- Messages
- 762
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Single (Looking)
- Wand
- Knotted 14 Inch Rigid Spruce Wand with Doxy Wing Core
- Age
- 3/2001
After her most recent bout of nausea had been dealt with, Irene sent a message to Eric asking him to please meet her at St. Mungo's as soon as he could. He was her best friend after all and if she was going to be stuck in a hospital waiting to be seen, having him for company would make it all the more bareable. Leaving the bathroom, Irene entered back into her room and slowly got dressed. She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her face. All of the color was seemingly gone from it and she had dark circles under her eyes as if she was sick.
As she settled herself on her bed to place her shoes on, Irene had to lay back as another wave of nausea rolled through her. She was convinced that she was suffering from some form of flu and that some potion from the healers at the wizard's hospital would help her. It had to. She couldn't keep dealing with this. Over the past two or three weeks, she couldn't remember anymore, she had spent the mornings in the same manner- running to the bathroom to throw up and dizzy for no apparent reason. And by the time she got home at night, regardless of whether she'd spent the day at the Dinette or at the Ministry, her ankles looked and felt swollen. She put it down to the fact that she spent much of her time on her feet.
When the wave of nausea had subsided, Irene moved as quickly as she could towards the front door. Exiting her home, the cool breeze made her feel slightly better and she took a deep breath before spinning on her heel and apparating to the front of the hospital. Bad idea. She immediately clutched her head, the dizziness hitting her instantly and making her feel as if she were going to pass out. Irene brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and tugged the zipper of her hoodie back down because it felt overly snug. She looked around to see if Eric had received her note and arrived yet because she really didn't want to enter on her own. She wasn't very fond of hospitals or doctors or any of that medical stuff, which was why she'd never even considered becoming a healer.
As she settled herself on her bed to place her shoes on, Irene had to lay back as another wave of nausea rolled through her. She was convinced that she was suffering from some form of flu and that some potion from the healers at the wizard's hospital would help her. It had to. She couldn't keep dealing with this. Over the past two or three weeks, she couldn't remember anymore, she had spent the mornings in the same manner- running to the bathroom to throw up and dizzy for no apparent reason. And by the time she got home at night, regardless of whether she'd spent the day at the Dinette or at the Ministry, her ankles looked and felt swollen. She put it down to the fact that she spent much of her time on her feet.
When the wave of nausea had subsided, Irene moved as quickly as she could towards the front door. Exiting her home, the cool breeze made her feel slightly better and she took a deep breath before spinning on her heel and apparating to the front of the hospital. Bad idea. She immediately clutched her head, the dizziness hitting her instantly and making her feel as if she were going to pass out. Irene brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and tugged the zipper of her hoodie back down because it felt overly snug. She looked around to see if Eric had received her note and arrived yet because she really didn't want to enter on her own. She wasn't very fond of hospitals or doctors or any of that medical stuff, which was why she'd never even considered becoming a healer.