fandom_clinic | FTEC, Wednesday, Evening Shift [Dec 5]

"It's snowing!" Isabel grinned as she came through the doors. "Isn't it great?"

Ronan merely grinned, and then whistled a few bars that sounded rather like "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas."

"Exactly," Isabel agreed. "Although I refuse to get my hopes up for a white Christmas as nice as that would be."

She set Ronan's hot chocolate on the counter and carefully opened the lid on her own. "Your's is plain. I went for mint for myself tonight. It's like drinking a Girl Scout cookie."

Ronan grinned. "You're a doll," he said. "Which I mean with all feminist and equal, non-misogynist sentiment." He dug out his little jar of cayenne and sprinkled some into his hot chocolate before taking a drink. "Mmm," he added. "Just what I needed, I think."

"Nice disclaimer," she smirked.

Pulling a chair over, Isabel took a seat. "Well I'm glad I could help. I think it's the cold. It just sort of requires warm sweet stuff."

"Like you?" Ronan responded, a bit cheekily. "How was your weekend?"

"Don't forget the spice," she teased. "Friday night was fun. Wyatt and I went dancing with Meg and Dean, but other then that it was fairly mellow. How about you? How's Parker?"

"Parker's good," Ronan replied. "She was... a little disappointed that part of the visit had to be, ah, canceled. Which I should have told her before I left -- but thank you for mentioning to her."

"Just trying to help out where I can," Isabel shrugged. "But you still had fun?"

Ronan nodded. "We met some elves in a pub."

Isabel stared. "Overzealous Tolkien fans?"

"Right pub," Ronan said, grinning a little. "Wrong elves. Technically, they weren't in the pub; there was an entrance... sideways, kind of? Also 'underhill'. It's called a few different things. Anyway, yeah, there was an entrance in the pub, and we got invited in."

"Oh? That's definitely different." But sideways? "No lost time? Or extra time?"

Ronan shook his head. "An extra hour or so," he said. "We weren't stuck at all. Time runs a little differently, to be sure, but not enough there to be a problem. It was different than... that year."

Isabel nodded, "I figured, but I wanted to make sure. I worry."

Shortly after 8pm, Fandom's only Firecat was in the lobby with an unconscious body he had brought with him. That body happened to belong to Thursday Next who was now bleeding over the clinic floor thanks to a gun shot wound to her left shoulder. Upon checking that there was someone around to tend to Thursday, Altra disappeared again.

Ronan swore, practically leaping over his desk as he rushed to Thursday's side. The oath segued directly into the words of his diagnostic wizardries, giving him immediate knowledge of her vitals and condition, even as he kneeled down to do an initial cursory examination of the wound in her shoulder.

Even though she was unconscious, he had to try asking, "Can you hear me? Can you tell me what happened?"

Thursday didn't reply at first, but as if her brain was catching up slowly, she responded with the faintest incoherent mumble.

That was a good sign!

Ronan started by placing a wizardry around the wound to ease the pain, and then as he considered how best to get her into the exam room, he remembered being told of how his friends had moved him after his own serious injury -- Filif's transportation routine.

"I'm going to use a spell on you," he said, "to help me move you back into the exam room. If you can hear me, I need you to do all you can to stay as still as possible." Not waiting for a response, he started to lay the spell around her -- it was short work, thankfully, affecting the air around her more than it affected Thursday herself.

Thursday wasn't inclined to move. Her body alternated between being too tense from the trauma when she as conscious and slack when she drifted out of consciousness again through her body's instincts rather than from her own control. She managed to stay still for as long as it took to move her.

The spell 'took', coming into place with an almost physical 'snap', and Thursday rose to float at about waist height; Ronan, pushing gently, moved her back to the exam room.

Ronan brought Thursday in, leading her carefully where she floated at about waist height; as she moved to hover over the examination table, he released the spell gently, leaving her to settle down onto it. He moved swiftly around the room, moving to apply pressure on the wound, placing a bandage over it and applying pressure, trying to get the bleeding stopped enough to do some more serious work on it.

The shot had been intended to harm rather than outright kill Thursday or even kill her before she had a chance to get some medical attention. Still, she had lost enough blood to be dangerous to her health. The pressure had been applied before by Sam Winchester and although it had started to bleed again, the pressure Ronan was applying was enough to slow the flow and get the blood to begin to clot.

As he saw the bleeding slow, clotting, Ronan pulled out the small blade he kept handy for times like these, slicing down the heel of his left palm, reopening the thin scar that existed from previous healings.

Blood pooled in his palm, and he began speaking the words of the healing spell, drawing out the pain, drawing out the knife, doing what he could to close the wound and replenish Thursday's own blood.

All at once, it was done, the bullet itself resting in Ronan's palm next to the scar, which was once again thin and healed. The bullet-wound itself was closed, slightly puckered, the pink of a new scar.

Thursday suddenly sucked in a deep breath, but after that her breathing settled and her body seemed to relax as her body adjusted to the damage ebbing away.

Ronan smiled, his breath a bit laboured as he felt his body go, "Woooo, tired now." Still, he said, "Can you hear me now?" noting that her body did seem more relaxed -- which was as good a sign as any that the healing had taken properly.

She was still groggy, but responded to his voice by opening her eyes slightly. Her own body was exhausted. The healing had taken, but her body's effort of keeping her alive the best it knew how had worn her out. She looked as if she was about to say something, but her eyes closed again as she fell asleep before she had a chance to speak.

Ronan's smile widened a little, even as he felt himself needing to sit down now; still, he managed to set a small alarm wizardry before he left, just to notify him over the course of the evening if there were any major changes in her condition.

And then he went back to the front desk and collapsed in the chair.

[OOC: Not a problem! It was fun. :) ]

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