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Post by Clint on May 12, 2010 16:24:46 GMT -5
"'Allo!" Clint said brightly to anyone who was listening as he stepped into the Hospital Wing. He was starting to come down with a cold, not that he let that chip at his cheerfulness. Heaven forbid a common cold get him down. He was by nature a happy person who had never experienced a true illness because he'd always gotten treated the second symptoms started to show up. "I've a cold." He said calmly as he settled in a chair.
The presiding nurse rolled her eyes at him before stalking into the back room muttering to herself. Clint had often got the feeling that she was exasperated with him because he came here for the slightest pain or sniffle.
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Post by Heather on May 19, 2010 17:45:29 GMT -5
Heather groaned from the bed she was laying on. She was ready to get up and get about, but the nurse had told her that she was much to weak to do something of that nature. Heather hadn't been paying attention when the stairs had shifted and had ended up falling down three flights before tumbling to a stop. At the end, she'd gotten a broken ankle, three broken ribs, a fractured elbow, and a fractured collar bone. The nurse had informed her she'd been lucky to have gotten off so light. Heather didn't feel like she'd gotten off lightly. She felt like she'd down three flights.
"A cold?" She sneered. "Is that all? What a pansy!"
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Post by Clint on May 20, 2010 17:02:29 GMT -5
Clint glanced at the girl lying on the bed. She looked like she was in pretty bad shape. Quite a bit of bruising on her skin as well as a few cuts and gashes here and there. "Quidditch accident?" He asked with a frown as he tried to puzzle out what could possibly give her such injuries.
"Yes, I know." He said with a wide grin. "But then I am prone to such illnesses quite frequently. It's easier getting them treated once and for all than getting them off and on for six months."
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Post by Heather on May 20, 2010 17:16:38 GMT -5
"No." She said coldly to the boy. "I don't play Quidditch. I don't like Quidditch. It has no point that I can see." She could just see the pathetic little cogs in his head trying to work out what was wrong with her. She wasn't about to tell him. It was none of his business for one, for another it was too embarrassing to tell to anyone.
"Ha." She laughed in amusement. "You have a poor constitution."
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Post by Clint on May 24, 2010 14:54:25 GMT -5
"Oh." Clint racked his brain for another reason for all the damage to her body. he was coming up with big fat blank zeroes. He shrugged his shoulders after sneezing three times. "I have absolutely no idea what could possibly have caused that." he said finally.
"Yes." he said mildly as he gulped down a draught of some nasty purplish liquid. "I do."
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Post by Heather on Jul 2, 2010 17:38:02 GMT -5
"And you're not about to find out, either." Heather said, just a tad sharply. "Don't sneeze on me!' She exclaimed in horror as he sneezed. "I don't want to catch whatever it is that you've got!"
"Glad we cleared that up." She jeered before settling down for a nap.
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