Vladimir Valentin

Health is not valued until sickness comes

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It was quite a journey, trekking across the lawn and then up the many flights of stairs, with his lungs crying at the exertion. Yet his face remained impassive, ignoring any looks from other students who showed any inkling of curiosity about the stoic Ravenclaw and his female companion.

His breathing was becoming harder and harder to hide, but still he kept his face as even as possible. He had promised to get Sophia up to the Hospital Wing, and that was exactly what he endeavored to do. Unfortunately, Vladimir was rather determined when he wished to be.

His parents would say that the correct term was stubborn.

Managing to open the doors to the hospital wing, the boy was working hard to hold back any wheezing, and thus far he had been relatively successful. His voice was even and stoic as he called out for some help from the assistants in the wing; he did have to catch his breath for a moment before he did as such.

"Is there anyone who can assist us?" He said as he fully entered the wing, Sophia still on his back. Vladimir was not about to let go until he knew he could place her on a bed at the very least, and be seen. He also knew that he needed to be seen as well, but he did not want Sophia to worry about him more than was absolutely necessary.

Out Of Character Form:
Patient Name, House & Year: Vladimir Valentin, Ravenclaw Third Year | Sophia Hunter, Ravenclaw Second Year
Gender: Male | Female
Blood Type & Species: Pureblood, human | Halfblood, human
Allergies: None | None
Have you been treated in the wing before? Nein for both

What VH Year & Term/Week does this RP take place: VH34, Term 1, Week 2
Time of Day Afternoon
Damage Location: Vladimir is having some difficulty breathing. Sophia is feeling nauseous and dizzy, and her legs are weak enough that she can't walk on her own.
Damage type: It's from the mysterious fog~ (brought to you by the Ravenclaw RP Prompt challenge)
Summarize: Vladimir was showing Sophia the kneazle litter he is looking after when the fog rolled in. Sophia began to get nauseous and dizzy, and Vladimir noticed his breathing becoming a chore. Then Sophia was having trouble walking/standing up on her own, so he's just finished carrying her up to the hospital wing from the grounds via piggyback.
Other: Nothing for Vladimir or Sophia

 

Please let Sophia post first~


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It had gone from just feeling nauseous to feeling like she was treading through deep sludge the further she walked. Somewhere she vaguely recalled Vladimir talking her into putting her arms around his neck and then carrying her on his back. Most of the time, she just held on with her eyes closed fighting the nausea the motion brought to her. Fortunately, it was less this way than walking.

 

Somewhere during the trek, she thought Vladimir's breathing seemed labored and she had protested for him to put her down and let her walk to no avail. Determined Vladimir was determined.

 

Eventually, they arrived at the hospital wing where he still refused to put her down until someone came to their aid.

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Aurora was busy with her store room, ensuring that she had enough potions to last for the rest of the term before they would need some replenishment from the Potions classes. It was an interesting system they had in place, using the student's successes for the Hospital Wing injuries that she had to tend to. Of course, there were just some potions where that risk could not be taken and Aurora had to either brew it on her own, purchase it in Hogsmeade, or bat her eyes at Sprout.

 

She emerged from the corner of the Wing just in time to see two students come in... one carrying the other. "What's going on?" she asked, approaching them to see if there was anything that needed her attention.

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Vladimir's mismatched eyes quickly locked onto Madam Braelin-VonHaus as she appeared, asking what was the matter. Being out of the fog certainly allowed for his lungs to feel somewhat better, but that was not at the forefront of the boy's thoughts. He nodded at the woman, and indicated Sophia. "Yes, Ma'am," the boy began to say, approaching her as she approached them. "We were out on the grounds... A fog settled in, and Sophia began to appear nauseous and disoriented."

 

A small pause to catch his breath, he added soon after, "Eventually her walking began to falter... I carried her from the grounds."

 

"Is there aught that can be done for her?" Vladimir asked the woman, his hold still tight, not allowing Sophia to slip until he was given permission to set the girl down onto one of the hospital wing beds.

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The nausea came in waves.  The waves crashing with each step Vladimir took as he climbed the stairs to the Hospital Wing floor carrying her.  Sophia was too focused on not letting the nausea take over to continue to protest him carrying her all that way nor was she in any shape to walk, which would only have prodded the nausea sooner.  She did notice that once he was away from the fog, his breathing slowly improved.  Her nausea didn't.  

 

However, there were limits in how much bouncing a nauseous person could take.  In spite  of the fact they had reached their destination, he still held her on his back.  Whether the proper word was determined or stubborn was no long a point.   Mistake might have been more appropriate as Sophia could no longer hold back.  Fortunately, she at least managed to turn her head to the side, missing his collar.

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"Ah, one of those nasty wizarding fogs, eh?" she mused before the young Ravenclaw... well, she did that thing no one likes. "Okay," Aurora said, helping the girl to sit on one of the beds. "You know what they say; better out than in." With that, Aurora conjured a bucket, and simply vanished the mess she had made with a flick of her wand. Oh, that poor valiant boy who had to carry her all across the castle, and this was his reward. "And you're okay, dear?" she asked him.

 

She was used to this, juggling patients at the same time. His laboured breathing was a giveaway that he wasn't quite right, and she tapped his head with her wand, allowing a bubblehead charm to form that would give him good, clean air and help clean out his lungs. "Go on and sit down," she told him with a smile, and turned back to the young girl.

 

Aurora smiled at her and sat down on the bed beside her. "You know, back in the day, there really wasn't anything we could do about vomiting," Aurora murmured as she fished inside her pocket for a small tin box that had the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes brand on it. "But then my good friend George Weasley, and his brother Fred, came up with something that I don't even think they realized how ingenious it was. They wanted to cut classes. I found other uses for this particular joke item."

 

She opened the tin and pulled out a double sided pastille. "I bet you know what this is by now," she smiled, holding up a puking pastille, one of those forbidden products to have in the castle. She broke off the purple end and handed it to Sophia. "It'll settle your stomach."

 

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@Sophia Hunter

Puking Pastille (Purple Half) -- The orange half makes you vomit. The purple half makes you stop vomiting.

 

@Vladimir Valentin

Bubblehead Charm -- a supply of clean oxygen.

 

 

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Vladimir had been nodding at the woman when he felt Sophia turn her head and...

 

He did not need a verbal confirmation of what had just occurred. He could feel the warmth beginning to seep through his school uniform, and his nostrils detected the acrid smell of stomach contents. "Totul va fi bine,"* he muttered to Sophia quietly, unconsciously reverting to his native tongue, before looking up at the Healer once more. He moved so that Sophia could take a seat on the bed as the woman indicated, watching then as a bucket was summoned, and the mess cleared from his robes.

 

"Thank you," he said to Madam Braelin-VonHaus, before attempting to say, "I will be fine for the moment... Please attend to-" His words were disrupted when he felt a tap on his head, and a bubble form around him. He took some deep breaths, allowing the oxygen to enter his lungs, coughing slightly as they began to purge out the fog that clouded them.

 

Watching as the woman handed Sophia the purple side of a Puking Pastille, Vladimir hoped that would be more than enough to settle Sophia's stomach. The healer had told him to sit down, but he did not want to - not yet. He stood by the bed Sophia and Madam Braelin-VonHaus sat on, watching and waiting to see what would happen next, all the while breathing in the oxygen the bubble provided.

 

*All will be well

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If Sophia were the kind to read Witch Weekly and peruse the articles that talked about ways to win over a guy, she would have been fairly sure vomiting all over them was definitely not one of those ways listed.  She wondered what Morty would have to say about this after that tarot spread she did for her a few days ago.  Irony, she haz it

 

Thankfully, she heard Vladimir murmur something reassuring, at least the tone of his voice sounded reassuring.  Sophia didn't know what he actually said.  However, with his help, she managed to be lowered to the bed to sit and gave the healer a thankful look when the woman cleaned up the mess Sophia caused as she managed to mumble a "Sorry," to the pair.

 

It seemed that for now, Sophia's stomach was remaining settled so she watched as Madam Braelin-VonHaus tended to Vladimir.  She resisted the urge to giggle at the sight of his head now encased in a bubble but it did look funny.  

 

As the healer opened the tin, Sophia nodded at the question asked, curious as to what the healer was up to.  However, as she saw which half she was being given, Sophia understood and took it, chewing on it slowly, just in case there was another episode waiting to occur.  It seemed to be doing its job, however.

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