Yvette Singh
Civilian
Diplômé de Beauxbâtons
sunflowers in the kitchen, a heartbreak in remission
Posts: 6
Player: Sam
Title: Healer In Training - Ground Floor
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Post by Yvette Singh on Feb 13, 2024 2:35:29 GMT
▶︎ I hang all my art and I dance with the coven as the rain falls hard on the street and I - I'm doing better, I made it to September, I can finally breathe...
Surname: Peasegood | Given Name: Wesley | D.O.B.: 14/2/1959 | Admission: 5/9/1978 10:09A.M. Release: ___________________ | Day Patient: X | Overnight Patient: __ | Assigned To: Artefact Incidents | Assigned To: 108 | Care Of: J.H. Y. Singh | Incident Type X Workplace __ Home __ Public | X HEXED Object X Recovered __ Unrecovered __ Analyzed
| X Missing EAR X Recovered __ Unrecovered X Analyzed
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You were bound to meet him eventually, there's no reason for this to be awkward. He probably has no idea who you are. Get inside and do your job. Ce n'est pas la mer à boire,* just reattach his ear. You'll laugh about this with Grace later.An unusual hesitation had her sensible shoes stuck to the floor of the ward, and Yvette checked the admissions form on her clipboard and the room number hanging above the door. Just one final check. She was a professional, a Junior Healer in the ward she loved. The patient inside needed attention, and she was there to help, delaying entering the room only delayed his healing process, and that was unacceptable. Add on that his mother was one of the better respected mediwitches around, and his sister had grown to be one of her dearest coworkers and a good friend...a friend who had talked this patient up to her... Merde. While Yvette's summer had gone from horrid to exhilarating as she got over Alphonse and got out there again, she hadn't been about to drag a friend's brother into her own healing process. No, no - it'd been far better to meet men unattached to her new friends, have a bit of fun, and move on. No hard feelings, no strings to cut. If you don't get a shift on, you'll be fixing him up as Grace and Anna arrive.That was enough to release her - bless them, but family members, especially those who knew more than a thing or two about Healing, made for the worst observers when someone they loved was in trouble - and Yvette gave a brisk knock to the door as she entered, eyes still on the form. "You have to help me understand, Mr. Peasegood," she said, sunshine yellow nails drumming on the back of the clipboard. "It says here you're in Muggle Relations? I can't imagine this is the typical start to your Tuesday." Bedside manner, Singh. "Healer Singh, I'll be taking care of you." She looked up with a tight smile, though her dark eyes were more eager than they should have been as she took the bloke in. Unfortunately, he was as handsome - more, rather - than described. Were all of the siblings so good looking? And he was tall, great curls in his hair, warm hazel eyes - Bandaged. Ear. The Junior Healer cleared her throat and set her board aside on the counter, hand skimming above the unlucky ear to check that it was still cooled, in stasis, waiting for her. The offending artefact was still under observation, it seemed, and in its absence she looked more closely to the rough edges of the ear. "Good news is, they've not found anything wrong with your ear, so we're cleared to reattach. When you need something more for the pain, let me know. The potions that let you stay awake don't last all that long, I'm afraid," she cautioned with a sympathetic smile. If the story was true - and he'd truly been involved in some unfortunate workplace incident - Wesley was already one of her less-typical patients, as he hadn't meant for anything to happen. She rolled up the lime-green sleeves of her robe and began a thorough washing up, long braid swinging as she looked over her shoulder. "I meant it, really. It helps to know, we need to ensure nothing was missed. We'll turn your day around, will take some time with those edges, but we'll get there - but what went so wrong already today for you to wind up here?"*It's not like you have to drink the ocean
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Wesley Peasegood
Civilian
Graduated Hufflepuff
Posts: 7
Title: Intern: Muggle Relations Dpt.
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Post by Wesley Peasegood on Feb 13, 2024 5:37:50 GMT
“Well you can tell by the way I use my walk, I’m a women’s man. No time to talk. Hmm-hm-hmmm-hmm-hm-hm-hm.” Wes tried to keep his head movement to a minimum, like the sweet little assistant that showed him to this room had advised. However, the song was simply to good to sit still to. The best he could manage was forcing himself to lie back on the bed and play air guitar across his chest. There wasn’t much to do about his head bobbing back and forth but for him it was very subdued and that was the best one could hope for from him. Missing ear or no. As far as missing appendage go, an ear wasn’t the worst one to lose, especially if it was reattachable. He was incredibly lucky that his was, as far as he could tell, therefore, all things considering, he was in a pretty chipper mood. Of course, the poor chap who was responsible for this did have him a smidgen peeved. That person, unfortunately for Wes, would be dealt with by the Auror Department from here on out. He had given his statement to them at the office and he was sure more would be around to take another eventually. All he had to do now was wait around to have proper hearing again. And for his sister to eventually find him and fret, but he was also looking forward to that. Then, for the rest of the day today and all day tomorrow, he was off for recovery and getting paid for it. His night suddenly free, he was ruminating over having his own fifth celebration, maybe he could convince Grace to come along. Less fireworks, more dancing for him, he wouldn’t land himself in Mongu’s twice in one day! “Stayin alive, stayin alive, a-a- Oh hello.” Against the advise of the lovely lady from earlier, Wesley shot up out of bed a little too quickly as the Healer entered. Who wouldn't when a stunner like that graced them? His head swam at once and he clutched the non-bandaged side of it to try to steady the swirling as she went on about pain medication and he smiled in acknowledgment of her statement and her introduction. Truly, perversely, he was more focused on her backside and how much he couldn't see in her uniform as she tasked herself at the basin. Somewhere in his muddled pain, potion-filled brain, she was setting off alarm bells. At the moment he was slow catching on and only continued to smile foolishly as she approached him. “ Well, funny story, not for me, for you, obviously. Muggles don’t know clocks bite, and neither did I, because they aren’t supposed to. Crazy thing that is. Alarm goes off they go chomp.” Wesley clapped his hands together for effect and took a moment to chuckle at the bad joke, it helped ease his anger at the culprit. “So, how’s it been going here? Pretty busy I assume.”
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Yvette Singh
Civilian
Diplômé de Beauxbâtons
sunflowers in the kitchen, a heartbreak in remission
Posts: 6
Player: Sam
Title: Healer In Training - Ground Floor
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Post by Yvette Singh on Feb 14, 2024 3:27:22 GMT
Yvette was glad for the moments of automated routine - wash, dry, hands into a new pair of crisp white gloves that shrank to her size - to settle herself. That was him singing, what you heard in the hall. Rather a nice voice, isn't it? The young witch allowed herself an amused smile with her back to him, but couldn't keep it away as she faced him again. Oh, you poor man. He sat unsteadily on the bed, pupils almost disappeared, a grin on his face so broad that it hardly fit in the exam room. He'd received a dose from a good batch of their pain relieving potion, hmm? Yvette had no doubt that the admitting witch had had the same flurry of thoughts that she had, knowing neither Peasegood on staff would take kindly to Wesley receiving any less than their best, and at least it meant he wasn't feeling as horrible now as he had to have been before arriving. His words, however cheerily delivered, set her mouth in a firm line after she joined him in a halfhearted chuckle. As she'd explained to her brother, when he'd finally actually listened - this was exactly why she had to stay in London. Here was this sweet man, just trying to do his job of bettering relations between their communities in actual desperate times - and his ear's bitten off by a hexed clock before lunch? "Dieu, ça me saoule,*" Vini muttered, vented, and took a huff of a breath as she came to a stop before him. Was it the effects of the potion that had him trying to laugh it off? Or did it belie the anger he must feel, just as hotly as she did in her belly, that someone could do something so horrible? Whatever the case, just that he could sit here and chat so amiably was commendable; she could hardly manage to return the favor, the defense of her patients a visceral thing, and she was in one piece. Whether the goal was to target one of the office workers, or the culprit had wanted the clock to end up with the moldu - she didn't know which was worse. "It's despicable, Mr. Peasegood, you didn't deserve that," she said, reaching out to steady him as he swayed with hands gentler than her tone. Her breath caught in her throat as they were nearly eye-to-eye, and had she been a bit hasty? He was doing well, he could manage a few minutes more, and then he'd be resting again while she reattached the ear. " You're doing - excellent work, keep sitting a little longer, okay? I'm going to tie back your hair, and take off the bandage." With a caught smile, she released him and dug a tie out of one of the many pockets of her robes. She spoke as she moved behind him and gathered his hair, careful to not nudge the bandage but still clear the area. "Thanks for asking," Vini chuckled, running her hand through once more to collect stragglers - that would do no one any favors should they get in the way - and securing the lot with a tie. "You're my most interesting case so far. I haven't gotten to do many reattachments on my own yet - exciting day for you and me both," she teased with a confident grin as she came to his side. Taking care, she gingerly peeled back the covering to reveal the wound and kept chatting. "I won't let you out of here with uneven ears, I promise."*God, that pisses me off
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Wesley Peasegood
Civilian
Graduated Hufflepuff
Posts: 7
Title: Intern: Muggle Relations Dpt.
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Post by Wesley Peasegood on Apr 21, 2024 5:37:44 GMT
What was that she said? Wes was still trying to work out if she was even speaking a language he understood, which was of course, only English, when he was /right in front of him. All he would see was her smooth skin and endless eyes and he smiled a dopey, smitten smile. It was only partly due to the drugs, the lad thought that this particular midiwitch must have this effect on everyone. Infinitely more when she touched him, expertly with chilled hands, but gently and caring nonetheless. Wesley reached up to lay his hand over hers next to his good ear, well, his only ear. “I really didn’t.” he agreed. “But better me than the muggles though, right?”Healer Singh let him go and surprisingly, he didn't topple right off of the bed. He could use a lie down but as the boss said, he needed to endure a little longer if he wanted to be whole again. Which was preferable. She disappeared behind him and Wes had to work hard to not make a sound as she tied his hair out of the way for him. He had to remind himself that she was working and making a move on her now would not be appropriate. No matter how sensual it felt to have her fingers in his hair. Or how lovely she smelled under all of the sterile-ness. “Just make sure you don’t put it on upside down.” He teased with a roguish grin as she joined him again. Wes was confident in her and excited they were getting to experience a first together. He felt so special. She could put his ear an inch higher than the other and he wouldn't give one hoot…though he really hoped she didn’t. “So, most interesting case so far, huh? I would take that as a compliment but I feel like you’re missing out. There must be something more going on around here.” He probed as she worked removing his bandages to keep his mind off of the sound it made. “Come on, I know you’ve heard something.”
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Yvette Singh
Civilian
Diplômé de Beauxbâtons
sunflowers in the kitchen, a heartbreak in remission
Posts: 6
Player: Sam
Title: Healer In Training - Ground Floor
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Post by Yvette Singh on Apr 27, 2024 17:09:26 GMT
He really believed it, that it was better for him to be here than a moldu. She was trained to focus her energies on the person in front of her, whoever they were, and not stop until they were healed. That person was in the most pain, that person needed her the most. But Wesley's hand covered her own, he believed, and while his lovestruck smile was certainly due to the effects of a pain-reliever just as potent as any love potion, it was more difficult for her to remember such a thing than the young Healer would have anticipated. Because his sister had talked him up to her? Or because he really did have the kind eyes that poets wrote about getting lost in? Or that even now, when no one could blame him for being angry, scared, lashing out - he was nothing but earnest? Because if he looked at you like this anywhere but here, you'd know exactly what you'd do next? "That's - that is an admirable perspective. Still, no one would blame you for being upset," she managed, praying that her patient wouldn't clock just how flustered he was making her. The feeling didn't pass smoothly, but as she gathered his hair, she tried. Thinking of what would be said by any of her coworkers had they heard her thoughts, though, was a mighty incentive. It wasn't unheard of for someone to bemoan to the break room at large about a striking patient, but that was a different space than an exam room. And a good reputation was an even more difficult thing to rebuild than it was to build in the first place, hmm? He's not your first attractive patient, and won't be the last. You'll let him know you're friends with Gracie when he's through this part. And you'll tell Gracie he's here.
And that she was right?"Not upside-down, are you certain?" There was no use being cold, she could handle friendly. Friendly. "It's a missed opportunity to be written about, but if you insist. And you'll hear something again too, very soon," she teased assured, grinning anew after the sharp intake of breath that surely must be required when a gaping wound was seen with fresh eyes. The pain had to have been blinding, excruciating - and for what end? To send a message of hate against people who didn't even know their kind existed? To intimidate and frighten someone into inaction? Whoever had sent the clock, they had struck the wrong target. His pain would pass, and she would do all she could to minimize the scarring, but Wesley would just as surely forget the experience as he would allow this to force him away from his work. As Vini observed the wound, she smiled - he was trying to distract himself, understandably, but she couldn't help but wonder... Did his mother share stories of the hospital now, just as she must have done when he was young? And was Gracie adding her own? There was little that she'd loved more than hearing tall tales of healing at her father's knee, and it was an endless marvel these days, to find out just how true so many of them were. "Well...between us, there's a rumor going around - you can lie down on your back, thank you." Vini kept a steadying hand on his shoulder as she reached back for the suspended ear. It was light, cold to the touch as it settled into her hand. She kept on with the day's story as she rose, moving around and over him while lining it up with the wound and checking to ensure she'd keep her promise of even ears. "There's a guard outside a room on One. Not one of ours, someone from the Ministry. But the patient started with us, wouldn't give us a straight story, was absolutely out of his mind until he was sedated. Turns out he was smuggling something that necessitated moving up to Creatures. Best guess I've heard is that it was a clutch of frozen Ashwinder eggs. Half the time, here in Artefacts we're removing something-or-other from where it shouldn't be, and they've got the resources on One to handle the eggs - or the snakes." She made a face, not envying the patient one bit. The truth would be found out about the odd case before long, but not before a slew of rumors ripped through the hospital; she wouldn’t be surprised to hear varying accounts later on of how the room filled with snakes, or that the room was set ablaze, before the quick action of whoever told the story had saved the day. Ear aligned and light marks drawn on his neck to indicate where the lobe should fall to, Vini pulled a short stool to his side and settled in. "This will feel strange, as everything knits back together," she forewarned, "but do your best to keep still for me. Ready?" She gave his shoulder a squeeze and took up her wand, before letting the endless hours of study take over. The incantation was more like a song than anything, soothing and melodic as a lullaby as she slowly drew the tip of her wand over the edges of the wound and the ear still supported by her other hand, encouraging them to join again.
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