echo in the halls [tag: dante]

Thus far, Zacharie's move to Britain had been going about as smoothly as he could hope. With a relatively small window to handle the wizard's move across the North Sea, he had been expecting much more trouble than he had encountered up until this point. Granted, many of his belongings were still packed up in boxes and there wasn't any morsel of food that could be even remotely considered nourishing or healthy in his cupboards, but as far as adapting went, he felt as though he was doing well. The dramatic change of scenery from fifteen years on a dragon reserve to working full time at St. Mungo's was the most exhausting part, but this was the reason he had moved. A lot of consideration had gone into making that change, and he had prepared for that as best as he could.

Making such a dramatic change in his life had somehow opened Zacharie up to saying things that made him sound much older than he actually felt. Explaining to his family that he wanted something less physically taxing sounded absurd coming from the Frenchman. At thirty-five, he was in great shape, but part of him knew that wouldn't last forever, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to make the transition. Granted, he probably could have lasted a decade or two more on the reserve, and he had many other personal reasons for the move, but this explanation seemed to suffice for the inquiring minds of family members and friends.

The clock struck two, at which point Zacharie realized he had been holed up in an office for three straight hours now. The paperwork was hands down his least favorite part of his new position. His former job had been much more relaxed on their medical records; the trainers kept strict logs regarding their dragons, but as an on-site Healer, his job had mostly been to patch people up and send them on their way. No one ever questioned him or wanted any documentation for a burn or any of the other occasional wounds that came with the territory. His hand was beginning to cramp, which was a clear signal it was time for a break.

The Healer-in-Charge extracted himself from his chair, pacing his office - something else that was new to him. His knees thanked him; he did not intend to leave his office, as he still had a deal of work to get done, but the silence was pierced with a high pitched scream. Without hesitation, Zacharie dashed through the door and into the hallway, searching for the source.

@Dante Boscono. I don't have anything in particular planned for what exactly happened. Go crazy! <33

Today was a pretty busy day indeed for St. Mungo’s. For one the influx of patients was at an all-time high causing Dante and other healers to swing back and forth between patients. Was this Magical Creature awareness month or something? So many bites and gashes to the point it almost became customary for the day to be a chanting of the same three spells over and over again. The other reason today was a big day was because the new head healer was here. They had been informed someone would be replacing the last Head and they were going to be someone from outside of Britain so it would take a little while before they actually got settled. They were without a head for about a week before the new one arrived, but they were able to manage. Most big decisions were made by another head of another department till now.

Dante honestly was excited to meet the new addition to their wing. Especially since the new head was also an alumni from Beauxbatons. Dante hadn’t met many people who hailed from his academy so he was excited to possibly be meeting a familiar face from school. Though they were informed he was a bit older than some of them. If the info he was told was correct there honestly wouldn’t be a high chance the two even knew each other as the gap was pretty big. They might have met in the halls and saw each other, but that’s probably about the extent of their interactions. Yet he would still be someone who he could talk to about their past school so it was something.

His thoughts were interrupted quickly as a new person entered the win screaming almost bloody murder. The person was obviously in great pain so Dante quickly rushed to the individual. He carried the woman to an open nearby bed and began to inspect her. She has an obvious bite mark on her right forearm they let out a blue glow to it. “What is that?” Dante asked the healers around him. He then chanted a few of the basics spells that would clear the blood and attempt to close the wound shut, but when doing so the blue color glowed brighter and the wound opened more. This wasn’t going to be solved very easily. Dante knew this was going to be a job for the head as it wasn’t something Dante had seen before. Looking around he spotted the head running his way to them. Dante waved him down to come closer. When he got there Dante explained the situation of the woman and waited to hear what he thought.

The woman screaming was not hard to track down, as her wails only seemed to intensify as Zacharie got closer. Before he even reached the bed that she had been laid across, his eyes were scanning to try to make a premature deduction as to what was happening. The healer racked his brain, trying to recall such a unique symptom. He had spent a lot of time lately brushing up on some of the more obscure magical creatures of their world; after so many years dealing mainly with dragons, there were many he had lost familiarity with, which would be vitally important in his new position.

The Frenchman slowed his pace as he neared the woman, trying to let his sense of urgency become less apparent. It was very simple that the more flustered a medical staff seemed to be, the patient would reflect this ten fold. It was strange how the other Healers made a path for him; Zacharie was much more accustomed to being an equal rather than a superior. It was apparent that Dante had taken the lead as far as trying to analyze the situation. Through the woman's piercing screams, he listened to the man give him a quick rundown of what had been attempted thus far; Zach had not had the opportunity to sit down and get to know the man in depth just yet. What he did know was that he was not fresh out of school, and had experience, so he would take his observations without question.

Reaching down to touch the woman's arm near the wound, he realized it was cold to the touch, which was concerning. "Feel that," he directed his coworker, nodding toward his own touch. Zacharie figured this must have been a symptom of whatever bite this woman had endured. The only other option would have been blood loss, but had that been the case, the patient would more than likely not be conscious to continue to drown out all other noises in the hallway.

Fishing his wand from his green robes, Zacharie quickly maneuvered it over the woman's body, allowing her to immediately fall into rest. Ideally, he would have liked to have kept her awake and question her to see if she could tell them anything of use. At the present time, it appeared that she was in too much pain to do so, so he decided bewitching her into a short slumber would be more beneficial to everyone involved.

"Much better." The words came with a smile as Zacharie, along with the other Healer, guided the woman into a room. Now that she was not thrashing about, he could get a better look at the wound. With a flick of his wand, the mens' hands were gloved and Zacharie traced along the outside of the woman's arm. The closer he looked, the wound did not appear to be a bite of any sort, but it appeared to be working its way inside out. The healer's gaze cast upward, checking if Dante had made any observations himself.

"Any ideas?"

When the new Head Healer joined the group and listened to Dante’s quick analysis Dante waited to see how he would approach the patient. Dante may have not been fresh out of the school, but with all the dramatics that have happened in his life he knew his work would suffer every now and then. This was one instant where his mind was honestly somewhere else. He was thinking of his encounter with his ex a few days back. He hadn’t seen her in so long and here she was in the same building as him. Not that it wasn’t expected as it was a common place for people to meet be it on accident or on purpose. Dante shook his thoughts of Ruari out of his mind and brought himself back to work.

Listening to Zac’s instructions Dante placed his hands near the wound, though not on it as pressure could probably make the wound worse, and he felt a chill rise up in his arms. What was this alignment this woman was suffering? Was this a dragon bite or something worse? Dante wasn’t the most versed on Dragon bites as Dragon were illegal in Britain so his experience was a bit lacking on them. Then the Head healer ran his wound across the woman causing her to fall asleep. The hall became less noisy as her screams were no longer echoing across the ward, though the murmurs and whispers of onlookers and co-workers trying to discern the injury kept the hall a buzz.

Eventually they got the woman into her own chamber to be watched and to be worked on in private. Dante followed Zach to help out as much as he could as multiple heads were better than a lone one. When they began to work on her Zach was tracing along the wound examining for a possible cause and effect of the injury. Then he asked Dante for his opinion on the matter. Slightly surprised Dante took a short moment to think. “From a first glance I would say it’s a bit and the glow is an effect to the poison of the creature,” Dante took a slight breath, “Though looking at it closely it could be a spell gone wrong or possibly some illegal creature breeding.” Dante looked at the color some more. “I’m not the most experienced when it came to dragons and their poison, but it looks like it could be the poison of a Tarasque.” He had known those type of dragons didn’t have to bite or burn you in order to hurt you as their tails had a poison to them so if the woman just ended up on the wrong end of one she could have been slashed from the dragon and it would explain the terrible screams and blue glow.