Calling Dr. Jones [kit]

] Pain and fire seared across her back and threw Raj from her slumber. She awoke covered in sweat, choking on air. It was that time again, the time of the month she dreaded most. She moved from the bed, feet dragging across the frosty wood floor. Each step felt as though a thousand daggers were slipping in and out of her spine. “Deep breath Rajna, it will be okay,” she whispered the words to herself, stifling a scream as not to wake Maia. A few more steps and she found herself in front of her full length mirror. Turning carefully, she lifted her sweat soaked t-shirt and peered at her back. Razor like feathers had once again began to pierce through random bits of her back. Each wet and oozing feathers was tipped with vicious poison and as they broke through her skin she felt agonizing pain.

It was three in the morning and she dreaded making the necessary journey to London. She knew Kit wouldn’t be up anyway and she dreaded dealing with his nursing staff. Another wave of pain smacked through her and she yelped. With the new surge of pain she began to shift into her Keres form and needle like teeth pierced through her lip. Raj grunted, “So not only am I in pain, but now I’m bleeding. This is just wonderful.” Given that Maia didn’t run into see if she was okay, it was clear to Raj that the siren was out on another of her adventure. It was better this way though, Maia wouldn’t have to watch her suffer.

Inhaling deeply, Raj moved her way into the bathroom and began sifting through her medicine cabinet. Her fingers curled around a small purple vile and she chugged the liquid down. Cool relief began to run through her veins and she slumped on top of the toilet. It was moments like this that she could just kiss Mila for supplying her with these pain relieving potions. The pain would come back in a few hours, but it gave her enough time to dress herself and apparate to the clinic.

She moved back into the room and quickly jotted down a letter to owl out to Kit, so that he would hopefully be there to greet her when she arrived. Fastening the note to her small barn owl Lyal, she lifted the window and released the bird on his way. With the pain gone, she was able to dress fairly quickly and within the next hour was ready to leave. Leaving a note on Maia’s bed, she fastened her jacket and apparated to the clinic. Realizing that no one had arrived yet, she slumped on the porch steps and closed her eyes. “Get here soon Kit, please.” 

Sleep was entirely too easy to find on the deep velvet green arm chair that Kit Emberton currently found himself lounging across with ease. Most nights he could be found in this exact position in his pseudo bed, his legs sprawled over the armrest, his arm contorted underneath a shaggy mop of hair. The sight of discomfort couldn't be farther from the truth, The Healer thought drowsily to himself as he drifted into a light sleep. In truth, the twenty-seven year old never really slept -- but this night was on track to being particularly disruptive.

A loud crash jolted Kit awake, sending him flying from the chair he had just a moment before been comfortably sleeping in. A few mumbled curse words later and he was to his feet, his wand already poised to take down whoever had stormed into his office. Bright blue eyes blinked a few times, with each blink his vision becoming clearer as the sleep subsided. As it turned out the intruder wasn't a whoever after all. Blinking right back up at him was a small barn owl that had made itself right at home on the clutter of his desk.

"Shit," Kit breathed, running a hand through his hair and angrily detaching the letter before shooing the bird off his important documents and out the second story window it had crashed through. As he caught the tail end of the creature flying out into the night, it dawned on Kit that this was no ordinary letter. Immediately he recognized the handwriting that flowed with ease across the parchment. Rajani Akhlys.

The next few moments were rushed, Kit carelessly dropped the note and began preparing for his regular patient. He had been treating the half-Keres woman for years and he had their procedure down to a science. Just as he had finished getting the tools he would need together in one of the offices, a soft 'ding' from the front desk signified that there was someone or outside. He had charmed the front porch steps for nights such as this when he found himself alone at the office. Merlin knew Echo wasn't getting up, anyway.

Swinging open the door, Kit's gaze immediately fixated on the dark haired figure that was slouched over in front of him. "Raj," He spoke quietly as to not startle her before breaking into a small smile.

"You know it was unlocked, yeah?" The Healer chuckled as he shrugged out of the flannel he was wearing over a faded black t-shirt before draping it over her shoulders. "Get in, are you cold?" The question may as well have been a rhetorical one judging by his decision to cover her up. He knew by know that was likely flashing between hot and cold as her body attempted to shift into it's Keres form.

"How is it?" Kit looked down at Raj carefully as he led her through the door and toward the room he had set up for their procedure. He noticed immediately that there was a thin layer of fresh blood seeping through her shirt as now evident on his left hand. The woman's skin was pale. Also normal for this phase of the shift, but concerning to a Healer nonetheless. "Have you taken anything?" Kit sat her down on a plush examining table that he had designed with specifically comfort in mind. No Mungos faux-metal in his practice, that was for sure.

Rajani spent what felt like hours laying against the door. She wasn't sure if it was reality, but she could have sworn several witches had thrown coins at her, assuming she was just some homeless woman asleep on the streets. Her eyelids slowly parted, eyes attempting to refocus on her surroundings, pupils dilating in searching of the shinies on her lap. Growing up, her sisters had often said Rajani must have had magpie blood within her because of how easily she was drawn to shiny metals and jewels. Before her vision completely returned she felt as the door opened inward, nearly causing her to fall further over. "Wha...." she stared up as Kit spoke to her in what sounded like some foreign language. His face was wrought with concern, eyebrows furrowed as if he was scolding her in some way.

She let him lead her into the room, giving him most of her weight. Inside she was filled with a dizziness as she realized with each step the blood upon her back seeped further into her clothes. She hissed as he placed her down into the plush chair as the sweet sting of pain rocked her body. Lips parting, she attempting to speak only to realize that her throat was hoarse with dryness. "Water....please," reaching out with her claws she await for the doctor to aid her. Why was it that every year this pain seemed to worsen. If she had been human, scar tissue would have long ago built over her back and spotted the excessive growth from continuing. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't and her keres healing brought her more pain than it did relief.

Kit's green eyes were intense, his brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the blood soaked fabric draping from the raven haired woman's back uncomfortably. He had treated Raj in this phase of her shifting countless times before, but that didn't make it any easier to see her in such a state. It was never easy to see anyone in such a state, to be fair, but that's why he was so passionate about his work. He had the chance to fix it, to make people better, and there were few things as fulfilling.

Kit quickly snapped back into Healer mode, his hands moved with practiced precision through the cabinets as he grabbed a handful of vials of various color and consistency. Lastly, with a flick of his wrist, one of the empty glasses near him filled with water and he presented it to Raj. Although his mind was already furiously working through the next steps, he kept his focus on his patient.

"And this," He popped open a small vial with clear liquid concentrate that would help hydrate her and ease her pain. "All at once," He prompted, holding the potion to her lips and tilting it back to be certain that she wouldn't spit it out after one taste. "Sorry for the flavor. Apocethary's working on it," Kit mused, although certain that the taste of the potion was the last thing on her mind. With a focused incantation muttered under his breath, the Healer watched as some of the excess blood dissipated from the back of her shirt.

Kit motioned silently for Raj to lay on her stomach on the plush examination table. They had gone through the process enough times for the woman to know the drill. "Right then," He helped her move, his hands working fast to move the dark hair that cascaded down her back out of his way. "Comfortable, then?" The Healer asked. "Waters just here," He tapped the lid of the glass to remind her.

Roughly, his practiced hands tore the back of her bloodied shirt from the neck all the way down her spine so that he could fully assess the stage of her transition that they would be working with. "Sorry.. about the shirt," He suddenly realized, his fingers running along the poison laden feathers, mesmerized. As much as they hurt they woman, they were certainly beautiful.

Kit sat himself down on the rolling stool beside the table as he popping open another potion, this one thick and purple. "You know it'll be cold," He reminded before applying a gracious amount to a cloth and gently touching it to the wounded areas. Instantly, more blood started to disappear and things were already looking better.