Hospital Wing

[JadieLou]

More to come .....

[xander]

Xander burst into the hospital wing with the unconscious and bloodied body of Krysta in his arms. Gasping for breath, he called out for someone, anyone to come and help them. The urgency clear in his voice. He staggered over to the nearest bed and placed her down gently.

Panting, he put his hand to his heart, trying his best to regain his composure after running here from the courtyard with the girl. He pulled his hand away from his blood stained shirt and wiped in on his pants hoping that the staff here would hurry and attend to the girl. He collapsed in the seat by the bed, feeling rather dazed by the ordeal. He looked back towards the entrance to the hospital wing - Caellach couldn't be that far behind them. She would be able to explain what had happened a lot better than him.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach stumbled into the Hospital Wing, her energy all but gone. She groaned when she saw that there was no one there to help already. She didn't even know the kid, but she was pretty sure Xander would have called out. She hoped so, she couldn't bring up enough energy to yell. She hoped that little bit of strength Krysta had drawn upon was enough. And her pitiful attempt at healing. She was actually ashamed with herself. She sighed again, collapsing into the chair on the other side of Krysta's bed. She shifted it as well she could, so she was resting her head on the bed, looking up at Krysta's unconscious frame. She shook her head slightly. What had done this to her? The blades that she still had clutched in her hands clattered to the floor, blood splattering from them onto her already bleeding legs, from when she slid actross the stone courtyard. She looked up at Xander and gave him a small thankful smile.
"Thanks. I wouldn't have been able to attempt to heal her and get her up here as well. It would have killed me. Thank you so much," she said, her voice small and tight, her pale cheeks streaked with tears.

[xander]

He watched Caellach, without a word to her, make her way into the hospital wing and collapse in the seat at the other side of the bed. He was almost too exhausted to speak. He pushed his sweaty tangle of orange hair out of his eyes and looked across the bed at her. He shook his head, dismissing the thank you. Anyone in his position would have done the same. “What had you girls been doing?” he asked quietly, looking down at his hands. His tone was almost apologetic for asking such a question.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach's eyes shot back up to his face as he spoke. "Girls? Oh. No. I just found her like that. Believe me, it that had been, she'd have needed more than that dagger, and she'd still be in worse shape. No. That wasn't me. I have no idea what happened." Ceallach looked away, back to Krysta's face, paler than usual. Tears started streaming from her eyes again, and she groaned. Where was the f**king nurse?!

[Krysta Hedwig]

Krysta felt herself being lowered onto a bed. It was hard and uncomfortable. It must have been the hospital wing. Ceallach was back beside her, she could feel it. She tried to force herself awake again, her eyes fluttering beneath her closed lids. The wound Ceallach had healed was no longer bleeding and slowly her body was beginning to regain energy.
"Morlock." she murmured again, hoping they could tell what she was saying. She couldn't hear herself. Her body shuddered as it passed through the state of shock it had been in.
She could still feel the presence of the boy and wondered who he was, how much he knew.

The beast's venom continued to circulate her body and she shuddered again. Flames filled her mind, burning trees and mud huts, his red eyes lashing in her mind. She screamed as the venom reached her heart. Her body began to tremble, her head felt like it was exploding as everything in the room around her began to tremble and vibrate. A glass on the bedside table shattered in shards, the cots began to shake, the curtains rattled on their rings.
Almost as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped again and the room fell still and silent.
Krysta fell into dakness.

[xander]

He raised his hands defensively. “I wasn't accusing you of anything.” he told her. “I just assumed that as you two were together when I saw you...” he trailed off, looking down at his hands again as she began to cry.

After a couple of minutes he stood up and started pacing. He couldn't sit still and just wait. This was ridiculous. “Where the f**k is the nurse?” he muttered under his breath, looking towards her office. He looked back at Caellach. “I'm sorry. Excuse my language.” he told her. Xander had been brought up not to swear, particularly in the presence of a young lady. He ran a hand through his hair and looked back at Krysta. “We have to do something.” he said suddenly. Just what exactly, he did not know.

He spotted the potions cupboard and made his way over to it with determination. He started searching through the bottles, looking at the labels. Eventually he found what he was looking for. The familiar purple potion for cleaning wounds. It wouldn't heal her but at least it would remove the dirt, stop the bleeding and reduce the chance of infection. The worst wound had already stopped bleeding thanks to Caellach. He grabbed a sterile cloth and made his way back to Krysta.

“Now honey, this may sting a little.” he told her gently, brushing some hair out of her colourless face. He started to remove one of the makeshift bandages Caellach had applied so expertly, slowly and gently. It was already soaked in Krysta's blood. He poured some of the purple potion onto the cloth and applied it to the wound. It smoked and hissed as it came into contact with Krysta's skin. “Merlin.” he muttered. He hadn't been expecting that. Still, it seemed to be doing the job of stopping the bleeding.

His eyes flickered towards Krysta as she attempted to speak. This was a good sign. She was regaining consciousness. He stopped what he was doing. “What did she say?” he asked Caellach with a frown. And then she was out again. “Oh god.” he muttered as she screamed, the glass shattering. She fell silent again, Xander gulped. He continued where he left off, attending to the wound. If there were toxins in her blood, this should help her body rid itself of them.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

"It's ok. It's not your fault I'm snappy. Sorry,"Ceallach said, shaking her head. "It would have looked that way I suppose." She groaned, annoyed as more tears leaked from her eyes. "Stupid f**king tears," she said, angrily brushing them away.

Ceallach looked up as Xander started pacing. She would have been doing the same thing if she wasn't so exhausted. "I was thinking the same thing. This place is so useless." She waved off his apology. "Eh. Doesn't matter. My language is worse than yours I can guarantee that." She sighed again, looking down at Krysta, some of her own strength replenishing. "I know!" she groaned. "I just don't know what!"

Ceallach watched Xander with apprehension as he poured some funny looking purple stuff on Krysta's wounds. She jumped slightly as it sizzled. "Is that supposed to happen?"

Ceallach's mind was suddenly blank as she jumped again, as the room trembled, a glass shattering and showering her with glass. She groaned, looking down at her arm. She instinctively raised her bloodied hand to her mouth and licked her wounds. She cleared her throat, quickly dropping her hand, resentfully resigning to run he rhand over her arm, the skin knitting and diminishing all traces.
"She said Mor- f**k. That's not good. Okay. She had some sort of venom in her. We need something for venom," she said, trying to remeber something she'd read about Morlock.

[xander]

He shook his head. “Don't apologise.” he said bluntly. The girl was in shock she could be forgiven for being a little on edge. “It's alright to cry you know.” he told her in a more gentle tone.

Xander continued to attend Krysta's wounds, wincing as smoke rose from them. That had to hurt... but it was for the girl's own good. “I think so.” he replied. “It seems to be working.” he said examining a rather deep cut in the girl's leg.

He looked over at Caellach who had been hit by the flying glass, watching her lick and then heal herself. “That's a handy skill to have.” he commented. He frowned. “What the hell is Morlock?” Should he know this? Merlin, antidotes were a real pain to brew when you knew what you were dealing with let alone when you were clueless. “Bezoar?” he asked looking over at Ceallach again. The stone was said to be an antidote for anything, but what you actually did with it was beyond Xander. Where WAS the f**king nurse?

[Krysta Hedwig]

Krysta was pretty much in a coma. The strange thing was, that although she had no control over her body she could feel and hear everything. She felt the cuts healing as the boy treated them. The potion hurt like hell, but he body didn't respond to ther pain.
She could hear them talking to each other, could sense how exhausted Ceallach was. That was her fault, she'd done that to her.
They were talking about the poison. She desperately wanted to tell them what to do. Where was the f**king nurse, she would know! This was no normal venom, it was no potion she needed and all a bezoar would do is give her indigestion. The Morlock was no earthly creature. They had to destroy the demon blood inside her and there was only one way to do that...and they weren't going to like it.

She still had her mind, abd Ceallach was still a mind-reader. She gathered what little strength she had and sent an image to Ceallach's mind: An image of the blades of Natherra, hoping she would get the message.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach sighed, still brushing away the tears. "Ever since I came to this bloody school, I've been nothing but emotional. It's annoying me!" she groaned. She sighed again, turning back to Krysta.

Ceallach shrugged. "The licking gets embarassing sometimes. The healing's good though," she answered. It was embarassing. The first thing she thinks about is to lick her wounds. Even in her human form! "I can't remember what a Morlock is! Ugh! It's a beast of some kind, I'm sure. One that has vemon. But that's all I can remember. She looked at him, shrugging her shoulders as he mentioned a Bezoar. She had no idea what to do with a Bezoar. Absolutely no idea! This place was f**king useless. What sort of nurse leaves the infirmary unattended.

Her body went rigid as Krysta's mind reached out to her. Good thing that! Ceallach never would have thought of doing that! The Blades? Her eyes widened with shock, as she summoned the dagger into her hand. I have to stab you?! she enquired shocked. What in the world had happened to make it so bad Ceallach had to stab her friend.

[Krysta Hedwig]

Krys could feel herself slipping. Every second she remained in this state the deeper she fell. Ceallach's presence felt further and further away and the boy was a distant blur. The demon's blood was freezing her out of her own body. If someone didn't destroy it now it would be too late.
"Just F*king do it!" she screamed at Ceallach's mind. "NOW!"

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach cringed as Krysta yelled at her. She whimpered quietly, holding the Blades in her hands. She looked down at the dagger, then down at Krysta's body. Again, she whimpered. Standing up, she took a deep breath. Was she really just about to do this?! About to stab her friend. Ceallach whinced again, closed her eyes, and drove the dagger into Krysta's body, making the tears flow from her eyes again. I hope this f**king works!

[xander]

Xander had never moved so fast in his life. He drew his wand out of his back pocket and trained it on Ceallach, his hand shaking at the scene that had just unfolded in front of him. The girl had lost it completely! “Expelliarmus!” He bellowed. “Incarcerous.” Oh my f**king god! There was blood everywhere. All the work they had done to save this girl had been futile.

His eyes flickered from Ceallach to the bleeding girl and back again, his wand still trained on her. Oh god. Why was there no staff here!? He couldn't deal with an out of control psycho student and help Krysta at the same time! His magical abilities were limited as it was.

[Ceallach o Raghallaigh]

Ceallach groaned, the ropes binding her disintergrating. "Xander! Stop. You need to listen to me," she said, rather authoritive. "I'm a mind reader. The only way she can converse with anyone at the moment is via her mind. I haven't lost the plot! Do you think I wanted to stab my friend!" she growled. "Lower your wand. It's not going to do you any good." She sighed again, looking down at Krysta. She hoped to Merlin that Krysta hadn't been trying to kill herself.