June 26, 1888 - St Mungo's Hospital

It had started out as a very fun and casual day. Mother had decided to finally take the family out for some shopping. Nothing exciting or extravagant, but simply to get some fresh air and buy some potion supplies. The day was pleasant, with no magic stealing fog in sight. Such fog were all over the papers about Irvingly and Hogsmeade. What was it like without magic? Surely it was a new experience that was strange and special all of its own.

After a while of shopping, Hestia had been distracted by a window display while mother was busy trying to calm down a fussy baby sister. Having not noticed her family starting to get ahead of her, she continued to look around at the window display filled with toys and wonder.

Then the crashing started. Screaming and running began all around her as she tried to see the source through the crowd. There was a growl... or was that a screech? The screaming made it hard to tell. Whatever the sound was, the creature sounded quite angry. Flashes of the flying tigers came back to mind. The chaos of that event, the news after. The scar on her back felt like it was fresh and new, back from the past as the chaos of the present occurred. Lost in her memories and fear, she didn't make a move until actually seeing the beast.

Turning to run, there wasn't much time before she felt a severe pain in her back, and then felt the ground with a thud from the fall. Crying in pain, the beast didn't seem to take as much attention to her as she had thought it would. Charging after the noise of the crowd, she could feel herself starting to loose consciousness. She couldn't let that happen. What if she didn't wake up.

It was a miracle that she was found before bleeding out too badly. She couldn't even tell where she had been struck on her back. Had it been deep? Was she going to live? Time seemed to fly before she was in the hospital. Grabbing the nearest doctors arm with whatever strength she had in that moment, she tugged slightly. "Where's my mama?" She groaned. Where was her family? Were they OK? Had she lost another member of her ever shrinking family? Or was she next?

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Sydney Podmore

  

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After the troll attack on High Street and having a ward half-full of patients recovering from that still, Syd was quite content to have that on his plate and nothing else. But of course that never worked out well in his favor as he heard a commotion outside his office, mentions of a griffin in the Alley and that had him poking his head out to see what the matter was this time.

The situation seemed unlikely, but it would be his luck. He quickly penned a owl to his brother asking for verification on the incident before moving to assist however he could. He was making his rounds, poking his head behind curtains here and there, but nobody could give him a definitive answer on what had happened.

It was then that a hand shot out from a gurney and took him by the sleeve. The girl asked about her mother and Syd didn't have an answer. "What's your name?" He asked gently. "What happened?" With an answer to the first question he could send someone to find the parents and with the second maybe she could shed some light on the truth of the matter.  

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How far had her family gone before the creature had attacked? Were they hurt? All she could think about was her family and if they were safe. Perhaps part of the reason for that was due to her mind wanting to block out the pain as much as possible. If that were true, how much pain was she truly in?

She couldn't really tell if this was worse than what happened with the flying tigers or not, but she guessed that it probably was. Was the last time she saw her family the last time they would see her at all? Fear still ran through her, even in the safety of the hospital. Her wounds kept her from feeling completely safe.

The fact that the doctor had answered her question with a question was unsettling. Either he was trying to keep her mind off of her family by distracting her, or he truly didn't know who she was. "Hestia Fairchild." She mumbled. It took her a moment to think clearly once more, trying to separate her thoughts from her fears and her pain. "It was a... griffin. I think. ...It happened... so fast." She added, blinking a few times. She needed to stay awake, she kept telling herself that.

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Taking mental notes as he had no file, nor anything to write things down on at the moment, Syd pondered the name and the situation carefully. He grabbed he nearest intern and sent the girl off looking for family members and to see if she could dig up a little bit of information on what had happened. A griffin in the Alley would likely cause a huge scene and he didn't seem to see anyone else with any major injuries, though there was no given they were sent to his ward either. Hearing from Clinton would hopefully give him a better sense of what had actually happened.

"Alright, well let's take a look and see what's going on. I'm Mr. Podmore, the assistant healer in charge for the ward. What do you remember happening?" He eyed her wounds carefully, rolling up his sleeves in the process. There was more blood than he'd anticipated, but he couldn't see any definitive scratches that would identify a griffin claw. It looked like a single gash, which was surprisingly deep, but only the one, accompanied by bruising and abrasions. Whatever the reason, it clearly needed to be seen to and treated and would likely require some dittany to get it to fully close up. Now he just had to wait for the intern to come back so he had a lass present for the cleaning, plus she could learn a thing or two.

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What could she remember? It was all so jumbled in her mind. "I heard... screaming, and crashing. People were running. There was a roar... or a screech. There was so much screaming." She mumbled. Watching a lady go, she blinked a couple of times. "Where is she going?" She asked. Her mind felt fuzzy. She really didn't think it should feel fuzzy. All the screams raced around in her mind.

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"She's going to see if she can find any of your family." Syd assured the blonde with a small smile. He busied himself trying to get everything he would need to clean up the wound itself and the surrounding abrasions, pulling vials of this and that from the cupboard, in addition to the necessary bandages and cleaning supplies he would need for the process.

He took in her description of what had happened. Admittedly it wasn't much to go one. Thankfully he was spared by trying  to press for details as the intern returned. She had no information on the girl's family, but she had a note from one of the welcome witches, which apparently contained all he'd needed. Apparently a sign had unattached from where it hung in Diagon Alley and had fallen, causing quite a few things to come crashing down with it and this youngin' just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It would explain the screaming she'd heard and likely a screech if the chains had broken.

"Well it appears there's no griffin in London after all, but you've suffered quite the laceration to your back here that Miss Bartleby and I are going to take care of for you." Syd motioned for the intern to start taking care of the fabric in the way (ladies knew much more about that than he did anyway) so he could organize himself to take care of everything as quickly and as painlessly as possible.

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The longer it took, the more the pain came to her attention. For now she was only wincing slightly every now and then, still trying to keep her mind busy with other thoughts. Watching as he worked, she tried to guess what all of the objects in the cabinets were. Was it nice to help people? Did he enjoy his job? Well... of course it wasn't all perfect. Lives were lost and it was tragic. But that seemed to be how life was. After all, it happened in her own family.

Wincing a bit more after a while, she watched as the lady returned. "Where is my family?" She mumbled. Griffin or not, something happened. Were they OK? Had she lost someone else close to her? Thoughts were interrupted as she shrieked slightly from the pain of the fabric being moved from her wounds. Whimpering, she knew it had to be done, but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt!

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Syd winced sympathetically and opened a nearby cupboard to find something to take the sting out of everything. He couldn't put a balm on it until it was all cleaned up, but they had to have a little something for the pain in the cabinet. Moving around vials until he found what he wanted, Syd uncorked the potion and moved toward the blonde to have her take it.

"This will numb the pain." He motioned for her to drink it as he looked at his intern in regards to the question about her family. The young girl passed him a look and a little shrug that said she hadn't been able to find much. "They'll send them in when they arrive." Unless they too were patients, then it would require a little more digging.

Once Miss Bartleby had the wound mostly out in the open, Syd moved to take a good look at it. "Lucky for you, this is long, but not incredibly deep." It would still require some kind of closure, but perhaps dittany instead of sutures. He cast a look at his intern to see what she thought, it was a learning experience for her after all.

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Hospitals seemed to be the place that Hestia ended up during the school breaks. Whether it be during summer when it was her or winter when it had been her brother who was sick, she seemed to end up somewhere for the sick and injured. Despite the loss, these healers always seemed to know what they were doing. Drinking what the healer gave her, she couldn't really tell what it tasted like. Perhaps due to the fact that she was too focused on her thoughts and pain. It was quite overwhelming.

What Hestia needed was a distraction. Something to take her mind off of the pain. Family hadn't helped. They weren't around and Hestia had no clue where they were. Worrying about them only made her pain worse. Trying to think of what she could possibly think of to take her mind off of her troubles, she was silent for a moment. "What are you going to do? For my wounds?" She asked. Perhaps talking about them would help to ease her mind.

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Syd motioned for his intern to start the process as he explained the young woman. "We're going to start by cleaning it well, to prevent any infection." Miss Bartleby started with her wand to remove the blood and debris while Syd supervised. He let her take her time to make sure there weren't any remnants lodged in the wound before continuing on.

The young intern then moved to get the dittany on her own choice and Syd nodded. "I don't think we'll need stitches unless the dittany is not strong enough." It usually did the trick on long gashes like this. Had it been much deeper it would have required a more practiced hand. Fortunately this was good practice for his intern and for Miss Fairchild, though no injury was preferable, he knew. "This may feel like a little bit of a tug on your skin." Syd warned the blonde, Miss Bartleby taking the vial of dittany and squeezing a few drops at a time onto the wound to let it work its intended magic.  

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Jsyk, I had to go in and edit in a < /div> ending before your [ /post] to realign the thread, make sure you add that to your template! :)

  

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Pain rushed through Hestia as the woman cleaned her wound. Focusing on the man's wounds, that was the best she could do to ignore the pain as best as possible. Which wasn't much. Whimpers and a shriek escaped from her lips as the woman worked. Then the pain slowly started to lessen. It wasn't gone, but it was livable.

Stitches were something that she understood, dittany was not. Healing must be really hard to learn. Was it rewarding? Saving people, making them feel better? Was it worth all of the learning and the loss? Wincing once more as the drops hit her wound, she tried to focus on the healers instead. "What is it like to be a healer?" She asked. It seemed like a fair distraction.

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Thank you!

  

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Even now, decades into his profession, Syd still wasn't desensitized to other people's discomfort. The pain potion was taking a little longer to sink in than he would have liked, but Miss Bartleby had done a fine job with her clean up and the application of the dittany. Moving in a little closer to watch the dittany do its job, satisfied with the way everything seemed to be closing up.

"It's a lot like herding cats, I imagine." That was always Syd's favorite response to the question. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last it was directed at him, so he was well-prepared in an answer. "Lots of moving parts, lots of things that could go wrong. But if everyone does their job the way they're supposed to, things tend to wind up they way they're intended to." He rather thought Miss Bartleby would benefit from his answer too. Lots of his colleagues gave the broader spiel on how rewarding it was, and it was, but it was disheartening and hard as hell too. He refused to sugar coat it.

His intern passed him a glance seeking approval on the process and Syd gave her an approving nod. She had done alright, given the situation. She was a bright kid, she'd be alright. "Everything seems to be in order, Miss Fairchild, you were indeed lucky. It'll likely be sore for a few days and we'll get you set up with something to help with that." Thank Merlin it hadn't actually been a griffin attack. That would have required far more intervention.

"Miss Bartleby will help you get changed into something more comfortable and I will see what I can do about locating your family." Syd would have to step our regardless, he may as well make himself useful. "I'll send them in when I find them." He assured her. "In the mean time you're in good hands."

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