The afternoon had been a quiet one. Malou had been working on brewing a few extra potions to have on hand and checking on supplies when the commotion started. The hospital, like a well oiled carriage, was well tuned to disasters and as such their staff was alerted efficiently. Malou knew her role in this. All available healers to attend to injuries, to help direct, and focus on the worst of the worst first.
With quick steps she was moving toward the entry way, but at the murmur of aurors she was moving even faster. Faustus. Fallon. Her thoughts leaped immediately to them, praying neither of them would be among the injured - or worse....
But her prayers went unanswered because the second she stepped into the entry hall she could see Faustus's wavy hair against the stretcher. She had to keep herself from gasping, from moving forward any faster, from calling out. Instead she moved forward, angling herself toward Faustus before another healer could intercede instead of her.
There were some truths that Malou had to face in her line of work. Some nightmares she tried not to contemplate. Yet here it was, unfolding before her. Fear was clutching at her stomach as she inspected him, coming closer and closer. His face was bloody, his arm looked like it had burns, there were signs of several other spells on him, gashes and blood everywhere. But the most worrisome was the fact that his eyes were closed. She neared him, as his eyes opened. Not... she couldn't let herself finish the thought.
"Faustus!" Her whispered word strangled out of her as she reached his stretcher, meeting his blue eyes, horror rounding her own. What had happened? A moment later she had turned and was directing him to her ward, to a room, as other healers did the same for others brought in. But Malou couldn't take her attention from Faustus. Strong, kind Faustus, who had held her up, supported her through so much.
She followed the stretcher, her legs moving quickly to keep pace until finally they were in a room, with nurses scuttling about them. "What happened?" Malou's normally professional tone dissolved into something closer to whispered horror.
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With quick steps she was moving toward the entry way, but at the murmur of aurors she was moving even faster. Faustus. Fallon. Her thoughts leaped immediately to them, praying neither of them would be among the injured - or worse....
But her prayers went unanswered because the second she stepped into the entry hall she could see Faustus's wavy hair against the stretcher. She had to keep herself from gasping, from moving forward any faster, from calling out. Instead she moved forward, angling herself toward Faustus before another healer could intercede instead of her.
There were some truths that Malou had to face in her line of work. Some nightmares she tried not to contemplate. Yet here it was, unfolding before her. Fear was clutching at her stomach as she inspected him, coming closer and closer. His face was bloody, his arm looked like it had burns, there were signs of several other spells on him, gashes and blood everywhere. But the most worrisome was the fact that his eyes were closed. She neared him, as his eyes opened. Not... she couldn't let herself finish the thought.
"Faustus!" Her whispered word strangled out of her as she reached his stretcher, meeting his blue eyes, horror rounding her own. What had happened? A moment later she had turned and was directing him to her ward, to a room, as other healers did the same for others brought in. But Malou couldn't take her attention from Faustus. Strong, kind Faustus, who had held her up, supported her through so much.
She followed the stretcher, her legs moving quickly to keep pace until finally they were in a room, with nurses scuttling about them. "What happened?" Malou's normally professional tone dissolved into something closer to whispered horror.