March 2nd, 1888 — Potion & Plant Poisoning

A walk in the garden had ended with such an avoidable event. Everything had been fine, perfect, even. Then Ambrosia had stumbled into her uncle's Venomous Tentacula - the thing was damn near overgrown. It snared her wand-hand in one of its branches and her ankle with the other, before it yanked her close and its mouth sank into her elbow. Her companion was understandably quite frightened and shocked, fumbling for the pocket she kept her wand in before casting the Severing Charm upon the offending branches.

Now Ambrosia was sitting in St. Mungo's with her companion, pale and feverish. She remembered what the bite of the Tentacula could do - Herbology had been one of her NEWTs, after all. But she couldn't stop herself from gingerly poking at the bite wound with her other hand and hissing.

No one could call Ambrosia Shinnick a fainting flower. Certainly she was a bit shaky from the experience, her slow, steady breathing touched with a faint tremble, but she hadn't passed out.

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Bella was definitely not yet certified to handle as something as deadly as a venemous tentacula bite, but the healers had insisted that she be there to witness the proper treatment and handling of such a life-threatening bite. There were few magical plants whose effects could be so deadly, leading the young intern to wonder if the well-dressed young lady had even really been bitten by one. While the healers worked to clean the bitten area and mix the paste involved, Bella stood on the other side of the hospital bed with a checklist (along with patient information) in hand.

"Uneasiness?" she breathed, taking a quick glance up at Miss Shinnick. "Check. Definitely check." The healers didn't even seem to look over the checklist (which, seeing how detailed it was, was appalling to her), but she assumed they'd just dealt with this sort of injury enough to know it by heart. "Do tell me Miss Shinnick, did you come here immediately, or did you attempt a treatment before you came here?" That would definitely affect the severity of her symptoms—and the likelihood of her survival.

  

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"I came immediately," Ambrosia said gently, her free hand shifting to the side and shaking as if tapping a table. "I've been telling my uncle for years that venomous tentacula is far too dangerous to be kept unfenced in the garden. Perhaps now he'll get rid of it." Honestly, she didn't even know why Uncle Deiphobus had even planted the blasted thing. It made absolutely no sense, given that it was planted between two perfectly harmless hydrangeas. Perhaps it was some convoluted home defense mechanism to trap would-be thieves, but it had instead ensnared his niece.

Slowly, the mild shuddering turned to a slight shiver, even as the healers worked on the injury, and Ambrosia grew even paler, skin growing hot to the touch. "D-did someone cast a cooling spell?" she asked, half curling into herself to try and hide from the chill. "It's a bit much..."

  

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Bella watched the woman's reaction critically while she attempted to find the page in her notebook that referenced the symptoms of Venomous Tentacula poisoning. She didn't seem to be exhibiting the symptoms that were listed; her paper said that a bite was enough to be deadly, and she didn't think that anyone — let alone a delicate woman — would be able to stay conscious long enough, let alone be able to speak coherently about the incident!

"Are you sure it bit you? Perhaps it just - er - strangled you a bit." It wouldn't surprise her — Bella herself had tendencies to be melodramatic, though it usually happened in situations other than injuries. "Or perhaps something else bit you that you couldn't see?" she questioned, all the while searching for a blanket that would offer the woman a source of comfort and minimal warmth.

  

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"Of course I'm quite certain that my uncle's tentacula is the culprit," Ambrosia snapped, "he keeps the damn thing between two hydrangea plants, what else could it have been?" Honestly, she'd always been of a sort to remain relatively coherent in odd situations. After her mother's death, and then her father's...then losing Harper so suddenly, so violently, Ambrosia was sort of numb to shock.

With a hiss of pain, she tried to yank her arm loose from the healer's grasp suddenly, on instinct, before relaxing again. "Sorry," she breathed, turning her gaze downward. And then she swayed, resting her head against the nearest surface.

Bella Scrimgeour

  

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Bella's eyes widened at the sudden vulgarity in the young woman's tone. She was dressed nicely and certainly sounded like she came from a good family with her posh accent; why ever did she feel the need to curse? Of course, the obvious answer was the tentacula bite (or the suspected tentacula bite, as Bella considered it), but she wasn't considering that while she was being snapped at. Like she'd been trained to, Bella remained silent and nodded in understanding. Arguing with patients was a no-no, even if they did know less about plants and healing than she did.

"I only ask because venomous tentacula bites are very potent, and the fact that you're still speaking is miraculous." While that may have come off as a bit daunting — even a bit frightening to a skittish patient — Bella only meant to provide a truthful explanation. "Did you apparate here? Take the floo?" she asked in casual conversation as the more experienced healers began tending to the wound.

  

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"I'm aware," Ambrosia said softly, her free hand lifting to her hairline, thumb gingerly massaging her temple. "I did complete NEWT Herbology." A bit of a weak smile lifted the corners of her mouth, as she winced from whatever the experienced healers were doing. "My chaperone apparated us here — I knew better than to try. It wouldn't do to splinch myself, make things that much worse," she laughed. Speaking of the other woman, she took this moment to step out, murmuring something weakly about needing fresh air.

Ambrosia thought for a moment, while she tried to relax. It is, after all, quite difficult to relax when people are poking and prodding at one arm, while wearing a corset. "I've had more than my share of traumatic experiences," she finally said, free hand tucking a loosened lock of black hair over her ear, her tone turning a touch somber. "I suppose it's a matter of focus, really." After all, having your fiance torn apart right in front of you by a wild animal is bound to create some sort of issues.

Bella Scrimgeour

  

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The woman's tone seemed almost preachy — condescending even — and Bella was left silent as she scribbled onto the clipboard. She still wasn't 100% convinced that a venomous tentacula bite was to blame, but a few glances from the full healers let her know that there was no point in arguing, as they were going to heal it nevertheless.

As the healers fully bandaged the woman up and backed away, Bella was left to go over a quick treatment checklist.

"To assure that you suffer no long-enduring trauma from the bite, we'd like to keep you here for a few hours — just to make sure you don't have an adverse response to treatment," she explained.

  

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Ambrosia nodded. Nectar wouldn't be too pleased with that, she knew, but it would at least give her time to rest and recuperate from the injury. She was feeling a little bit light-headed, perhaps from the bite itself, or the treatment - she couldn't exactly tell. It was a matter of mind over matter, really, that she was still conscious, and her resolve was starting to slip.

"Thank you," she said softly, smiling now. "I'm sorry if I've bothered you at all. I think I'll lie down now." And that was what she did, as soon as the healers stepped back, she laid back, breathing slow and steady as she closed her eyes to relax. She almost seemed to be falling asleep.

  

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