Closed What's all the fuss about?

[Jacob Kingsley]

Jacob did a few circles with his shoulders, testing out the work that the healer had just performed to put his shoulder back in place. He'd taken a turn much too quickly during his most recent mission and learned that steel was not very forgiving. It was the easiest of the damage he'd taken to fix, and the Auror tried to be still and calm like the Healers ordered while he waited for someone to come take a look at his other injuries. Jacob wasn't too worried about most of them, scrapes and cuts would heal. But one of his wounds was a magical injury and of much more concern to him. Jacob touched it and winced before laying back on the medical chair to wait.

The man was busy thinking about the paperwork he'd have to do and acknowledging the fact he'd probably be on desk duty for a bit as he healed. He sighed. He hated that part of the work.

 

[August Chase]

One of the first things he'd learned as a trainee healer was to expect the unexpected. Like the fact that even though he was still in his trainee-ship, he would sometimes be expected to work on patients with strange or interesting magical wounds. It made sense, he supposed, since he'd elected to study in potions and spell damage, but that didn't mean he'd expected to be set to task immediately. It was really true that they did things so differently on this side of the pond. Or... really big body of water.

His green healer's robes sat slightly off of his shoulders as he walked into the main department, being gestured to the closest case. He cast a cursory glance over the man's body to see him favouring his side and stepped over quickly, a frown etched on his face. "Auror?" he clarified, though given the section of the hospital they were in, that was probably a given. Most Aurors had a bed with their name on it here, another difference between this place and America. Must have been a strange kind of a thought for them, he supposed.

August pulled his wand out and touched it gently to the man's head and then swept it over his full body for a diagnostic, frowning at the result. Hm, interesting. "Protego wasn't good enough for you huh, decided to dodge into a curse?" it was... sort of a joke, though he realised as he said it he didn't know the man, and had no way of knowing whether or not he would take a joke well. Ah, well he'd said it now, no point in agonising over it. He waved his wand again and summoned one of the basic healing potions, and something to numb the pain. He'd been hit with a ripper of a curse, probably on the job if it was anything to go by, so this might very well take a while. August was going to have to carefully and intricately remove the spell work layer by layer. There goes his lunch break.

@Jacob Kingsley ​

 

[Jacob Kingsley]

"Healer" Jacob replied back without missing a beat and before he'd gotten a good look at the person who had spoken. If he had looked first, Jacob wasn't sure he'd have addressed him by that title. He sat up slightly, skepticism written across his face. "You...are a healer, right? Not some student just volunteering because you want to be in training one day" he quipped. It wasn't really a quip though. Jacob was a bit concerned though a moment later his worries were lightened as the very young man got to work.

Jacob tried to stay still but the injury was ailing him, somewhere between a burning sensation and something he couldn't quite explain. "You should have seen what my shield charm stopped" he laughed and then regretted that decision immediately. He didn't know why he laughed anyway. His shield charm really had stopped something that would have landed him here if he was likely but probably would have resulted in a much worse fate. His mother would be quite unhappy that he was joking about such a thing, but really it was one of the only ways to make it through the tough parts of the work. "Don't make me laugh anymore" he jokingly scolded the Healer before giving a quick 'cheers' and downing the pain potion. The relief was instant and Jacob smiled. Magic was great.

@August Chase

 

[August Chase]

When asked if he was a healer (though not in so many words apparently), there was a tiny part of August that immediately wanted to play it up that maybe he wasn't a healer, but the point of this job is not to upset the patients, it's to fix them and he couldn't do that if he had a panicking auror on his hands. Besides, he could kind of understand the hesitation, he was only a couple of years out of school and this guy seemed to have a couple years on him already. August certainly hoped he kept his smooth, pretty face, he didn't want to end up like this poor fellow. "Well, I'm definitely not a student, though admittedly I was until more recently than you," he said. He felt an odd sense to call the man sir, since the age difference was fairly clear, but he bit back on that particular urge almost as swiftly as it had been upon him.

As he continued his diagnostics, nodding every now and again at the results, he snorted. "True enough, just judging by this, I don't think I want to see what your shield charm stopped," he'd not seen something this bad since his actual book days. Though there had been that unfortunate potions accident the other day. Spell work was far more insidious in his opinion and it certainly coloured his opinion of Aurors and others who worked with spells a lot more frequently than he did. He had never been a particularly good duellist, but he was better than some of the other people in his family, excluding maybe January, but she intended to make that a profession. There was a question, how would an Auror hold up against a Professional Duellist? Did they have to be better because their opponents were often attempting to kill them, or did the duellist have to be better because they arguably duelled more frequently than an Auror? Well, he didn't know that for sure. Maybe Aurors did a lot of duelling on the side, he didn't know any Aurors, only a couple of duelists.

August smiled then, "I'll do my best, do you want the healers oath about it?" He didn't usually find himself particularly funny, certainly not among his family, but it was nice to have a joke with someone on occasion, it meant the guy had a sense of humour at least. Probably had to in that job. "I'll have a second potion next to you, because this next bit will hurt, and your pain tolerance will potentially make this worse or better, let's hope you're good with pain, huh?" he asked before summoning another pain potion and then a chair so he could sit beside the guy now. He looked up at him, shaking out his hands before taking a deep breath. "Alright, you ready? This might be a bit," he said, waiting for the go ahead before he started messing about with the actual cursed wound itself.

@Jacob Kingsley

sorry about this cyndi, apparently Jake is old now ;(​

 

[Jacob Kingsley]

"Ouch" Jacob said at the young Healer's words. He'd never been called old before and though he technically still hadn't, the intent was there to and, boy, had he felt his soul wince at those words. Immediately, all of the times when he'd made similar snide comments talking about his parents or friends of his parents or anyone who looked more than a decade older than him hit him like a ton of bricks. Is this what it feels like to have an existential crisis?, the Auror thought to himself. He lost track of what the Healer was saying for a few moments, but tuned in just in time to hear him talking about pain tolerance and realized he had better pay much better attention.

Jacob took hold of the pain potion, quickly chugging it down. He only just stopped himself from slamming it down on the table as he would a drink on the bar before asking for another. "No problem, let's get this done" he nodded. Jacob had a fairly high tolerance for pain, but this was more of a thing to get through than to try to determine if he could get through. It needed to be done and he would bear it. "Is this like one of those tasks where you need all of your concentration on it or can you distract me with a story about your life? I'm fine either way though for obvious reasons would prefer the second option...if it's an option" he rambled, a little loopy from the pain potion's effects.

@August Chase - so very sorry for the delay.

 

[August Chase]

August did his best not to chuckle at the way his joke went down, glad that he hadn't entirely offended the poor guy, one had to be careful at his age, they did say it was all down hill from there. Still, best not to keep trying to offend him, he had a job to do and he might still be a trainee healer, but he was good at his training and he'd been working hard since he could even think about wanting to be a healer. There were more than a couple of times he'd wondered if he'd chosen the right path, but all that mattered was that he was good at this, he enjoyed this kind of meticulous work, and he wanted to continue it for the foreseeable future. Once January had graduated he could think about other things, but for now, this was his main focus. She wouldn't leave America though, she loved her home there even if their parents were driving her crazy. August watched the Auror swallow the pain potion and raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Honestly if this hurt as much as he thought it was going to, he didn't envy him. August was a wimp when it came to pain so he was glad he was on the other side of it, that was for sure.

He laughed slightly and positioned himself on a stool at the Auror's side. "I have ability enough to distract you, sure, story of my life though? Afraid it's not terribly exciting, probably not to an Auror anyway," she said, frowning slightly in conversation as he kept his eyes trained on the magical wound to started stripping back the curses layered on it. Thankfully, though this was a big job, it wasn't an intricate one that would have likely called for someone with far more experience. It always clearly wasn't some kind of creature which would have required a consult or collaboration. The pain potion was clearly taking affect, which was good, so it was probable that regardless of what he said to him, he probably wasn't going to pay much attention. Which was helpful, August was generally a pretty private person, but if his patient wanted a distraction, he wasn't going to turn it down. "You can probably tell from my accent that I might have grown up outside of New Zealand, I was born and raised in California, actually, Manhattan Beach specifically," he had no idea if the guy had ever been there, he didn't really care either way, it was just talking, filler, something to say. "After me there was my sister January, then June, March my only brother and November, youngest sister." He snorted slightly at that, "before you ask, my parents weren't very creative, I was even born in August, that's my name, by the way, August." He said, taking a moment to concentrate on a particularly difficult section of the wound, and giving the auror a moment to process and catch up.

@Jacob Kingsley ​