Aftermath of the attack -healers + victims + open-

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Takes place at the early morning after : redflaghprp.proboards.com/thread/213/site-event-unsuspected-attack (early December 2017). Around 7am, all werewolves are human again. the werewolves that attacked are gone and some of the damage is already handles by the people who were there. Aurors and other Ministry staff have arrived by now

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Alan heard the call the entire night but being transformed he couldn’t answer. If he didn’t have the wolfsbane, he wouldn’t have heard it at all. But now it was haunting him. Something must have been going down at the hospital. His boss rang him and needed him. He felt terrible for not being able to be there. But what could he do? Go there while being in his wolf form? People would be terrified. He had to wait out the moon like every other full moon and go there as soon as the first sunbeams touched the surface.

Eventually he turned back to his naked, sweaty and bloody human form. He was exhausted and hurting all over. However he has a job to do. Finally he accepted the call. “I’ll be on my way,” he told the St. Mungo’s director. Alan quickly got dressed and listened to the ‘What the hell, what took you so long? Were you sleeping? I told you to keep this device near you in case of emergency. We’ll talk about this later Wyatt. Go to the creature inflicted bites department. They need you and your staff there.’

Alan sighed. It could possibly lose him the head of department function. So was life, he assumed. Without cleaning himself and only half dressed in his healer gowns he went straight to the hospital. No morning coffee or cigarettes, those would have to wait no matter how much he needed them to function. Who cared if he looked like a mess himself and smelled of sweat, blood and wet dog. There were lives depending on him and his team. When he arrived his entire face was written in shock and horror. People seemed calm again for the situation being but it looked like the aftermath of a disaster movie. “What happened here?” The blonde asked another healer and quickly shook his head. “No work first. Tell me where I can help.”


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God, this was a mess. Mary picked her way through the debris, her face showing nothing but mild distaste. She had seen many disaster sites in her time, but this was all the worse because it was a hospital. One did not attack hospitals; it just wasn't done. There were rules in conflict, and while some of them were negotiable and others were usually ignored, that one was sacrosanct. Hospitals were bound to treat the injured of both sides and consequently, there was an agreement that they were attacked by neither side. But that rule had been violated last night, and Merlin, she had to give it to the werewolves. When they broke a rule, they broke it good and proper.
Spotting someone who looked official- admittedly, he did look confused as well, but then, official people so often did- the redhead made her way across to him, a businesslike expression on her voice. This place was in chaos, though it didn't look it on the surface, and someone was going to have to sort it out. Merlin knew it was probably going to be her. She'd lay a bet that it would all turn out to be her fault, as well. Things generally did.
"Everything all right, sir?" she enquired, the epitome of quiet professionalism. Who knew, if she looked like she was doing something useful then maybe people would believe it. Honestly, she didn't see what she could do here. Except catch the perpetrators, but there were Aurors here for that and in any case, there were so many blood-streaked people around now that it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. The werewolves would have transformed by now, and catching them was not a job that she looked forward to with relish.

@alan

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

Chaos had been going through the mind of the young healer like there was no end to it. The attack frightened her to the point where she froze whenever she saw a victim knowing well enough that she has to do her job in the end here.

For some reason she managed to survive long enough for the night to be over. Tears were shed out of fear and her features showed all kinds of tired. Camilla had been bandaging up a woman who got many external wounds not knowing all the healing spells yet.

"Sir this woman is bleeding a lot."

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Alan was still trying to hold grasp of the reality. It felt as if he'd fallen asleep after his transformation and got stuck in a lucid nightmare. He should've been here when it happened. Maybe more lives could've been saved. Just what the hell did happen? The thoughts kept spinning in his mind as he went with the flow of the other healers. Patching people up, giving them the needed potions and sending other healers to work. It was always a blind trance he went in. Alan could never manage to get out of bed without his coffee and cigarette. However duty had taken over, he didn't even think about his two biggest addictions right now. A woman he didn't know approached him. "We're doing the best we can," he told her even if he didn't know at the moment why they were doing what they were doing. He looked over the wounds and swallowed as he realized what they were. The Spell Damage healer grew pale. There was a reason he avoided the creature inflicted wounds floor. He couldn't walk out on this people so he tried to get himself over it and only focus on his job."Could you help us by getting the silver and dittany from the cabin? It's one floor up last room on the right," he asked the red head. Alan didn't care if she wasn't a healer, everyone standing could help.

Not much later he heard a familiar voice. "Camilla thank Merlin you're unharmed," he let out a breath of relieve. With a quick look if his apprentice was unharmed he nodded and knelt down to treat the woman. "These are werewolf inflicted wounds. It is important to treat the bites first. Powdered silver and dittany will do the job," he explained as he preformed the actions. These weren't things their department did but situations like this proved that all healing skills were required. "Could you take over from here?"

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[ethan blackwell]

Ethan had seen much of the attack unfold... Not that he was present, not that he was a victim. The Seer had seen it before it was happening - seconds before. He had appeared in the waiting room worried, just in time for the first yells to fill the air, Just in time to see a werewolf guarding the exit so that he couldn't leave again easily. He had disapparated knowing that there was nothing he could do against these numbers. Blackwell wasn't a coward and if it had come to a duel he would have done the best he could, but he didn't want to leave the hospital with yet another casualty as the werewolf guarding the door would likely have made him.

Now though, he was here once more, to help. Feeling the wait of guilt that only came with knowing a massive disaster was going to happen and not being able to stop it. Knowing that if you had been just a little bit quicker, just a little less panicked, maybe more could have been done. Ethan had studied some healing at school and even if he wasn't quite as skilled as even the trainees here there was plenty he could do, if they would accept a volunteer. Even if his job came down to handling petty requests patients made for things like food, or water. Ethan pushed through the desk staff who would rather he stayed out of the way.

The first familiar face that Blackwell saw was a former colleague at the ministry, who had left to join the military. The former Auror stood out to him. "Campbell." He greeted a little haggard, He didn't know the woman's rank, or, even her first name honestly. they had worked in different departments, and it was a while ago even with that in mind. "Is there anything to be done here?" He asked assuming that given this was military action on the part of an enemy, the military officer in the room must surely have had some sort of operational authority. "I know i'm not authorised personnel, but I saw a lot of the attack unfold in a vision, and I might have useful information, and I want to help in any case."

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

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Werewolves were horror stories to Camilla. She knew they existed and that they were real but seeing them, the horror, she was mortified. Her eyes were on Alan and the relief on her features was well visible. "I'm okay truly." she told him as she worked on the victim.

"Alright I can do this." Camilla did as she was told and blinked a few times. She couldn't collapse now she had to help these people. She had to save lives like she promised herself she would do ever since her father passed.

"Are you alright sir?" her attention on the patient but her question directed to Alan.

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[harriet jones]

Harriet had just heard the news and she was alarmed and terrified. There were innocent people there, but more importantly, the woman that Harriet was falling for was there. She had never confessed her feelings to Camilla and likely chance is she wouldn't be able to now... Whether that was because the other was dead, or because she would be busy in the aftermath of the attack, she didn't know. Harriet appeared in the halls of the spell damage wing with a crack, surveying the damage quickly, Harriet felt profoundly out of place in this moment, but sure enough, Camilla was there. It may not have been proper, it would probably do more harm than good but she threw caution to the wind, and approached hugging her friend firmly. "God. You're okay." She said, barely able to breath. "I was so scared."

She finally managed to suck a long breath of air through her teeth as she surveyed the damage. Harriet reached for her wand, not sure of what exactly she could do but not wanting to leave it to those who were taked specifically with helping. She wanted to be nearby to help her friend with this. Poor Camilla must have been right in the middle of it all. Harriet feared that she was dead, or perhaps even worse, turned and dragged off to be brainwashed by whatever monster had orchestrated this. She stepped back looking apologetically at the man that she had caught a snatch of Camilla's speaking to, she'd called him sir. Fuck, she didn't want to get her friend in trouble.

"I'm sorry. I just needed to know that Camilla was all right." She said, not backing down from being here. Not apologising for her presence, just for interrupting.

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Chris had worked at the hospital not long ago, and so without a word she had returned. It's true that she had left to provide healing services to her own kind during the war, rather than remain here and work for society at large. That wasn't because she didn't care for civilians though. It was because she wanteed to put the safety of her own daughter ahead of everything else. Now though she was here, gearing up as though she had never left, hoping to attract as few questions as possible. She wasn't military in her mind right now. She was, and always would be a healer first. She didn't even consider the notion that she might be considered an enemy combatant. All she wnated was to help.

Chris walked the familiar halls as if nothing had changed and no time had passed since her last shift. She had been in Germany during thee second world war. She had been in England and Ireland during the troubled times of the IRA's activity, and she had seen grizzly, horrific things in the past. whichever cowardly werewolf had orchestrated this was going to hell, she told herself firmly but she didn't allow herself to the angry. She refused to let herself lose control, even at the smell of blood from those mauled during the incident.

There was a bleeding woman, and a trainee. Not even pausing to speak to her former superior in Alan, the vampire shot a look to the military woman who had been asked to take over from the trainee, telling her she had it in hand with one confident healer's gaze. She had come prepared with the very reagents necessary to treat werewolf bites, having had a stock on hand to treat any living person that may have needed it if they had gotten caught in the vampire's conflict with the Wizards, or the werewolves if tension sprung up between beings.

She moved in beside the trainee, who had just been almost dragged away by a hug at any rate. The vampire had been doing this job for years and so as she began to powder and treat the wounds of the bleeding woman, chanting healing spells as she went, it became almost meditative. She, In her mind, reduced the war down to something that she had control over. Something she knew how to fix. She may not have worked in St. Mungo's anymore, but this was all hands on deck. No healer in her right mind could let a hospital go understaffed after it was attacked in a time of war.

"Mister Wyatt, sir." she called. "I should have her stable shortly. Where do you need me?" She finally spoke. And still she did so as if she had never left.

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[blaise zabini]

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Aftermath of the attack -healers + victims + open

Blaise had been in his office the whole night of the attack but he had locked the door with a locking charm that was resistant to Alohomora. Gen had been with him the whole night though he had given her the wolfsbane potion and it took all his energy to keep in the office as the call of the other wolves had her riled up. She was curled up on the couch of in his office asleep and after kissing her forehead he undid the charm on the door and opened it and walk out into the hospital. The scene was horrendous. Debris was strewn all over the place, already sick patients now also injured due to the werewolves. "This is why we have to do more research into finding a way to get rid of this disease permanently," he muttered more to himself than to anyone else. Using his wand he cleared some of the carnage out of the way and found a victim underneath. He leaned down and checked him over noticing the scratches and bite marks. He was alive but barely. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out some dittany and dripped some over the wounds which started to clear. "Might need some help here," he called his voice echoing the exhaustion he felt.

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Mary nodded curtly at the man's words and stepped back, out of the way. She knew some elementary first aid, of course, but she was by no means qualified to be helping here, and since there were plenty of more suitable, experienced people around, she judged it best to keep out of the way. The redhead smiled drily. That was a tactical decision; life was full of them. She presumed that as, so far as she could see, the only military officer present, she ought to assume operational command, but since there was no one whom she could actually take operational command of, it was a little difficult to see how she might go about it. The Scot eventually decided that the most sensible idea would be to keep out of the way as far as possible, let the Healers do their jobs and wait for some soldiers. Hopefully, junior ones who she could shout at. Mary felt that she needed to shout at someone. She hated being useless, she hated having nothing to do, and she hated being forced to watch while others were doing things to help. But she knew that pointless action was worse than inaction, and so she stayed where she was, she watched, she listened and she waited.
The redhead was used to being addressed by her surname, and she glanced up instinctively to find the source of the call. Merlin, she hoped it wasn't a senior officer. In her experience, anyone rising above the rank of captain tended to lose all their common sense- hence why they had sergeants. To filter the orders from on high through a mesh of common sense and tactical experience. "Blackwell, isn't it?" she enquired, using the same form of address. "I'm not exactly in a position to tell you where you're needed; the whole place looks a mess to me, but the Healers seem to have a handle on it. But first, tell me what you know." Her method of address was curt, no-nonsense and to the point. She had a job to do and no time for niceties.

ethan blackwell

[ethan blackwell]

"Most of the attack in the hospital itself was done by one werewolf under a disillusionment charm. I saw him sabotage the Wolfsbane potion with sugar, and proceed to sneak about and enchant a few portkeys around the hospital. Their movements were very coordinated, from what I could tell, except the patient who participated. He didn't seem to have control... Hence sabotaging the potion I imagine." He sighed heavily knowing the next bit of information - or rather lack there of wasn't helpful. "I didn't see who this werewolf was, because of the charm, but I think it's obvious that by the way he and his cohorts moved, they had full control over their actions, despite the full moon. I tried to warn the staff but I got here just as the attack began. They had a werewolf on the door, and he wasn't moving, aside from to attack anyone that tried to escape." That behaviour, to Ethan confirmed that Wolfsbane must have been involved. How else would a werewolf have had that much restraint. "I don't think the patient werewolf had planned to be involved." He was already reflecting, realising already that his own superiors wouldn't care. Dolores Umbridge was likely to call the boy a danger to society either way, he reasoned. Whether it was because he couldn't control himself or because he was a vicious monster.

Ethan was beginning to feel guilty over the fact he'd disapparated now, but he did his best not to show it. What more could he really have done?

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Mary nodded along to the man's explanation, reflecting on what a wonderful thing it was that they had Seers on their side, and wondering whether a werewolf could be a Seer too. She'd have to find out. And, even better, the man had been public spirited enough to come forward. The redhead had no doubt that there were hundreds of people who, if they had in some way been witnesses to what had happened, would have turned over and gone back to sleep, but this man was here at what she considered to be a ridiculously early hour in the morning, for the sole purpose of helping a lot of people, most of whom he'd never met before in his life. Perhaps, she reflected, there was some sliver of hope left for human society after all.
"I see." she remarked when she was sure that the man had finished his story, sweeping a stray hair off the collar of her uniform jacket. "I suppose you realise, sir, that this information isn't hugely helpful?" She felt sorry to have to say it, but she did all the same- after all, it wasn't; in fact, it was going to be very difficult for anyone to pick out one particular werewolf as being responsible. Although she was pretty sure that she could, if pressed, put a name to the figure... "But thank you very much for what you've done. And- I'm sorry, but I don't really know how these things work- if you do think of anything else later on, I expect I'll be here." Because it didn't look as though she was going to be relieved or even reinforced any time soon. "If not, I'm Staff Sergeant Campbell." It was a rank which she had worked to achieve, and she was damn well going to use it.

[ethan blackwell]

"It is helpful." he pressed. His study into prophecy, and his attention to detail had earned Ethan an Order of Merlin and he wasn't about to let that go to waste. Still he also wasn't angry or snapping at the military woman. He was simply, calmly as he could, trying to explain his position. "Their movements suggest that they have a skilled potioneer, who likely has access to their own crop of ingredients to brew wolfsbane potion, or, if they don't have their own farming operations, that witch watchers need to be placed in and around apothecaries." He stated calmly. "Furthermore, this saboteur seemed not to know his way around too well, so we can discount the possibility of an inside job, but he did seem particularly skilled in charms, specifically those related to infiltration and exfiltration. I can only think of a few professions that lend themselves to that sort of training." The unspeakable was a smart man, and perhaps right now he was coming off as a little arrogant, but he didn't want these attackers to go unpunished.

"Thank you for your time, Staff Sargent Campbell." Ethan said a little more subdued now. "If I see anything more I'll be sure to let yourself or other officers know immediately. I apologise that I rushed here rather than informing Mister Potter, or some other member of the Auror Office, but to be blunt, I was witnessing a graphic and well-coordinated terrorist attack in my own mind. I couldn't think terribly clearly."

Ethan, at that point gave a respectful nod to the woman and stepped back, surveying the damage. He didn't require too much direction to get to work in cleaning up debris, clearing the halls, to make the healers' lives easier when it came to transporting patients.

[camilla evans - jones]

And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain

❧

Camilla could understand many things and panic was the one thing she had been feeling all night. The attack scared her to the point where she truly thought she would die and nobody would recognize her or where she would become a monster, more of a freak than she already is.

Her panic turned into instant worry when she heard Harriet's voice. The moment her voice hit the ears of the blonde she hoped that there was no blood, no bites. Camilla turned her body to face Harriet feeling the relief going through her body as she hugged her.

"Harriet.." she couldn't sound more relieved than she did right there. "I'm okay, not hurt just tired." She took Harriet's face in her own and kissed her forehead out of pure impulse and maybe more than that but she did not feel ready to admit that it was more.

The stranger took over from her patient and Camilla just made her way to the next, holding Harriet's hand in her own. "Could you get me some bandages?"

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Camilla was exhausted and terrified. As a responsible team leader he wanted to send the girl home to recover. However they needed each pair of hands they could get. Hadn't it been needed, he wouldn't be here either. His body was hurting and his head felt like exploding. The noises around him could make him crazy any moment. "When this is over, I want you to get a day off. No buts or ifs, you need to rest," he told the young healer with a parental look in his eyes. Alan continued to work and watched his apprentice do her thing. "Seems like you got the hang of it," he nodded approvingly. His vision was getting blurry and his body was willing to give in. The smells around him triggered the wolf within that just had gone back to sleep. Without the wolfsbane he wouldn’t be able to get here at all. Sure he had a small cut he accidentally inflicted upon himself on his right arm but it was a minor wound that was barely bleeding. Nothing compared to the wounds he saw now. “Y-yes,” he nodded quickly when his apprentice asked him if he was alright. “I wasn’t here during the attack…. I should’ve been,” he bit his lip and closed his eyes for a moment.


Suddenly another presence almost jumped upon his apprentice. The head spell damage healer blinked and saw a young woman. He looked at the two in a confused manner. “It’s okay, I understand people want to know their loved ones are alright,” he forgave the young woman. “Just please let her do her job and help her if you can if you’re going to stay,” he begged the dark haired girl. “I’ll leave you two to it, I’m going to check things over there,” he dismissed himself and got up. Only to be caught up by a familiar voice. “Thompson?” The blonde werewolf blinked. “It’s good to see you. You’re back? Erh. never mind, please help me out,” he signaled his former colleague to follow him.

A healer called him and Alan nodded towards Thompson, they went into the direction of the voice. Just the man he needed. He saw Blaise and was happy to see him. He needed the potioner for calming draught, blood replacing potions and pain killing potion. However the man seemed rather occupied at the moment. "Mr. Zabini, we're here," he nodded towards his college. Alan knelt down and checked the wounds of another patient that looked close to dying. "These aren't werewolf wounds... Shit, they had vampires," he groaned and looked up at the Potionmaster. "We urgently need blood replacing potions. If these victims die, they might turn into vampires. Then we have another disaster."

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