An Emergency from Hogwarts

It was the late evening at the hospital. It's been about 2,3 weeks since Mariana quit the hospiral to be a nurse on Hogwarts and for someone who didn't work there anymore, she still spent a lot of time in that place for the constant shipments of students she had to bring to the hospital for the advanced states of their deseases. This was one of those nights and after sending an hour ago a talking patronus to Robert ,her old menthor to infrom him of the incoming, she apparated in the hospital levitating Hitame in the air.

She was concious or at least in small part, maybe she could still hear something. "Where is Robert?" asked Mariana the closest nurse after she placed her patuent safely on the bed. She already did everything there was to be done so far and hoped that someone here had an ace down his sleeve.

[[I PMed Robert and since he never replied i placed this now.]]

OOC: sorry. i havent opened robert's email for awhile. my bad.

Khaat's secretary had intercepted the patronus and had tracked Khaat down. Khaat had been working around the clock--well, as much as she was able. Her own symptoms were making it difficult. And her father was tirelessly researching for a cure in the potions lab. Khaat had been in intensive care doing her best to ease the passing of a patient and trying to comfort her parents. This illness was becoming brutal. She comforted the grieving parents as best she could. When she left the intensive care unit, her assistant handed her a paper cup with extra strong French Roast coffee while she told her of Mari's request in the emergency wing.

"Alright," Khaat said, taking a moment to slug down the cup of coffee. "I'm going." She headed downstairs to the emergency wing and picked up the chart for the Hogwarts' student and read it and then went into the room where Mari waited with the student.

"Mari," Khaat said, "My apologies. Tell me what you know."

She could barely feel anything anymore. The pain that had been tamed for a little bit was coming back, but she really couldn't feel it. Her entire body seemed to have gone numb, and she was barely able to art awake now. Her vision came in and out as she struggled to stay awake, and Hitamé could tell that she wasn't in Hogwarts anymore. There was a definite change in scenery and there were more voices now. Voices she hadn't hear before, they were the voices of other patients and their families. Families ... This made her remember her sister. She didn't know where Naomi was and now she could barely focus on where her younger sister could be.

Hitamé felt something hard against her back, and she guessed that it was a bed. Her mind was still thinking about Naomi, but it was slowly drifting to darkness. She couldn't stay awake for much longer, she didn't have the strength to anymore. She gave a small cough and everything went dark around her.

Mariana made way for Khaat for in despite of her being good at this job, Khaat had years and years of expirience. "Hitamé Higurashi, third year Gryffidnor. She arrived in the hospital wing this morning complaining of dizzyness, pain on each part of her body and the green rash that's spreading from her right arm." she said quickly ignoring the apology for she didn't wait for long. "I took every measure possible so far, she already half-fainted so it eased her up a little though it won't be for long." she added trying to remember every useful detail.

"Listen K. I was thinking this morning, we could try morphine. It doesn't cure the illness but at least it relieves the pain for a little while." Mari said in less professional tone, for now she finished with the explanations.

"Let's reserve that in case that our own methods do not work," Khaat said. She already knew from Mari's description that Hitame had the mysterious illness that everyone else seemed to be getting. And she also knew that, at this point, symptomatic relief was about all they could provide.

Khaat laid her hand on Hitame's forehead. Yep. There it was. The energies felt the same to her touch as it did for everyone else that had it. Hitame had the fever, the congestion, the rash, the whole business. Khaat could draw off some of the fever with her touch, but the rest of it tended to fare better with potions. They didn't taste pleasant, but they did help allow people to feel somewhat better--until the illness worsened.

She went to the cabinet and drew out three potions--one for fever and discomfort, one for congestion, one for the itch. She mixed them together. They combined--the red one, the blue one, and the clear one--into a lavender colored mix. She handed it to Mari.

"Try giving this to her and see if this will help her reduce her symptoms for awhile," Khaat explained. "It will help her reduce her symptoms for awhile. Depending on how long she's had it, she may become more alert for awhile, or she may just sleep. You can repeat this mixture every 4 to 6 hours. And then if you need to, you can call Brian or me to help you draw off some of the fever. Oh, and here. This may help too." She got out a bottle of lotion. "This is pretty effective temporarily for the itch. It doesn't take the green color out of it, but it does stop that maddening itch. You can repeat that as often as she needs."

The pain her body was immeasurable, even though she really couldn't feel it anymore. The darkness around her had consumed her entirely now and all she heard was whispering voices. She wasn't sure if they were from the people around her, if they were from her memories, or if she was just going mad. If it was the third one she wouldn't be able to blame anyone for that. Not even herself, well maybe herself. She was the one who had allowed so many things to happen to her, even though some of those things were out of her control.

She was scared right now, that if she died, she would leave Naomi on her own. She would have Sophia, but Sophia wouldn't be able to look out for her while she was at Hogwarts. Naomi still had four years of school left before she graduated, like Hitame did, and four years would be a long time for a girl like Naomi. They might pass by quickly, but they would be a living hell for the girl without her sister there. Hitame felt so useless now, she couldn't help anyone right now, she couldn't even stay awake anymore.

The thirteen year old girl faded further and further into her memories. Memories that were like nightmares to her. The first thing to come up was the murder of her parents, when she didn't know that they were her adoptive parents. She remembered everything so clearly, even though she had only been around six years old when it happened. Her mother's screams rang in her ears loudly and she began to twitch and wince in her unconscious state as she struggled to get her mother to stop screaming.