The nurse is in!

[wavesofjade]

WHO: Dolores Maryam and everyone!
TONE: General, probably varied
RATING: Let's say PG-13 to be safe
WHEN: September 18
WHERE: Hospital Wing
WHAT: Open thread for people to visit Dolores in the hospital for anything they might need
STATUS: Ongoing

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[Welcome to the hospital wing! Perhaps you are a visitor to a patient, or an unfortunate individual who has managed to injure themselves in a Potions accident or an incident in Herbology. Maybe you just need a smile and a friendly ear for your problems, or a mild Calming Draught to help you sleep.

Whatever it is that you require, when the door to the ward is pushed open the first sound to be heard is that of a soft humming, and light footsteps moving across the room. Dolores Maryam looks fairly young, but there's a motherly atmosphere about her as she turns and smiles enquiringly]

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[hairflyingheartpounding]

[Rapunzel is a rather excited as she half-walks, half-skips into the Hopsital Wing, looking around and quickly spotting Ms. Maryam. She approaches the faculty member with a smile.]

Hello!

[wavesofjade]

Hello there!

[Dolores smiles in return, though she looks the girl up and down for any sign of a problem - a force of habit from so many years of nursing]

What can I help you with, dear?

[hairflyingheartpounding]

It's... Kind of a favour. But it's not just for me!

[wwistful]

[Since his little back failure the previous week, Murdoc had been fully intending on visiting a nurse. He just. Got distracted. A lot. Okay so he really didn't want to go at all but it's been far too much pain for him to deal with and the offer was there.

He pokes his head through the door of the hospital wing, glancing around before stepping in properly.]

Err..

Hello?

[wavesofjade]

[She knows who it is before he speaks. Honestly, persuading him to come down here had been like pulling teeth, and she's pleased to see that he finally came to his senses]

Hello, Professor Donoghue.

[She's not that far from him, straightening the sheets of one of the empty beds, and she smiles softly at him]

What might I do for you today?

[wwistful]

[He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, already feeling as awkward as he is tense.]

I have somethin' I need to discuss with you. [He glances around.] Do you have a moment?

[remembertheroses]

[Someone has let her curiosity get the better of her. Ib is trying to sneak into the Hospital Wing; she's still interested in Healing magic, and if there's one place that could have information about it it'd be the Hospital Wing, right? Still, she's shy, and she'd rather not get in trouble with the Healers, so she's trying to creep inside and explore.]

[wavesofjade]

[Were it anyone else she might have been able to sneak past them, but even if Dolores can't see someone, she can still hear their heart beating, and Ib is noticed almost instantly.

She looks around a screen, holding a few bottles in her hands, and laughs quietly when she spots the girl]

Are you alright, sweetheart?

[remembertheroses]

[A sharp gasp and Ib looks up wide-eyed at the Nurse. However, she does relax when she doesn't seem to be in trouble and merely shook her head.]

Thank you, but I am fine.

[selfhatred]

[Dolores will probably hear him before she sees him. Karkat's been sneezing up a storm ever since he ran out of allergy potion a couple of days ago. He's just been too busy to bother coming up to the hospital wing. But now that he was in the area there was no excuse, plus his eyes were itching by now. Not helped out by the fact that he was rubbing them furiously.]

Hello...?

[wavesofjade]

[Indeed she does hear him, and she knows who it is before she even hears his voice. No one she had ever met quite made the noises that Karkat does when he sneezes.

She's quick enough in making an appearance, crossing quickly to him and taking a light hold of his wrists, drawing his hands away from his eyes to keep him from rubbing them]

Now, Karkat, my dear, what have I told you about this?

[c9rp9realn9rmative]

[He hates the hospital wing. He's avoided it like the plague for 17 years.

And yet he can still recall exactly which bed he died, which bed he woke up in. He still remembers which side of the bed Dumbledore was sitting on when he greeted him with the sad twinkle in his eye and told him gently that he'd...missed the train.

Still, Kankri enters nonetheless, straightening his back and smoothing out his jumper to look as dignified as possible.]

Dolores?

[wavesofjade]

[And she doesn't notice him, what with the lack of a heartbeat and any discernible scent, but she feels a chill go up her spine when she hears her name being called. She can't deny it - she's been half dreading this. Speaking to Kankri over the journals is one thing, at least then she could keep that small shred of denial that it's really him, but that voice is unmistakeable and she has to fight with herself to not simply.. hide, and wait until he's gone.

That would do them both a disservice, though, so she steels herself, straightens her skirts, and steps into view.

It's a strange feeling and one she hasn't experienced in a long time. Her heart lodges in her throat and she can almost feel it pounding though such a thing is impossible]

Kankri.. It really is you.

[Dolores presses two fingers to her lips and finally forces her legs to move. They feel like lead but at least they carry her across the room until she's standing in front of the boy. For the longest time, she doesn't know what to say. Her fingers trace the line of his shoulder, careful to not go through it, then she does the only thing she can think to do.

She hugs him, and it's hard, because there's nothing solid to hold on to, but she remembers embracing Kankri like it only happened yesterday and her fingers curl over his shoulder, one hand at the back of his head and she can recall how his hair felt, how the fabric of that jumper would feel under her palm, and just for one long moment she remembers it all so vividly she could swear he's breathing and alive.

But.. he isn't, and she knows that. This is just the final piece in the puzzle to confirm everything, and she tries and fails to keep the renewed grief from her eyes as she moves back from him and smiles gently]

Hello, dear..

Because I want more Dolly CR.

[thegluethatbinds]

[There's a knock on the door as Coulson checks to see if the Healers are in.]

8D

[wavesofjade]

[She's in, and rather than call she walks to the door and opens it]

Philip, come now, you don't need to knock.

[marshall_lee]

[Marshall pokes his head in and seeing that she is indeed in there he comes in and plops down on one of the spinning chairs.]
I have to say...I'm really glad you're here.

[wavesofjade]

[There's a quiet chuckle at that]

Hello, Marshall.

[She turns to him with a smile, a little more reserved than the ones she usually bestows on the students. She's aware, after all, that this 'boy' is far more senior than her]

You are? Is something wrong?

[wwhatevver]

[To add to the group of people who are just wanting to visit Dolores, there was Eridan. He made his way to the hospital wing a bit after her journal mainly because he was in the middle of homework and all.

Of course, he was just going to... come in. Just to make sure his black eye was healed up and stuff like that. Yep. No other reason!! Thankfully he wasn't actually here for a fresh injury or anything, not like it was the previous week or so.

As he shuffles on in, he glances about trying to find her.]

Hello?

[wavesofjade]

Eridan? Is that you, sweetheart?

[Dolores pokes her head around one of the screens further up the ward and smiles warmly when she spots the boy, making her way over to him. There's a flicker of concern as she looks at his face, instantly zeroing in on the discolouration still present around his eye]

Dear me.. what have you been doing?

[nomorals]

[The door to the hospital wing opens and Marceline pokes her head through, looking around. She looks a bit exhausted, if the expression on her face and the bags under her eyes are anything to go by, and she slips fully into the room, closing the door behind her.]

Ms. Maryam?

[wavesofjade]

Marceline?

[But of course it's Marceline - she shouldn't even need to ask. As soon as she sees the girl she's by her side in a moment, one hand lightly gripping her upper arm]

Dear girl.. Come along through to the back room and sit down.

[thesmallesttrickster]

[Loki walks in, his hand wrapped in his cloak. One side of his face is pink and shiny, and his eyebrow and some of his hair on that side is singed.

It is obvious he had been crying, but had hastily tried to dry his tears before coming in]

Hello, Mam.

[wavesofjade]

Oh, dear me..

[The smell of singed skin and hair isn't something that can be mistaken for anything else and Dolores hurries to him, leading him to one of the beds and helping him up onto it before she unwraps the fabric from around his hand to look at the damage.

All the while, every touch is gentle and her voice is soft and kind]

Tell me what happened to cause this.

[notthebee2]

[ Amongst all the douchebags that walked the halls of hogwarts, only a couple of gems stood out. Ms. Dolores was one of them, always welcoming everyone with open arms, without judging anyone for anything. Her presence made Sollux feel at ease, somehow. As if it was alright to confide in her. She was so much more than a nurse to that school, he thought. And more than that to himself, most than certainly. With a bit of a reluctant step, he entered the infirmary, sneaking his head in before the rest of his body, to check if the nurse was in. You probably could tell from the way he hid his face from anyone he walked by, or the heavy bags between his eyes, or maybe the reluctance in his voice, that perhaps this young man had been having a particularly emotional moment not so long ago, although he would probably tell you he got a lot of dirt in his eyes. ]

H-hello?

[wavesofjade]

[Sollux was one of the students who would always bring a smile to her face. Despite her offers of such, there were few who would visit simply to talk to her, and she cherished every one that did. This particular young man, she knows, has a habit of being reticent with his emotions, so when he walks in looking every inch as if he's just been crying she can't help but be surprised.

Of course, that surprise manifests itself in an expression of quiet concern as she quickly crosses the hospital wing to him]

Sollux, sweetheart, what's wrong?