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Post by poppy on Nov 14, 2004 6:36:07 GMT
Poppy Pomfrey rushed about the Hospital wing emptying cabinets and drawers. On her work table sat dozens of bandages, and every potion she owned. The first ten beds had been emptied and the previous patients had been moved to the far end of the hospital away from the entrance. Her three student helpers busily filled each bedside cart with basic necessities such as small bandages and pain numbing potions. All the busy activity was what one would expect from a trauma center during an emergency. Yet for Madam Pomfrey and her student helpers, this was something they did six times a year. In a short while her hospital would be filled with bruised Quidditch players seeking aide, all because of those barbaric bludgers. She had pleaded with Madam Hooch to get rid of the iron bludger and use softer ones that wouldn’t hurt as much but her request was not approved. 10 pound iron balls flying around with the sole purpose of hitting people was NOT what she considered a sporting event, it was rather sheer madness!
Looking out her window she saw students beginning to leave the stadium, the game had ended and very soon she’d be extremely busy once more. Heaving a sigh she sat down to get the last few seconds of rest before her Hospital was flooded with activity.
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Post by Nokomis Astarra H5 on Nov 16, 2004 16:56:13 GMT
As if their humiliating defeat wasn't enough, the moment she set foot ont he ground, she was ordered to go to the hospital wing. She was a confusing mix of wanting to, simply to get away and not have to face any of their other players, and wanting to rebell and pretend she was fine so she could go back to her room and beat herself up about their loss. She didn't blame anyone on the team, they all tried hard, and did their best, it was herself she was blaming. She did so well in pratice, and now she let eveveryone down. She couldn't decide if she wanted to cry or be sick to her stomach, so she settled on biting her lip and holding her still throbbing arm to her chest. She coudln't really move her fingers anymore, and she decided that couldn't be a good sign.
She made her way to the hospital with the other players that had suffered injuries, and waited, hoping to be lost in the crowd, for Madam Pomfrey to see her.
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Post by Kim Sullivan H4 on Nov 26, 2004 22:55:42 GMT
Kim doubled up on her broom as the game ended and her stomach now really began to hurt. She wasn't sure if she was just really depressed or if the bludger had something to do with it. Though it was probably both, Kim was smart enough to know that getting hit in the stomach by a bludger was not good and she did need to get checked out. When she landed the stands were starting to empty and there was no way she would be able to push her way past everyone to get to the hospital wing anytime soon, so she did the practical thing. Jumping back on her broom she flew up and over the crowd and towards the castle.
Upon reaching the large wooden door she flew low and then into the castle. Up the flight of stairs she slowly flew until she reached the Hospital floor. Turning the corner she whizzed down the corridor until she reached the hospital. Dismounting her broom she pushed open the door and walked in to find Nokomis was already there, and she didn't look too good either. Setting her broom in the corner Kim walked over to Nokomis and sat down next to her on a bench. "Where did you get hit? owww!!" Kim then stopped talking doubled over in pain. After a few seconds she sat up again, "I got hit right in the stomach.. owww!!!!" Again Kim double over and grabbed her stomach, apparently talking wasn't good for her hurt stomach, with great reluctance Kim sat there quietly and waited for Madan Pomfrey.
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Post by poppy on Dec 8, 2004 23:30:33 GMT
Bustling from one injured player to another, she could not say that she was completely surprised to see one fly in on their broom. Quidditch players never did learn that such things were dangerous! Imagine, injured and still flying on their brooms! Would the ever learn not to continue to play after being attacked by those brutal bludgers!
"Miss Sullivan! Get off this broom this instant!”<br>
She hurried over to the fourth year and started to assort her towards a hear by bed, glancing over at another Hufflepuff, who was at least standing on her own two feet, near by.
“You have a seat Miss Astarra. Its just your arm right? Now, Miss Sullivan, what ails you?”<br>
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