Healer McMurray entered the properly sterilized classroom that would be used by the Healing majors at CHESS. It had been time for him to retire and settle on something else, it was for the best. New Healers needed their space to shine, and he had been ready to become a Teacher, he had always wanted it. Moving to another state had been difficult, but he had managed to survive. Jacob had lived in Virginia all of his life, until now. Life in LA was different, and getting used to it was trickier for the 48-year old. It was too much sun and young people doing stupid, young people things. Stuff that had given him plenty of work when he worked at the hospital, they were just very creative when it came to getting in trouble.
Jacob stood in the front of the classroom waiting for his new students to arrive. He had to admit he was excited about teaching; it was a new chapter in his life. Clad in his blue scrubs he waited for class to start and once the time came, he locked the door to the classroom. He was not going to accept tardiness in his students. “Good morning. I am Healer Jacob McMurray and I will be your Professor as well as the campus Healer,” he said sternly. His brown eyes were looking at the assembled students. “This is Medical Diagnostics, one of the most important classes you will take here. You can’t do anything without a proper diagnostic of the patient.”
The new Healing Professor was stern and didn’t have time for jokes, healing was a life or death situation and fooling around was not a choice, “This class will be divided into a theory and a practical class. Healing is about experience, but I can’t let you get right into the action without the theory first. I expect every one of you to take notes and participate. You should come prepared to class, read the material, otherwise you will fail, and I will not accept any student coming unprepared.”
Taking a deep breath, he began pacing through the desks, “Today we will start with a basic spell for Healers. The spell is used to search for any internal damage. A lot of times the person can seem okay, but they are suffering from internal bleeding, damaged organs, and other diseases that endanger their lives.”
“The spell is sententia,” Healer McMurray flicked his wand with a nice wrist movement to the right. His wand emitted a white spark. “When you get the hand of the spell, a single spark will be seen. In a real life situation the spark will hover over the body and when something is wrong it will turn red in the specific place.”
Jacob returned to the front of the classroom where there was a table with a dummy. “Gather around,” he waited until the students were close enough to watch. He flicked his wand again, this time the spark hovered over the dummy and it left several red spots on it. “The red spots in the dummy signal that something is wrong and you need to dig deeper.” The red spots where on top of the heart and the liver.
He turned around to face the kids, “Now, I want you to go back to your seats, read the chapter on this spell and write an essay on how it works. Then, I want to you to practice the spell until you get it right 10 times in a row, before we can continue with this.” Healer McMurray began pacing through the desks once again, “I will be here if you need help or have any questions.”
OOC: Okay, posting rules apply. This is only the first part of the class. I will post the second half in a few weeks which will be more practical than this one. Have fun!
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