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Post by JONI SIMONE BOOT on Mar 25, 2014 0:09:45 GMT -5
 Merlin, did she ever love working at St. Mungos… the hustle and bustle in the main reception area, the strange stories people told her when she asked how they had acquired their injuries, and the friendly banter between herself and the other employees never failed to brighten her day. The blonde reflected on these thoughts as she left her latest patients room; an older gentleman that insisted on calling her Madam. Joni was used to dealing with eccentric people, (she worked in a hospital… everyone that worked there had learned to get used to it), but the patients themselves just never ceased to amaze her. She never knew what would be waiting behind the waiting room’s door until she opened it; would whoever was behind it have something shoved up one of their orifices? Would they have some strange rash that they couldn’t explain? Or would they just be there to be treated for something common, like the flu? The possibilities were endless! The quick-changing pace was what kept her nimble and on her toes.
Joni barely had time to process the last patient’s diagnosis before one of the nurses shoved a clipboard at her, rapidly firing off a description of her next case. She was familiar with the name, (even a bit too familiar, if you asked her), but none-the-less she nodded and headed off to the examination room, not entirely sure what to expect.
Kostas Warrington was a regular there, mainly due to the injuries he acquired while on the pitch. Joni could only really describe him as fascinating... whenever he came in, all the nurses would spend hours gushing about how handsome he was, or how lucky they were to have met him in person. She, on the other hand, thought of him as just another slightly attractive, yet irritating patient. But that wasn’t about to prevent her from doing her job! She paused outside the examination room, taking a deep breath before turning the door knob and entering the room, a smile plastered across her face. ”Good evening!” She chirped, glancing down at her clipboard for a moment before looking back at him. “What seems to be the problem this time, Mr. Warrington?"
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Post by KOSTAS MARCIUS WARRINGTON on Mar 25, 2014 0:42:35 GMT -5
 Honestly, the seeker was fuming. They were training the understudies for the game. Kostas was meant to be teaching the understudy seeker a side swipe when a bludger narrowly missed his shoulder. Safe to say, he was pissed. But the coach guaranteed that he would handle the ridiculous aim that these people lacked. Kos was vaguely hung over from the night before, so his head was already throbbing and when he kicked off once again, to swipe by one of their chasers, one of the trainees flew into him. Honestly, the day was becoming a clusterfuck between the lack of talent that was on the pitch. Kostas cussed out the chaser after pulling himself back on his broom, and decided to gain altitude. In hopes that the distance would retain some of his own skill and it wouldn't get sucked into the black hole that held the rest of the player's. His eyes carefully guided through the pitch when the gold ball caught his sight. A smile spread on his face, but before he could kick off, a bludger crunched into his shoulder at high speed. His broom, with him on it- one handed, went spinning. Kostas held on, because well, that was his job. And the man was an excellent flyer. He touched down to the ground once he finally righted himself, cast a few choice words towards the beater that came to apologize before marching off the pitch to see his healer.
By the time he reached mungos, after thoughtlessly apparating to Mungo's without assistance, nearly splinching his arm in the process. He marched in and demanded his usual healer. For reasons that he was absolutely interested in her, and because she was one of the few people he trusted. He knew of other healers that left side effects to their charms, and potions. But Kostas needed to be able to play immediately post meeting. And he knew that she was the girl for it. He sat in the room, flexing a few of the muscles in his hands trying to get the gist of the amount of destruction that had incurred on his arm. Kostas' anger slowly faded as he sat there, and looked at the walls as he waited. luckily, he wasn't kept waiting for long. Kostas asked specifically that she be prompt to one of the nurses and, while the little blonde giggled and ran off, he figured the message was received. The door opened and he smiled. "Good Evening, Joni." He replied, eyes igniting at the sight of her. He looked her over slowly before shrugging... well, half shrugging. "Bludger to my shoulder. Think something's broken. Besides that, a hangover. Though not really why I'm here." He wiggled the fingers on his right arm, the one that was hit before realizing that hurt too much. And while he often inflicted pain on himself, he'd rather not at that moment. "How are you doing? You look... very well." Kostas flirted easily.
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Post by JONI SIMONE BOOT on Mar 25, 2014 17:40:06 GMT -5
Although Joni had very few regulars, Kostas Warrington was among the select few that always asked for her whenever he needed any sort of medical attention… which seemed to be a very frequent occurrence. But she couldn’t really blame him; the life of a quidditch player was full of injuries, at least it was from what she could tell. Whenever he came in, his injuries were almost always different and she often marveled at the different ways in which he came about getting the injury. Being able to track an individual’s different injuries, and the way each injury was acquired was absolutely fascinating, and the blonde never missed a chance to add a new event to her chronology. Of course, the fact that she found him attractive was just a bonus… not that she would ever admit it out loud. Dating one of her patients was out of the question! It would be frowned upon by her superiors and just plain wrong! She had to constantly remind herself not to flirt with him whenever he came in… he was just another patients. Another very attractive and very single patient.
Shaking her head slightly, the blonde took a deep breath, rolling her shoulders back before entering the examination room. ”Evening, Mr. Warrington.” She replied, offering a small smile as she listened to his current predicament. Nodding, she set her clipboard down and walked towards him, a slightly frown creasing her forehead. ”Sounds like a break.” She nodded, stopping beside him. “I’m going to examine it, so tell me if it hurts where I press, alright?” She asked, pausing to roll up her sleeves before setting to work. Her hands moved quickly as she began poking and prodding at his arm, trying to keep her touch as light and gentle as possible.
His words caught her off guard, her prodding momentarily becoming stronger. ”Sorry…” She winced, softening her movements before continuing to speak. ”I’m doing quite well, thank you for asking. Aside from your arm, how have you been?” She asked, pausing to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before continuing on with her examination.
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Post by KOSTAS MARCIUS WARRINGTON on Mar 25, 2014 23:00:51 GMT -5
Her touching hurt, but not enough to say anything yet. He listened to her, his eyes watching her careful and calculated movements. It was incredible to be able to do that, see a problem and fix it. he supposed the flirting was a bad idea, as he let out a grunt at her sudden prod to exactly what hurt. He hated seeming like he was in pain. Suppose Joni was one of the few people that ever saw him in any sort of vulnerable state. Even if someone like Kostas considered this exchange a vulnerable one. "Hurts there," He breathed, the voice that escaped his lips hoarse. He could point out all the spots that hurt. But Kostas was in no rush for her to remove her hands from his shoulder, painful as it was. Her words made him smile.
"Alright. Training reserves is a bit, well, ... taxing." He replied, eyes on hers, waiting for the momentarily sight of pure blue. "Sorry it's been so long since my last visit." He grinned, "I've been trying not to get injured, believe it or not." The quidditch player toyed with his fingers on his lap, eyes still glued to her face. He liked taking it in. There was something new and different he found each time he wandered into her office.
"Hope I didn't interrupt anything too important." he added, finally adjusting his eyes to the room around him. "I feel like one of these times they'll send you in here for your lunch break." Kostas, flinched at another touch. "Ow." He spoke lightly, making an attempt at teasing her for hurting him. He noticed the strand that fell from her ear once again and before really thinking through it, as he rarely did with anything, his free hand reached up and tucked the hair away.
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Post by JONI SIMONE BOOT on Mar 26, 2014 1:02:40 GMT -5
The blonde visibly tensed as her probing fingers made contact with what was obviously a sore spot, ”Potential fracture to the upper portion of the humerous…” She murmured, lightly biting her lip as she continued to explore his arm and shoulder. Out of everything that she had ever had to do at the hospital, examining the patients was probably her least favorite activity. Joni was one of those people that hated when others were sad or upset… two emotions that she connected to anyone that was injured. And in her experience, she had found that her examinations often caused more pain to the patient, which she thought was absolutely horrible. But regardless of her opinion on the matter, the examinations still needed to be completed, which was why she always tried to take her time and keep all physical contact very light and gentle. Of course, there were the occasional exceptions to her plan, (dislocated bones, splinching… things like that), but she wasn’t often called in to deal with such things.
”If they’re anything like the trainees we get here, I would think so.” She replied, her gaze briefly flickering over his face before returning to his shoulder, a small snort escaping her lips as he continued speaking. ”Oh, really? And why would that be?” The blonde had noticed that his visits had gotten less and less frequent in recent weeks… something that was practically unheard of! But one of her coworkers had said something about a big game coming up, which she assumed was the reason behind his latest attempts at staying healthy.
She poked a few different places before turning around and reaching for her clipboard, jotting down a few quick notes before returning to her previous position and continuing her examination. The damage didn’t seem too bad, but there was still enough of it that she’d have to put him on bed rest for a day or two while everything healed… hopefully it wouldn’t interfere with whatever quidditch game he had coming up. Joni looked up as he spoke, an amused look settling across her features. ”Oh no, nothing too important… I’m sure Ms. Jerrings can wait another hour or two before I reset her collarbone.” Her tone was teasing, but her voice faltered as he said that whatever she was poking hurt. Frowning slightly, she returned her gaze to his shoulder before quickly writing her observations down on her clipboard, the same strand of hair she’d tucked behind her ear falling back into her face. Joni barely registered that it was no longer tucked behind her ear until his hand brushed her cheek, tucking the strand back behind her ear. She almost instantly jerked away from him, her eyes widening slightly in surprise as she stood there, staying that way for a few seconds before snapping out of it. The blonde could feel her cheeks heating up, and she quickly looked down at her clipboard, trying as best she could to discreetly hide her blushing face with the wooden board. "It appears you have a minor fracture in the upper portion of your humerous and a clean break near the middle of the bone."
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Post by KOSTAS MARCIUS WARRINGTON on Mar 26, 2014 11:00:02 GMT -5
His gaze caught her tensing and Kos raised an eyebrow, yeah it hurt. But he never realized that her kindness must leave her in some problematic situations. "It's hardly humorous." He replied, easily, trying to tease her to get the girl to lighten up. He liked seeing her smile, even though he knew it wasn't something rare to coax out of her. Somehow it felt special, like a gift to everyone she presented it to. Kostas was obviously in trouble when it came to this girl. But he also found himself not caring. She was too smart for him anyway. Despite his attempts to get her on dates and flirt with her, she doesn't bite. That does something to a man. "Merlin. Trainees for healers. I can only imagine." They had the complete power to actually kill someone. Well, as did those for Quidditch, obviously. Kos was lucky it was his shoulder and not his head.
The snort that left her made him laugh. A wide smile spread on his face. He liked nice people. Pure people, those who were nothing like him. Kostas was completely and utterly an idiot. He knew that, he accepted that and thrived on the fact. His life was his choosing and it was a marvel he was still surviving. He went out nearly nightly and drank until some lovely lady caught his attention, which he promptly brought her back to his place. Then left for morning practice, expecting them to leave. It was a routine. He did well with it. The girls liked how he treated them and he never had to worry about hurting their feelings. Which is why someone as different as Joni was like a jewel to him. Precious and worth a different interest to him. An easy smile found its way on his lips and he glanced down before returning his eyes to her, "Well, as much as I enjoy our time together, an upcoming game trumps getting bones fixed." Then, without missing a beat he continued, "I can get you a ticket, if you want. I don't know how much Quidditch interests you." He looked at the wall behind her and made the mistake of shrugging. A groan escaped his lips and he mentally scolded himself to stay still.
He watched her move over to get her clipboard, his eyes sweeping over her entirely but back to her face when she turned around. "Oh she'd better, I'm a very important person." He said, with only a hint of truth in the matter. Besides, it wasn't his fault, it was the nurse girls. Who, he'd specifically requested they be kept out of his room. Kostas was a big name, not only for his skills, which he had a multitude of, but his record on witch weekly. His name would become overrated because girls would know it, and his stats would be ignored. But he ignored all of that. It got him girls, which was fine. He didn't mind being the center of attention. He absolutely was the center of his own world. He looked at her and for the first time, seriously asked. "How long am I out?" Fully prepared to pummel the shit out of the beater understudy. And take off a day or two of her request that he don't fly.
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