Late Night Shift (Quinn)

Once she finished he sat back up and looked as she propped herself against the table.  Her words did not inspire a lot of confidence for the days gone by, and perhaps at odds with this he smiled.

The fact that she said it in the way made him think one of two things.  Either, whatever he had wasn't going to get better, or that someone had messed up.  Either way the pain of not knowing had always been worse.  "You may be whatever you like, but I would like your name first.  If you don't mind."  He would say sitting up as best he could.  

His eyes glanced at the clock to mark the time in memory.  Outside he could still hear some minor hustle and bustle though things had clearly slowed.  Perhaps they had reached the slow time before the morning push, he couldn't be for sure.  Staring into her eyes he once again watched all her reactions and searched for any tells, both with hope and dread for what he might find.

For most of her quick recap he stared at her with what he hoped was an expression of understanding.  Though she could have said Mesozoic instead of mesoderm for all it mean to him.  The word instead that stick out was "incorrect". And of all the words that's the one that would stick with him in the coming moments.

His face wild depart the smile, moving into a slight frown as he took a more stern look.  When she asked him what he thought he pondered a few moments before answering.  "Ma'am, I think a couple things I suppose.  Firstly, when you mention taking a "sample" of something as so attached as skin it makes me nervous.  Secondly, I'm considering tracking down this previous healer, and having words.  Lastly.........if you have an idea than let's crack on."

His final word of consent was said with a smile.  She was willing to try, and he was willing to do what it took.  A combination that could either breed catastrophe or success, only time and trials would tell.  "Err how do you take a sample...". He would say hiding how uncomfortable that actually Made him.  He still hasn't caught her name.  Which caused his eyes to flash across her front looking for a name badge, as she started to make her next move.

"Alrighty then Tess the best, like I said...let's crack on."  He would say to her clapping his hands and wincing as a blue streak covered the magical injury.  He could have focused on the negative, but he's hex the sob at a later date when he found him.  For now there seemed to be a chance to make head way rather than a back slide.

As she approaches with the needle, he started to go more than a little pale and diaphoretic.  Sure he'd take stuns and blasts to the chest head on to secure a win, but they weren't needles.  Despite the numbing techniques she used, when the needle went in, and best believe he watched, he barred his teeth and hissed.  Every muscle in his body flexing, the veins in his arms becoming very apparent.  The act of flexing while getting poked would bite him later, but he didn't know that at the moment.

"I'll give you the rest of the night.  Best date I've been on in since the states."  He would say casually leaning back.  The pain was still there, but the numbing helped, and the conversation did even more.  "I never understand wizarding folks though.  Good old fashion opioids works great, but never have I seen one use them.  And can't very well go to the no maj doctors lookin like this."  He would say conversationally as she worked.  "Where'd you get your education Tess?"

Watching her work he listened to her humming. It wasn't a tune that he particularly recognized. He could tell the by the fluidity of her movements, the confidence in the composer of her hands, she was doing what she was best at. He wondered if this was how he appeared when he was dueling, though he doubted he could match anything resembling grace in that regard.

She listed two of the big European schools. He had heard about them the way any student will hear about other magical schools. Though, to actually "know them" he didn't have a clue. Which, was a little ironic since he was about to start work at one.

"Ilvermony in the US for me. Didn't go to any such university. Not much of an academic to be perfectly honest with you." He would say with a smile. To be a healer one had to go to school and be dedicated to it. So to say he had made his way with none, well he wasn't sure if he should be embarrassed or proud.

"I guess you could say I'm going to Hogwarts later in life though. I start teaching next term." He leaned back against the wall. The cold stone pressing into his skin, the conduction removing the excess heat from his wound causing him to feel just a bit better. His eyes would glance to the clock as she continued to work. Though there were worse things he could be doing. "So you hate potions, I can tell." He would say with a wink should she look at him, clearly being sarcastic.

"Well, I don't know a thing about the houses so little worry about that. Can't say I really give a care for that kind of thing anyway." He would say off handedly at her mentions of the house stereotypes. It was something that he had moderately heard of, but not to any real level of detail. He supposed soon he would find out first hand. It would be interesting how that would go. He assumed often times students or others migrated towards those that had been in the same house, abnormal thing common ground. However, what would it be like for him who had never before been apart of such a thing.

As he contemplated all of this he quickly twitched as the cold salve hit his skin. He had been so lost in his musings that he had competed missed her saying it was going to be cold. "Well it's doing that alright...". He would say as she mentioned it would cool the area. He could feel her hand moving over his flesh, and as it did he already started to feel a little better.

The area wasn't burning nearly as much, and the pain had gone down just a hair. Moving his arms he would let her place the wrappings around his trunk, feeling the salve pushed into his skin, the compression feeling nice. He felt as though he could sit up a little straighter already.

"Best keep the one who knows the job." He would say with a smile. "If it's all the same to you, I'll keep with you. I've had enough screw up." He would say nodding at the bottle he had brought in earlier. He would stand up, a little quicker than he normally did. It still caused a twitch and a sharp rush of pain, but it died down much quicker, and his breath didn't catch nearly as bad. "I'll keep a thought towards alternatives, but this is a hell of a start. Anything else doc?"