avoided the place like the plague.
His coach had long since left, and so Oliver waited, alone. It was times like these that he considered owling his mother and father, but he never went through with it; loneliness was better than being nagged constantly, wasn't it? And besides, it would just be another thing for his father to be disappointed about, so why bother? It was just asking for trouble, and so he pushed the thought from his mind.
Just as he had, there was a doctor outside his room's door, looking at his chart. "Just a broken bone" He called to her, his brogue thick, "Quick charm or two and I'll be out of your hair." He promised.
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Post by jocelyn on Oct 29, 2010 4:11:46 GMT 10
Jocelyn had seen it all in the short time she had been here. And if she hadn't seen it herself and healed, treated, or witnessed it, she had heard about it from other healers. She loved her job, and sometimes it went better than others, but some of the things she had heard about, nope it wasn't something she wanted to happen at all.
Her mind was thinking of other things, whether intentional or not as she checked on sleeping patients, and checked the charts on one she was still needing to heal. Sighing she offered the boy a smile, Oliver Wood, hmm name sounded familiar maybe she had heard of him before? Well now she would have to find out. Adding something to her to-do list meant that she needed to get it done, or she wouldn't be happy until she did.
Nodding as he said he had broken his arm she pulled out her wand and walked over to the arm in question. "May I ask how you broke your arm? Just in case something else may have been injured in the process." She asked curiously and questioningly. It wouldn't be like Jocelyn to want to get to know her patients, and what was wrong with them fully. Them leaving with anything wrong that she didn't catch was against her own personal policy for work. That usually meant a question or two more than needed just to make sure that she fixed everything.
"Do I happen to know you? You look pretty familiar to me." She blurted as her thoughts echoed into words. Well I guess she could find out something new about this patient of hers, and then maybe it would click where she knew him, if she even did at all. Either option was quite possible, she had only really been to Hogwarts, here, and some places in London. Now that her brother was back, Jocelyn had went and saw his game, as he played for the Wasps.
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Post by ritz on Oct 29, 2010 23:27:20 GMT 10
Despite the fact that Oliver didn't get injured often, he was able to ignore the shooting pain in his arm for long enough to answer her questions. "Bludger to the arm; I was at practice - play for Puddlemere." He answered simply enough. The other question, though, threw him for a bit of a loop; he was in pain, couldn't she just fix him up and find the resemblance later?
Releasing a groan of discomfort, Oliver clutched his arm a little more tightly. The girl must have lived under a rock if she didn't know who he was - he was Oliver, for goodness sakes! But then again, maybe she didn't go to Hogwarts; most people there knew him, since he was captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team for three years.
Further to that, this girl didn't really look familiar to him at all. If she had gone to Hogwarts and hadn't played quidditch, he wouldn't know her. Heck, even if she had played, but for a different team, he wouldn't know her except by name and stats. Either way, he very much wouldn't recognize her by face.
"Dunno where I know you from, lass, I've been a lot of places." He voiced, hoping that it was answer enough for the pretty healer. And she was pretty, that much was clear to even Oliver. He vaguely wondered what her name was - and even if she was single - but knew it was a bad idea to ask, especially the latter of the two questions. So he remained quiet about them, waiting for her to heal his arm. Maybe afterwards, he'd ask her out for drinks, or something. He didn't want a relationship by any means, but when pretty girls fell into his lap he was hardly going to turn them away. Besides, how would he ever be able to live with himself if he let a gorgeous girl like this get away from him without even giving it a shot?
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