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Date: January 16th, 2013
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Morning Run; Day 4, Y7, Early Morning
Topic Started: Jan 12 2013, 11:04:01 PM (661 Views)
Professor Halcyon Hicks
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Alright, he'd been promoted to a 4 ounce shot glass. As great and bounding an epiphany as that was, who could blame her for being intrigued? They were sharing. Well, he was. She had too many layers of Brock related psychosis to work through before that happened on her end. Funny, how hard it was to shake the thought that were she to open up the slightest he'd use it as ammunition against her. (It wasn't for lack of trying on his part, either, she had a very interesting way of deflecting personal questions.) There wasn't much she could share that he hadn't already looked up in her personal file, however. The Professor had every opportunity to get a good rib in on the man, here, but didn't feel like being mean. Nor did she feel up to it. "I have trouble imagining that..." A quiet sort of smile at the failed imaginings that came to mind. (Of course, something as trivial as picturing the man holding 'make-up' flowers would have been enough for that wistful a smile.) The two versions of Brock she knew didn't seem capable of sustaining any sort of relationship that lasted longer than however long he did beneath the sheets. A simple call for elaboration, if he felt like it. Yet unobtrusive enough that she could feign disinterest were he to call her out on it. Perhaps she should try to let her guard down more? Could she even?

God, she really wasn't feeling up to snappy retorts. Her eyes fluttered shut as his fingers brushed against her cheek, that mixed with his spell bought a certain amount of relief flooding her body. The fact that he'd cast away some of the pain made her brave enough to attempt talking again, though her previous attempt had worsened the pain. The thought that he wouldn't be much good to her without instruction was what battled the ebbing darkness away. At least, for now. 'Everywhere isn't a suitable answer. Narrow it down.' "Buh-" A wince followed by a sharp intake of breath and her eyes were watering. Another cough rattled through her. "Breathing hurts." So did talking, but that much had to be obvious. "Can't feel m'arm." Her eyes closed tightly before she angled her head down, when they opened again she was staring at the damage. A large sort of gash angling down her arm suddenly decided throbbing would be a good idea when she'd become aware of its existence. (Was that better than nothing at all? She couldn't decide...) That would be why she was feeling faint. Blood loss. Good thing she wasn't squeamish. Just awfully tired.

He had given her room and just barely did she have the presence of mind to turn over slightly and spit out some of the blood that had been pooling in her mouth. A dull ache along her tongue confirmed that the blood wasn't from somewhere more vital. Vaguely, her mind wandered from ache to pain, contemplating how long she would have to lie here before becoming numb entirely. The woman must have been lying there for too long, a loud snap pulled her back into reality. The struggle for her lucidity, which felt like quite a battle to her, must have only appeared to the man as a few bleary blinks. A look of consternation at most. What about being laid? Hopefully he wasn't hinting the experience would be similar. Egads. "Stop... blood, jackass." This was no time to be joking, Lee. The Professor found herself lacking the heart for a sterner reprimand. The spell that would seal her arm was on the tip of her tongue. Why the fuck couldn't she remember it? "Vulnenentur..." Her lips fumbled vaguely over an almost fully formed thought. Not quite, sweetheart. Contemptuously, she spat out more blood. As though that was what was keeping her from properly articulating. "Vulnera Sanentur." Vaguely her left hand went through a flicking motion, which is the motion his wand would need to take in order to properly execute the spell. Consequences of using a healing spell one was not particularly familiar with were far from on her mind. What was the worst the could happen? A proper suggestion would have been something along the lines of going to the Hospital Wing, or fetching a healer... Somehow, she thought that incoherently mumbling another man's name would be misinterpreted.
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Brock Baker
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Since it was doubtful Scare's imagination couldn't cope with what exercise meant, or that her sex was capable of it, Brock was left with one remaining explanation. She was completely missing his design and probably picturing something totally absurd. Seriously, still hanging onto that one bloody word which held no relevance whatsoever? Or, maybe she wasn't all that dense and pursued her invalid version of the conversation deliberately. With a deep tight breath, Brock attempted to quell his growing annoyance at her insistence to keep on with the rubbish. There were two ways of dealing with this situation, either try to point out she was on the wrong track, again, or... "Well, that's a shocker," he scoffed with a jeering sort of amusement. Come to think of it, this was as much a jab at his relationship record as hers, but the bitter tinge came naturally with the man's growing exasperation. What was she expecting him to say, anyway? Perhaps it was a high time to remind Hiccups that him being an asshole wasn't just an act, and that she should better remember it before reading into any of the uncensored crap to leave his mouth. Brock did not realize how often he'd actually applied this tactic, because it used to be so much harder to deal with disbelief from the people around him at being nice than to keep up with the title of a jerk shadowing him, deservedly so, throughout his life. For someone claiming not to give a damn about what anyone thought, it sickened him to be mocked for the mere notion of having any redeeming tendencies.

The Auror's jaw tightened as he soaked in the information, one unlucky notion after another visiting his mind, ranging all the way from broken ribs to a punctured lung. He'd experienced both and nothing had taught him better to pay attention to his surrounding during a duel, cliffs especially. Not feeling one's arm, however, made no sense to him. A brief glance south confirmed that despite the apparent damage, the limb offered no gory dispositions of functionality loss. Brock considered asking her to move it but, with the threat of internal injuries, a hand seemed dispensable for the moment. The sight of blood, as well as her fatigue, did little to alleviate his suspicion but his lips curled into a mild smile at being called a jackass. Surely, things weren't so bad if she was still capable of insults. Although the spell Scare suggested wasn't quite the one he was hoping for, she hardly could have known MLE's medical training. This one was really far better than the nothing he'd had before, and Baker even remembered seeing its execution once before. "If you're sure it's not lethal..." he reassured the woman before pulling off the incantation, taking into account the hint she'd provided. The effect was almost immediate with the two shreds of skin sealing together to form a rugged, raw-looking welt in its trail. The spell was shortly followed by another analgesic and Brock's watchful eyes persisted on her face to make sure he hadn't done anything wrong along the way.

Satisfied that Scare was in a travelling condition, or at least as close to it as he could make her, Brock drew himself up and jutted his wand towards the castle with a mute charm. "Okay, enough lazing about," he announced animatedly while unzipped his gilet. Removing the garment, he spread it beside his colleague, and stooped to encompass her shoulders with one arm. After marginally lifting her upper back, he used his other hand to tug the sleeveless jacket beneath her form. Despite hating to relinquish her warmth, for now, Brock settled her down and zipped it up with her injured arm held securely to her body. The single scant layer remaining wasn't much to shield him from the chilly morning air but, out of the both of them, Scare was the least in need of a hypothermia considering his chosen and irrefutably fastest choice of transport. As if on cue, Baker's new Nimbus dutifully pulled up next to the pair, hovering patiently as its master bent to the professor once more. "Looks like you'll be mounting my broom sooner than expected," the man commented unseemly as his hand begun to sneak behind her back. This time, though, he searched her eyes for a sign of compliance before moving any further. While he would have had no qualms carrying or levitating her all the way back to the castle, Brock intended to have a professional look at her injuries as soon as possible.
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