Shadow of the Day ((Zara, Ben, Heidi))

[Luke Dallan H7]

((Continued on from here))

"LUKE!"

Ryder's voice rang through the air lingering in the the residing wind. Shakily, he fell down onto his knees as he just stared down at his brother’s blood-spattered body. Shock….regret almost every depressing emotion known to man were beginning to reflect in his sad brown eyes. The other men gathered around the younger boy's limp body, an eerie silence washing over them. His hand reached out to touch Luke’s bloody face, his hands becoming red stained.

“Luke…”

“We need to get him to St. Mungos!”

Luke couldn’t decipher anything that was going on around him. He just laid there. His eyes closed shut his mind falling into the dark abyss. The wind drew out Ryder’s concerned voice as all the men gathered around Luke’s limp body. Ryder nodded his head as he noticed one of his players go for a doctor. His brother’s right leg was twisted in a way legs could not. Pulling his brother’s body closer to him, Ryder rested his chin on top of Luke’s head.

“We can’t wait any longer, Ryder! We have to go now!”

Nodding, Ryder took out his wand and with a simple flick apparated out of the pitch and into the busy main stream of the St. Mungos hospital. He had never had to go the hospital before, or even take his brother. Ryder wanted to keep it that way, but today he had to, or else Luke couldn’t make it. Noticing healer hurry up toward them, she looked over Luke’s body, shock pouring into her face. She looked up frantically at the other staff calling out for assistance. Ryder let go of his brother’s body as a few people carried Luke off into urgent care, leaving his brother in the waiting room staring into his bloody hands. What had he done?
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At first there was darkness. It surrounded Luke in misty shades sucking him further into its grasp. He closed his eyes, grabbing hold on his arm hard as shivers of pain crawled up his body, leaving him aching in fear. Luke lay still until he could feel the warmth of the sunshine upon his icy cold skin. Sounds of a gentle wind blew by sending something drifting softly in its direction. Opening his eyes, Luke stared into the dirt looking up as he noticed tall steams leading up toward the sky. At the tips radiant yellow sunflowers bloomed in the sun, swaying in the wind? Confused, Luke stood up slowly from his side, rising to his feet. His hands reached out toward the flowers the smooth pedals brushing across his finger tips. This looked exactly like the sunflower field where that he visited near his cottage. It was where he went to drawl by himself, but he didn’t create art anymore. His life was too concentrated with Quidditch that his other passions didn’t seem all that desirable anymore. Tearing the tip of the flower from the ground he held it between his palms, his blue eyes staring at its captivating yellow layers. Looking up as he heard footsteps, Luke’s eyes fell upon a tall older woman with the same blonde hair and blue eyes as him. She looked so happy, but yet lonelieness shinning in her bright eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but felt the same cold darkness pull him in its clutches causing him to drop the flower from his palm. Luke was soon falling into the same black darkness as he was during his accident but landed with a jolt as he hit the ground hard.

Luke awoke with a jolt as he gasped looking around at his surroundings. The room was an ugly paste colored with no windows. Looking around, Luke stopped as his gaze fell upon a blonde haired girl who was looking over a clip board. Raising his eyebrows, Luke pulled the covers aside as he tried to stand up. The girl looked startled as she noticed the patient get up and tried to have him sit back down, but he stood up from the bed. Feeling his knees get weak, Luke screamed in agony as an unbearable pain shut up his whole right leg. Falling to the ground, Luke clutched dearly to his throbbing leg as he leaned his head up against the wall. Closing his eyes he winced as even more undesirable jabs shot up his whole body. The woman was calling for help now before knelling on the ground to calm the boy. Luke had all the reason to be screaming. His whole body was throbbing him too! “Leave me alone!” he shouted glaring as her hands tried to help him up. “Don’t touch me…it hurts too much!” Closing his eyes, Luke took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself and fight to keep the tears back.

((Sorry it took me longer than I thought to get this up. I wanted to finish Luke's other post first. Also...I wanted to expirement my writing in this post. Hope it was easy to follow along. ))

[Heidi Rebecca Fleming]

Heidi raised an eyebrow as she looked at the file at the top of the pile she had been given today. The name ‘Luke Dallan’ was printed in large bold black ink, jumping at you from the beige coloured background. As she opened it and read the basics that she needed to know to treat and check up on her first patient of this wondrous Monday morning, Heidi calmly and expertly steered her way around the multiple healers busily doing their business along the corridors. Heidi hadn’t been an intern around St Mungo’s for long, but what with the rapid lifestyle the job provided, you soon got used to it and adapted to its environment. Quite honestly, it suited Heidi to a T. Her eyes glanced up briefly at a pair of muttering healers, before descending to read the word ‘Quidditch’ on the page. So, the boy had had a nasty collision on his broom, it seemed. Heidi observed his small picture a little; she liked the determined look his eyes seemed to hold. She felt sorry for him, since he was only seventeen years old and still in school – Hogwarts, Heidi noted with a curl of the lips – this accident would no doubt produce repercussions, she noted with a frown as she read over the doctor’s primary analysis; some, if not a lot of damage to his leg. Luke had been brought in the day before, and no one had reported consciousness since. At least there was no permanent brain damage, the report said.

Heidi swiftly manoeuvred past a rushing stretcher and entered Luke’s designated room. She had ten patients to see to today, and he was the first on the list. Sometimes this schedule could get tedious, but Heidi knew she had worked years for this opportunity, so she wasn’t going to complain. Shutting the door softly behind her, Heidi quietly approached the sleeping boy on the bed, and put her other files down. Grasping his, she leafed through it, then went to the end of the bed to retrieve his chart that the nurse should have filled in at the crack of dawn this morning. Heidi was assessing it, squinting her eyes at the charts because of the dim lighting in the room (this was definitely one of the worst patient rooms, with no windows and no scenery; Heidi would’ve died if she had had to stay here), when she noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye. Looking up in confusion, she saw Luke awake and trying to leave the bed. Alarmed, Heidi dropped the file and charts on the bed as she moved round to prevent Luke from getting any further off the bed. “Hey, you can’t do that yet. Don’t get up.” Heidi started firmly, shaking her head as she made ‘no’ gestures with her hands. “You’re injured, your leg--”

However, Luke was a stubborn kid. He decided to ignore Heidi’s medical advice and stood up. Immediately he gave a loud shout of pain, buckling to the floor and clutching his right leg. Heidi, alarmed and frustrated that the boy had refused to listen to her, knelt down to try to calm him, “I know it hurts Mr Dallan, but please stay calm. The pain will subside in a minute.” Heidi tried to force her explanation onto Luke, but he wasn’t having any of it. Her mind ran through what the doctor had written in Luke’s file, and she remembered the exact statistics. This didn’t look good. If Luke remained on the floor in this position any longer it could do to his leg even worse damage. He was also still screaming in pain, the look on his face contorted in agony. Heidi’s heart flipped in fear, but she controlled it and attempted to pick Luke up from under the arms and pull him onto the bed. He couldn’t be that heavy. However, Luke merely yelled blue murder some more, and so Heidi gave up and stepped back, her instincts kicking in. “I’m sorry, Mr Dallan, this is for your own good.” Heidi calmly said, taking her wand out.

Muttering a spell, she magically lifted Luke gently into the air and put him onto the bed. Heidi knew he was in pain but there was nothing she could do about it at the moment. It was the boy’s fault for not heeding her advice. Once he was settled on the bed, Heidi cast another quick spell into the air. A spark of periwinkle blue shot out of her wand and whizzed out of her room. “Calling my colleague.” Heidi explained to Luke in case he was wondering through his pain. Hopefully backup would arrive soon. Muggles used pagers, wizards used magic. “Mr Dallan, I need your full cooperation, otherwise the pain will only worsen. Please remain calm, I will give you painkillers to numb the sensations in your leg.” Heidi swiftly grabbed the papers she had neglected and rifled through them to see what she allowed to prescribe Luke. It took her a few seconds, but soon she was able to administer a mix of sedative and anaesthetic into Luke’s bloodstream using her wand and some fluids.

Luke seemed to calm down just as Ben rushed in hurriedly, and Heidi turned to him with a terse smile. “Took you long enough.” She didn’t ask why it was him that answered her call; she was simply glad it hadn’t been Julia sent to her instead. “Luke Dallan, seventeen years old. Quidditch accident resulted in minor injuries to the ribs, which have been taken care of, and severe injury to his right leg. He tried to walk against my advice and he was in pain, so I administered some anaesthetic, mixed with a sedative to calm him. He was screaming bloody murder before.” Heidi muttered the last comment in low tones as she passed Ben Luke’s file. “Came in yesterday and just regained consciousness before.” She added, watching her patient warily. It was only about seven o’clock in the morning and already she had to face this. She wondered absently which house Luke was in, and what Hogwarts was like since she hadn’t visited it for ages. But as Ben answered her, that was the last thing on her mind: the past.

[Ben O'Leary]

Right. No, left. Left.... wait, maybe it was a right. Despite having spent a fair amount of time in the hospital, Ben was still trying to get used to the way that the halls worked. They seemed simple enough, but whenever you walked down hall after hall of similar looking rooms, it was quite easy to get lost, especially someone like Ben. Finally, he found the room that held his first patient of the day. Sleeping. Why couldn't he be sleeping he thought with a long and loud yawn. Then, he did the required checks, taking his time to double check everything. Ben probably wasted time double checking, but he was prepared to be safe rather than sorry. Time was a valuable thing though, so either way he was taking a risk.

Happy with his patients status, Ben made his way out of the room in search for the next patient. Why they hadn't been given a certain area instead of a random stack of files, Ben hadn't figured that out. With the way the hospital was always chaotic though, who really had the time to put the files in order of their room locations. Surely someone could be hired to do that, he figured. Shrugging it off though, Ben attempted to navigate his way to the second of his long list of stops.

It was at that moment, when Ben's concentration was busy trying to decipher the messy handwriting in the file, that a set of bluish sparks circled around him like a swarm of angry pixies. It was a call for backup! Ben had been hoping he wouldn't get any of these today. He had yet to have to use the backup spell himself, but he knew from training that the sparks were designed to seek out the nearest Healer who was 'available'. Somehow, it must've been part of the magical aspect of the spell, the sparks were able to determine which was the closest Healer who was the most available.

A bit flustered to have been selected by the blue sparks, Ben followed the glittery trail of light that they had left. Why couldn't they be red sparks, he thought as he followed. Red sparks would have passed right by him. Or at least he would have never expected to have red sparks stop for him. Red sparks were cast in the same way as blue, but unlike the blue sparks, the red ones would only summon the person whose name was mentioned following the spell. These sparks were used when a particular person was needed.

Finally seeing the trail of blue disappear into one of the patient's rooms, Ben stumbled in, immediately seeing Heidi's eyes starring back at him. It was a good surprise though. Ben felt at least slightly comfortable around Heidi. He hoped though that he was able to help her. What good would he be if he wasn't even capable of providing backup if he was too nervous or simply unable to help. "Sorry," he said as Heidi proceeded to quickly fill him in on the necessities of the case.

Despite Heidi's description of Luke, he seemed rather calm at this point. Perhaps it was the sedative mixture. "You... you didn't kill him, did you?" Ben asked, knowing that too much of the treatment that Heidi had used could be potentially fatal. There was movement though, and Luke was still groaning with pain enough so for him to obviously be alive still. Ben knew Heidi wasn't that irresponsible either. He just didn't know what else to have said at the time he questioned her.

"I guess we should administer a mental capacity test then, seeing that he was unconscious for a while." The sedative mixture was obviously not stopping all of the pain as Luke was getting louder. Ben stepped forward, recognizing the face of the patient. "Hey, I know him!" he said, a bit shocked to see the boy there. "He was in Hufflepuff. His brother was Ryder. Do you remember Ryder? Ryder Dallan?" Ben had gotten caught up in the irony of knowing the person who was Heidi's patient enough so that he had to find his way back to trying to think of what they should do next.

"If we don't do the mental capability test, we should probably at least check to see how much damage in the leg will need healed. You said that the ribs were healed, but the leg has not been healed yet? Perhaps there was a reason for that." Ben figured Heidi had already though about all of this, and he wondered why she had called for backup though. Then, he knew why as Luke was once again trying to move from his bed. "Stop that!" Ben commanded. "Do you want to break your other leg?!" Ben hated it when patients were stubborn, though he often couldn't help but sympathize with them. "We'll petrify you," he threatened, knowing full well that they technically couldn't do that in Luke's case. One had to be at the level of potentially causing harm to not only themselves but to those around them before the Petrificus Totallus charm could even be considered. Ben cast Heidi a look that showed he was hopeful she might decide what they should do next. After all, he was her patient. Ben wasn't about to take charge when he still wasn't totally comfortable with this whole new reality that he hadn't experienced as frequently in his training.

[Zara Phoenix]

Zara had only been to St Mungo’s twice in her life, but she was about to bring the number up from two to three. She almost cringed as she entered the hospital entrance, the pale colour of the walls contrasting with the bright robes of the healers entering and exiting the building in rapid succession. Somewhat disorientated by her surroundings and situations, it took her several seconds to remember why she was here and hurriedly approach the reception desk. When she spoke she realised her words trembled in her mouth, almost choking her. Tears she hadn’t noticed before threatened to rise to the surface. “Hi. Could you tell me where Luke Dallan is please? I’m a friend of his and I’ve been told he’s been in a Quidditch accident.” Zara stated as calmly as possible, but the fearful note in her voice was definitely discernible. The receptionist, who smiled kindly and sympathetically at Zara, searched through some things for a minute or so, in which Zara tried to curb her growing impatience and worry. Finally she was given the correct information (barely retaining the fact Luke was still reported unconscious and was not allowed visitors besides family), and she shot towards the multiple number of elevators in the middle of the building. It resembled the Ministry of Magic, which Zara had been in several more times than she had St Mungo’s. Entering the first one to arrive on the Ground Floor, Zara joined a bunch of other patients, healers and visitors. Unlike in the muggle world, there were no numbers to choose from to select your desired floor; the lift stopped on each level, where more wizards would leave for, and more would shuffle in to replace them. After a crowded, suffocating few minutes, Zara pushed her way out of the compact space, having reached the right floor.

The scene that met her reminded Zara why she had always turned a blind eye to the art of healing. She had never once in her life felt compelled towards the occupation. Healers in lurid green robes hurried to and fro the corridors, expertly dodging fellow colleagues with their patients, who seemed to have all sorts of ailments – from children in wheelchairs, old men lying on stretchers with boils across their faces, and young women, very close to Zara’s age, being led, seemingly fit and healthy – to their rooms. Zara had remained frozen still for a long time, the shock of today’s news coupling with her dislike of hospitals, when she received a nudge from behind her, causing her to fall out of her reverie. Looking up, Zara saw a nervous, busy looking male healer rush past her; he had curly brown hair she noted half-heartedly as she watched his back disappear across the hallway. Lost, Zara tried to look for signs to point her to the right room – 405 – but couldn’t find any; she also couldn’t see the reception desk for the floor. Anxious and fearful, for once at a loss in her entire life, Zara decided to approach an ambling healer who was pacing the corridor with a clipboard. It was an oriental young woman, and she looked vaguely familiar as she neared her nervously. Zara didn’t feel shy, but she was anxious still for Luke. Luke, whom she had only discovered this morning had had a terrible Quidditch accident the day before and had been hospitalised in St Mungo’s; Luke, for whom she had rushed down here immediately, so early in the morning, throwing away any other thought she had had in her head; Luke, for whom Zara could not stop thinking and worrying about. “Excuse me,” Zara asked quietly, looking at the young woman who seemed so buried in her work. “Can you direct me to Room 405 please?”

The healer glanced up at her, an irritated look flashing across her face. For a split second Zara thought she would be shooed away; her expression that was that intense. She wondered if all healers were this fierce; didn’t they need good bedside manners? Surprisingly, the young woman eventually grudgingly gave Zara directions after a long silence, and then stalked off in an apparent bad mood. Zara didn’t bother staring after her as she immediately hurried along the corridors in search of Luke. The healer hadn’t pointed or anything, but Zara had listened carefully, and after dodging several bustling healers and patients, and a couple of distraught and lost-looking visitors that only made Zara feel much worse, she reached Room 405. She paused by the closed door at first, trying to hear if there was anything happening inside. Nothing. Zara’s hands pressed against the door, breathing quickly. Her journey from her home to London had been so fast she had almost splinched herself along the way, she remembered, sagging to sit down in a convenient seat outside the room. Her mind finally settled somewhat and began to wonder why she was here, and in such a state. Did Luke mean so much to her? Surely not. She had only talked to him a few times, despite being in the same school for almost seven years. But she had also formed a bond of sorts with him – an immediate attraction. And all she could think about was kissing him passionately outside the Great Hall during the Winter Ball.

Zara’s heart thudded as she remembered. The intense feeling of desire running through her veins, the cloudy mist of belonging over her mind. It had been a bit of a dream, but it had certainly happened. Zara had thought the night was over once Caitlin opened her mouth and caused Luke to run away, but after catching him, things had gone from one thing to another. Since the holidays had started, Zara had been keeping in contact frequently with Luke via owl every few days; she had known about his practices with his older brother, had been glad how happy he was, as well as a little envious of his lucky opportunity of being able to practice with such a renowned Quidditch team. Her own vacation had been spent revising and working, as well as spending some time with Sapp. Zara had been thinking of asking Luke whether or not he wanted to meet up sometime, when she had found out the truth of his situation this morning over a rare cup of coffee. Zara wasn’t a coffee person, but it had been a sudden urge of hers as she reached for the paper. It was there she had read in a small section about an accident of sorts during a Quidditch practice for the team Ryder Dallan was in – and it happened to be his younger brother, flying with them, that had sustained injuries, and severe ones at that. Zara had dropped the Daily Prophet then and there, and telling Sapp she would be back soon, had apparated to the hospital in London. Zara slumped against her seat, exhausted; she hadn’t managed to finish her coffee and her adrenaline was subsiding to leave loss and weariness. However, a sudden scream of pain, a familiar voice screaming, caused Zara’s blood to run cold and shoot up, gripping the door handle and yanking it open to run inside.

[Luke Dallan H7]

“Breathe, Luke. Just breathe…” he thought to himself as he crawled into a fetal position on the floor. Pain still throb through his veins as he continued to grabbed onto it for dear life. The healer was trying to calm Luke down, but he just couldn’t. There were just too much stinging sensations crawling through his skin. A shiver rose from the bottom of his spine to the tip. As the woman tried to pick Luke up from under his arms, he glared at her hands, pushing them away. “What are you doing!” he screamed once again at the top of his lungs. Luke was sounding more like a toddler throwing a tantrum, but how else was he going to get his point across. “Stop – Don’t touch me!” Clutching tighter to his leg, Luke buried his face into the side of his arm. He wasn’t wearing his practice robes though. Instead there was a thin piece of nightgown covering his whole body from his shoulders to his legs. It smelled….odd. Luke couldn’t quite put a word to describe his senses. There was just to much pain clogging his mind to think of anything else. Clutching his jaw shut, he tried to calm himself even more, but nothing was working. Feeling his body being lifted into the air, Luke soon landed back down on the bed carefully so he wouldn’t sit oddly on his leg. Leaning his head back against the hospital bed post, Luke tightly shut his eyes as the healer looked through his papers for a certain painkiller. Well, this medicine certainly had to be strong enough to knock out a troll, because his leg was getting worse by the minute. Within, second he felt numbing vibrations tingle within his skin, the pain decreasing to a slight throb. Sighing with relief, Luke kept his eyes closed as his head still rested against the back board. He tried to remember what happened, but all he could recall was falling….just falling and the feeling of fear stinging at the pit of his stomach.

Hearing the door open, Luke opened his eyes as he stared at the other healer. Was this reinforcement? Was Luke really that hard to handle? Well his leg should have already been healed! Isn’t there some type of spell or something to mend broken bones? Eh. Luke didn’t know anything about healing, and he didn’t want too. Listening to their conversation, Luke stared at the man as he leaned in closer to Luke’s face. What was he doing? Hearing Ryder’s name, Luke sighed as he shook his head. All he wanted to do was leave. “Yeah…that’s my brother, and I am in Hufflepuff……Is there anyway you can fix my leg?” he finally blurted out stopping as the man offered a mental capacity test? What was that? They were both talking in a different language that Luke couldn’t understand. “Hello!” Luke finally blurted out again wincing as he felt the same extreme ache in his leg again. Why were they ignoring him? Trying to swing his legs over the edge of the bed again, Luke stopped as the healer threatened to petrify him. Glaring at the man, Luke sighed, giving up as he sat back down on the bed. “Can anyone answer my question?” he asked leaning forward to grab onto his now burning leg. Why were the pain killers wearing off this quickly? Closing his eyes, Luke rested the top of his forward against his knee of his good leg. There were dark colored bruises all over his body, some traces of blood coating his face. Luke’s head was now throbbing in a head ache again. All he wanted to do was sleep. Forget the pain again.

Letting out another blood curdling shriek, Luke started feeling his leg heat up, almost as if there was a fire starting from within his bones. The door swung open again, causing Luke to look side ways. He was expecting a healer, or professional doctor, but it was Zara. What was she doing here? Why was she here! Luke didn’t want her to see him in this state. Wincing once again at the pain, Luke buried his face once again into his knee. His whole body was shacking now, goose bumps tingled the surface of his skin. Finally getting the courage to look up at the two healers at the foot of his bed, Luke stared into both of their faces, his eyes glazing over with tears. “Can you just make the pain go away?” he whispered in desperation.

[Heidi Rebecca Fleming]

“Kill him? Don’t be stupid, Ben.” Heidi snapped irritably, a few strands of blonde falling out of its tie and obscuring her view. She scraped her hand over her head, getting a clip of her robe pocket and jamming it into her hair roughly to keep the annoying strands out of the way. When on the job, Heidi didn’t care too much about her appearance; she wasn’t working to impress someone with her looks; her model career days were long over. “Of course I didn’t kill him. I barely gave enough to keep him quiet, evidently!” She added as Luke began moaning about the pain again. Heidi finally nodded her terse acknowledgement with thinned lips; her teeth chewed on her bottom lip, anxious as Ben carried out his suggestion. “Yeah, sure, just hurry it up before he brings the house down.” Heidi folded her arms across her chest as she watched Ben do his job. However, before Ben did anything, he began preaching about how he knew who Luke was, and about his brother too. Heidi raised a cynical eyebrow. “Ryder Dallan? Oh yeah, I remember him. Was he even in my year? You do realise you were in the year above me, Ben?” Heidi didn’t know why she was so annoyed, but it probably had something to do with Luke’s agony and not being able to do anything about it, coupled with Luke’s lack of cooperation and Ben’s easily distracted behaviour. “Ben, please just administer the second dosage.” Heidi sighed in exasperation, her wand at the ready again. “If you don’t do it, I will.”

Ben got the message seemingly, and began rattling off analyses Heidi was already aware of. She was about to reply to him, when Ben snapped quite suddenly and loudly, causing even Heidi to jump. She hadn’t seen Ben angry yet, and she was suddenly fearful of that frustrated look on his face. She looked to Luke, who was indeed trying to get out of his bed again. “Luke, you have to listen to us.” She demanded more calmly, but with just as much force. “We are healers in the medical field. We know what we are doing. If you refuse to cooperate you are merely putting your own health in jeopardy. If you continue trying to leave the bed, you may just injure your leg for good.” Heidi was going to continue, when Ben gave Luke a rather serious threat. Heidi’s eyes darted to him nervously; would they really do that? She had the ability, but she didn’t know if she would dare. Luke was only seventeen years old; he was in a lot of pain and trauma. Would it be sensible. “Ben…” Heidi began, turning to her colleague, when the door burst open and a girl around Luke’s age tumbled in. “What are you--” Heidi began, when Luke began screaming bloody murder again, asking for them to relieve the pain. “Christ!” Heidi cursed, moving towards her patient quickly. Ben naturally went to the opposite side of the bed as she shoved Luke back onto it properly, beginning to administer the correct drugs. She looked up to see the red haired intruder staring in shock at the scene, and began to bark at her. “Close the door! You can stay or leave, but close the damn door!” Heidi glanced down at Luke in pain again.

“You his girlfriend?” She asked the girl a little softer this time whilst Ben tried to calm Luke. Without waiting for an answer, Heidi motioned at Luke. “Help me keep him down. His arms. Take his arms.” As the redhead moved forward, Heidi looked to Ben. “You keep his legs down. I’m going to administer a strong sedative, it’ll be enough to keep him calm for a few hours. But you must keep him still!” She commanded with authority, urgency pressed in her voice. Once Ben confirmed his understanding, Heidi began to insert the drugs, making sure Luke was as motionless as possible. It was difficult, seeing as Luke was still screaming in pain. Had Heidi had the time and hands, she would uses a silencing spell on Luke to ease the situation for her and Ben; a screaming patient was always difficult to cope with. However, Heidi bore it and tried not to flinch as she finished off her job. “There.” She declared, stepping away from Luke’s arm. “Keep a steady grip on him.” She said firmly, looking over Luke’s face carefully. He was still in pain. “The drug needs a few seconds to settle.” After waiting a minute, Luke finally calmed down, falling unconscious. Heidi nodded at Ben and the girl. “Let him go. He’s asleep now. Won’t be making noise anytime soon.” Wearily Heidi collected the charts and her files and began to mark down what she had administered to Luke and his condition. She caught Ben’s eye once she had finished; the silence in the room was somewhat stifling.

Heidi approached Ben and whispered into his ear in low tones, “It doesn’t look good.” Giving him a fixed look, Heidi turned to look at the girl. Sighing to herself, Heidi walked up to her and steered her to a chair by the bed. “And you are?” She asked as gently but firmly as possible. “I assume you’re not family. You’re his girlfriend then? Or friend?” Heidi knew from looking at the data that Luke was not meant to have any visitors besides family right now, but when this girl had come in, she had seen the look on Luke’s face. “Look, Mr Dallan isn’t meant to have any visitors besides family…” Heidi straightened up and looked at Luke’s sleeping face. “But you do need to know the situation doesn’t look good for his leg. You saw how much pain he was in. Just keep him company and make sure he’s in good spirits when he wakes up. The guy needs to have some hope if he wants to keep going… I hear he’s a good Quidditch player. I…” Heidi trailed off, looking to Ben a little helplessly. “Pray for him.” Heidi finally nodded and smiled tersely. “He will make it, he’s in not fatal danger. It’s only his leg that will need to be examined in detail.” With that, Heidi signalled Ben to leave the room with her head, jerking it in the direction of the door. The two healers left the room, and before Heidi shut the door, she smiled at the redhead again. “We’ll be back later. Just call if anything happens. We’ll leave you to spend some time with him alone.” Shutting the door, Heidi gave a long, drawn out sigh, and looked at Ben. “That was pretty intense, huh?” She gave a small smile.

[Ben O'Leary]

Heidi seemed the slightest bit annoyed with Ben's comments, but he didn't let it bother him. He simply watched and listened as she made her own comments. She agreed that they should give him another round of sedative potion, and as Ben was about to do as Heidi had said, someone burst into the room seeming rather frantic. Heidi was still starting to freak out as she tried to manage the situation. It made Ben a bit nervous, but so far they were at least headed in the right direction. If only Luke would have stopped screaming and squirming, they'd have been able to do their job. Heidi's commanding voice rang out above the screams she she questioned the girl on whether or not she was Luke's girlfriend. Before an answer could be given though, Heidi ordered them all to help hold Luke still so that she could get her wand and give the next round of sedative. Ben quickly snapped his hands tightly around Luke's one leg. It seemed that the girl had his other side taken care of, and Heidi used her shoulder to hold Luke's down as she administered the dosage.

After a few minutes, it seemed that Heidi had been successful in calming Luke to the point that he was sleeping. Ben let out a sigh of relief and let go of Luke's leg. Heidi continued to take control of the situation as she began to speak with the girl. Ben hadn't really considered whether or not she should be in the room, but at least she had helped with keeping Luke constrained until they could get the right potion into his blood. Ben was quiet as Heidi spoke with the girl, nodding when he felt she said something that seemed like a good idea. He had no clue that Heidi was this forward when it came to work. She was like a different person. Light and bubbly at home and now this fierce and determined Healer at work. She was almost scary! Though, not as scary as Julia was. Julia was just cold and blunt. Heidi was more direct and commanding. Still, when it came to both of them, Ben couldn't help but feel a bit out of his league. What was it with all these women and their drive to succeed. Ben felt as though he was already left in the dust and it hadn't even been a month of work yet.

Saying her final words to the girl, Heidi then motioned Ben to leave with her. They were going to leave Luke to rest for now and most likely monitor his leg once he woke up to see if the pain had diminished at all. Ben wondered if it had been more than just a broken bone since they had yet to decide on a set course of action. As Heidi said, it must have not been very good, seeing that they hadn't really done anything too permanent yet as far as the healing method was concerned. Together, Heidi and Ben left, making their way into the busy halls of St. Mungo's.

"Insane?" Ben repeated. "You were insane," he said with a smile that mirrored hers. "I mean like... good insane, not bad insane. You were like taking the lead and then you just... wow. That was intense." Ben laughed as he recalled Heidi's tone of voice and the look on her face. "I didn't know you could be so demanding," he teased. "What happened to that woman who was my neighbour." Ben was glad that they had at least succeeded, no matter how crazy it had gotten with Luke causing so much commotion. "Are you going to get a resident to diagnosis what procedure you should take? Isn't it Thudwink who is in charge of bone and tissue repair? Or is it Tillybrook? Bah, I never can remember." Ben had stopped to ponder the names before realizing he had his charts and rounds to get back to. "Well I should be off then," he said, giving Heidi one last smile of achievement. "Good job in there," he added before spinning a circle twice as he gained his bearings and remembered what way to go. Five steps down the hall he turned completely around and came back past Heidi as he had started off in the wrong direction. "Oops. This way," he said with an embarrassed chuckle, practically scampering off down the hall.