Dionisia, thought not trained in a specific department as a full healer, had managed to learn how to treat emergencies from all of the hospital's departments. She couldn't brew the highly-specific potions required to cure a disease the caused one's fingernails to grow rapidly, nor could she write up a long-term plan for treating a dragon burn; she could, however, fix up bites and scratches and treat symptoms.

She'd just gotten back to the hospital after helping a much older gentleman whose legs had been turned to stone after suffering a wand mishap and had been heading to the female staff room with the hopes of grabbing the sandwich her coworker had said she could have. It was then that she recognized a figure stumbling into one of the rooms.

Breaking out into a tired job, Dionisia entered the room quietly. The woman in question, Mrs. Annabelle Bones, seemed to be breathing through her teeth. "Mrs. Bones?" she asked softly, not wanting to startle the woman. "You're injured." That much was clear, at least when she stepped into the (albeit dimmed) light. Her robes had tears in them; had someone gone rabid in the Magical Bugs ward?

"Oh Lord, what happened?" she asked, beginning to search her pockets for medicine, bandages, anything.