Sleep well
Tue Apr 10, 2018 10:15

“Indeed. And here was me worrying I might be bored,” she agreed, when Grayson made a remark about job security. Ok, in truth she was getting slightly bored. It wasn’t like there was a huge variation in the cases she was seeing here… Although if he was right, and some of the other staff were coming down sick, it might be more interesting. Not that she expected their symptoms to vary at all, but it hadn’t escaped her notice that both Daniel Nash and Rory Taransay were rather fine looking. Mopping either of their fevered brows didn’t exactly seem like a chore… Although at that point, of course, they would be patients, and it would be wrong to lust after them. But they weren't yet...

For now though, Grayson was her patient. He seemed… polite. And perfectly nice.

“It’s you that needs wards, not the door,” she informed him. She could understand the confusion - most of the time, people warded their stuff against things. But she put wards on her patients, ones that would track their symptoms and alert her if anything was wrong. It wasn’t much use taking vital signs from a door. She nodded as he showed her into his quarters, taking in as much as she could without looking like she was looking. One of the perks of house visits was being nosy. Not with any malicious intent. Not to judge, not to gossip. Just to see, out of plain old curiosity. Gray’s room was a little on the messy side, in one sense at odds with his own neat and particular appearance, but given that the mess was books, books, more books and writing materials, not a total surprise. There were various framed things on the walls that she couldn’t decipher without a much closer and more obvious look, which she obviously couldn’t take - from what she could see, it looked like a couple of letters, and some pages with shiny bits on, possibly some kind of graduation certificates, although there seemed to be too many…

She focussed, twirling her wand, and drawing her medical bag into the room, before casting the spell again to bring a bottle of the fever be gone, relieved to find it worked in spite of the various enchantments that only let her and the two senior staff members access the medical potions cabinet.
“Not that I doubt you’ve got a fever, but it’s good to know exactly how much of one,” she explained, as the thermometre floated out of her bag and over to Grayson.
“Now, let’s get you checked in as it were,” she added, once it had finished. “I’m just going to cast a monitoring charm on you. It will add you to the salutometre in my office - like a clock, you’ve probably seen them around in hospitals, or other places. It’ll tell me whether you’re stable, warn me if you get worse, and let me know when you wake up in the morning so I can come check up on you,” she explained. “May I?” she added, because although it was really in his best interests, she still needed his consent before using her wand on him. Once this was done, she held out the small vial of cornflower blue potion.
“Fever be gone, drowsy version. Sleep well,” she wished him, picking up her bag and leaving him to his medicine and his rest.

  • Re: This is literally my job - Gray, Tue Apr 10 07:57
    “I don’t think that was me,” said Gray when Aisha confirmed he had, in fact, seen what he’d thought he’d seen in there. He managed a half smile. “I guess you don’t have to worry about job security... more
    • Sleep well - Aisha, Tue Apr 10 10:15
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