Khaat had been in a delicate surgery most of the night with a young wizard who had come much too close to a troll for his own good. The young wizard had been drinking far too much firewhiskey and had decided he was invincible. The troll had not agreed. Khaat had spent most of the night and into the wee hours of the morning reattaching the young man's left arm. His wand arm. This lad would have to be left handed. At any rate, the reattachment had been quite delicate because of the extensive damage done to not only the arm but to the young wizard. When he had arrived at St. Mungos he had nearly bled to death and was barely alive.
He had, however, survived the surgery, and Khaat had seen that he was tranferred from the recovery room into Intensive Care. He would need careful watching for some time. She had then refreshed herself and changed into fresh blue scrubs. Her own clothing had been covered with the young man's blood. She had sent an owl to Angus to ask that he or Brian bring her some fresh clothing. She figured it might arrive within the hour--or she hoped it did.
In the meantime, she went up to the healer's lounge for some fresh French Roast. She was tired and aching. She knew her assistant, Hannah, had not come in yet. It was too early, so she resolved that she would hope that the kitchen had restocked the French Roast in the Healer's lounge. She was just arriving on the fifth floor when she saw Sophia talking to another young woman. In her fatigue, it took her a moment to realize it was a familiar face.
"Mari! What on earth are you doing here?" she smiled. "Its good to see you again. And Soph--aren't you early today? You aren't pulling a double shift, are you?"
by Mariana Diggory Tue Apr 26, 2011 2:16 am
