Defender of the Weak

David Dawson || 19 || Gryffindor Alumni || Resident Healer

[elementarydear-dawson]

Parting of Ways || Self Para/Close

David closed the latch on his luggage, and straightened up for the first time in what felt like hours. He had been packing away his office area for a few days and slowly bringing things home, but there still seemed to be more than he had anticipated. How he had managed to still keep so many things in his office even after a war was beyond him, but he was glad that it was finally all packed. He cast a final glance around his office and smiled. It was slightly destroyed, but everyone had been working hard enough at reconstruction that it was beginning to look like it’s old self again. He smiled, wondering briefly what exactly it would look like when he replacement arrived.

 Replacement.

It seemed like such a stranger word. He knew in the beginning that he wasn’t going to be sticking around Hogwarts much longer. But now that he was ready to leave for the last time, it was so very real. It was not likely that he would return to these halls--see these ghosts, laugh with the students, help them. As excited as he was to take the this new step, it filled him with a terror he could not explain. Nothing like the fear he felt during the war--but certainly enough to shake him where he stood. It was almost impossible to realize that he had spent so many years in this castle. The memories of his life seemed to flick around the stone corridors--meeting Basil and Olivia, studying in the Wing, Arista. The thought of her made him smile weakly. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t miss her gravely, and now there would be so many new souls that would join her. It was a tragedy, yet, through it all, he still felt peace.

“You probably wouldn’t believe me that I’m actually happy now,” he said out loud--as if speaking to the air would send the words to Arista on some different plane. “But I am so...thank you. For everything.” With that, he took his luggage and headed for the door. For his new life at a new hospital with new challenges and dangers. A chance to settle down completely in a way that he had never expected would happen before. As he reached the threshold of the room, he turned and looked back one final time and smiled. “Thank you.”

[katandmowse]

David?

[katandmowse]

“Thank you. I promise to use it sparingly.” She grinned as she pocketed the vial. 

[elementarydear-dawson]

“Please do. And try to find someone to talk to, okay? Even if it isn’t me.”

[katandmowse]

David?

[katandmowse]

“But I’m an exceptional worrier. I wouldn’t want my skills to go to waste.”

[elementarydear-dawson]

“Aren’t we both,” he replied, pouring the potion into a small vial. “Here. This should help subdue the racing thoughts long enough to let you sleep.”

[katandmowse]

David?

[katandmowse]

“I’d think you would need to talk more than I do. You’re the one who was stuck in the middle of all the stress around saving lives. Did you sleep at all?”

[elementarydear-dawson]

“Ah, ah. No. You don’t need to worry about me. No changing the subject.”

[katandmowse]

David?

[katandmowse]

“That’s all I need really. I’ll be pouring in as much as possible into the articles I need to write - the first of which should be appearing tomorrow, so keep an eye out. I’ve at least been productive with my insomnia.”

[elementarydear-dawson]

“Well, that is certainly a step in the right direction,” he acknowledged, regarding her. “But don’t be afraid to reach out when you feel the time is right.” As he spoke, he summoned a small cauldron toward them and began to mix ingredients.

[katandmowse]

David?

[katandmowse]

She tried to wave aside the concern. “I’m not nearly as bad off as some people, I’ll be fine. But I’ll keep in mind those owls and those phones. Or were you hoping that I was keeping a telegraph around?” She turned back toward him, trying to smile a bit. “But I’d appreciate it all the same.”

[elementarydear-dawson]

“I’m glad to help--in any way. It’s not going to be very strong, but it will help you regain your footing. Though the best medicine for this is going to be opening up about it. Even if you simply journal about it or something. Find a positive outlet for the emotions.”

[katandmowse]

David?

[katandmowse]

“You doctor types ask an annoying amount of questions.” She couldn’t help the annoyance that crept in before crossing her arms and looking away. “I did what I had to during the war. It’s just a little harder living with it now than I had guessed.”

[elementarydear-dawson]

David pressed his lips together, knowing not to push her further. “I do not think the aftermath of this is going to be easy for anyone. I am always near if you need someone to talk to--owls can find me and we have these handy-dandy muggle devices as well.” Joking was not really his strong point. “But I can help you get some untroubled rest for now.”

[katandmowse]

David?

[katandmowse]

“Right. Of course. You’ll be brilliant there and they could use you. I wish you the best of luck.” Kat tried to shrug away the question and make light of it, not really succeeding. “Oh you know me. My mind can’t seem to slow down with all the work that needs to be done, but if I don’t get some sleep the quality of all of it is going to suffer. Hopefully with a little help, I’ll be back on track.”

[elementarydear-dawson]

“Thank you,” he replied, with a soft smile. Watching her as she spoke, he raised an eyebrow slightly. “Alright. Are you sure? It’s good to know the finer aspects of why a person is having difficulty sleeping because it can help me brew a proper tonic.”

[katandmowse]

David?

[katandmowse]

“You’re leaving?” she asked, a hint of panic in her voice before she covered it up. “I was wondering if you had some sort of sleeping pills.”

[elementarydear-dawson]

“Well, just here. It was only meant to be an internship and well...” David shrugged, as if that simple motion would encompass all that had happened in the past year. “I am going to St. Mungos next. But enough about me. Why do you feel you need sleeping pills? Though, I suppose after everything, I shouldn’t be surprised.”

[katandmowse]

David?

Do you have a moment?

[elementarydear-dawson]

“Of course,” he said, looking from from the rucksack before him. “What can I do for you?” 

[elementarydear-dawson]

Only Human || Mouse Detectives

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Everything- every minuscule detail, was setting Basil Baker’s nerves on edge. The constant beeping of the machines, the clatter of poorly worn high heels on the tile outside of his door, the overly-communicative birds on the other side of the window. The damned clock was far too loud, counting the seconds that he was forced to remain in the hospital. Hours had passed, since he had woken up- three hours, eleven minutes, and twenty four seconds, but who was counting? 

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[elementarydear-dawson]

Getting out of the Hospital Wing had taken a much longer time than David had anticipated. Many people stopped him to try and talk to him--comfort him, thank him, anything. And it all seemed completely insignificant. He did not care for their thanks. None of it mattered, really. People were safe, that was fantastic. But it meant nothing if he had no word from Basil. He was texting, but no responses came through. When he called, he realized that the phone had gone dead at some point, and this filled him with even more dread then he had moments before. The nurse that was helping guide him out seemed to pick up on his distress and began dismissing people as they walked.

For a trip that only takes a few minutes, David felt as if it was taking hours. The Floo Network was back up and running on the grounds to assist with the aurors. After the nurse had to scream at people for David--presumably so he did not maim them or suddenly break down in front of them--she managed to shove him in to the fireplace and send him on his way. He arrived with only a slight cough, and seemed to startle people as he shot out of the fireplace like a bat out of hell. Several confused visitors seemed to understand that they merely needed to get out of this man’s way. 

When he arrived at the desk, he barely acknowledged the nurse as he spoke--scanning the rooms around him. “I need to know if you have a patient here by the name of Basil Baker.”

“Are you a relative?” David could hear her bored tone--he wanted to punch her. He was surprised at that response.

“Better than. Is he here?”

“I’ll need some identification, sir,” she said, the same tone grating on David’s patience.

“I just came from a bloody war, so excuse me for not having a damn wallet on me at the moment. Now tell me if you have him, or I am going to burst open every curtain in this place until I know if he is here!”

David had not meant to get that loud, but it happened, and suddenly there was only the distant sound of beeping machines. He looked around slightly self consciously. The nurse had recoiled in her seat slightly, as an auror approached the desk. David rolled his eyes and raised his hands to the man. “You can take my wand if you want to, and follow me around. Hell, you can handcuff me, but just tell me if you have him.” He had not meant for his voice to crack. He was simply exhausted and felt the pressure beginning to crush him.

“2B, Greg,” the nurse said, addressing the auror. 

The walk to the room was painstaking--fear gripping him as hey made his way down the hall. With each room they passed, he felt his stomach twist further. The auror kept pace with him, even as David began to speed up, once he understood the number progression. When he reached 2B, the auror lunged in after him, with the speed that David burst through the door. He was not sure if the sight before him was exactly what he wanted, or not at all. A wave of relief passed through him before a new dread set in and he walked to the bedside. At a loss for words, he collapsed in to the chair next to the bed.

[rozalierapunzel]

Bring back what once was mine || David & Roza

[rozalierapunzel]

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[elementarydear-dawson]

David gazed up at Rozalie as she approached--there was such determination coming off of her that David had never seen before. He looked at the pan in her hand and allowed himself a moment to be confused over the weapon choice, but she began to speak. Her blind focus was both reassuring and terrifying. If she dove head-first into something she couldn’t handle because of any emotion, David would never forgive himself. However, as she continued to speak and move, he knew there would be no convincing her otherwise. 

David nodded and summoned a few supplies. “Take these with you as well. You never know what you are going to find out there,” he said, handing her a few small vials. “And be careful. I know you know that, but I need to say it. Don’t linger where you can’t help, and take cover where you can.” He straightened up and cast one glance at the poor, young man behind them. “Do what you must, but be careful.”

[elementarydear-dawson]

Only Human || Mouse Detectives

David felt the weight of the war. Around him he had lined up as many of the bodies as he could gather. Many he could recognize and name, and many he couldn’t. All of them were given cloth covers. When the announcement sounded, David felt his body cry out for rest, but he knew that this was not the end for him. There were many students that needed his help, even as many doctors filled into the Wing. Several of them came over to David, asking about students, the situation, medical supplies--any question they could conceive of, they asked him. Answering what he could, David made sure to get around to several of the new arrivals, and that was when he heard them.

“No. They brought him to St. Mungos.”

“Still, was it necessary? He seemed pretty gone. I mean, I know it’s a shame and all, but we have so many people here that could have used those doctors.”

“Who?”

“Some kid.”

“What did he look like? Was he a student?”

“I’m not sure. He was thin, black hair, maybe? It was dark. I think he used to be a student.”

“I think his name was like...Bailey or something. Like, something odd like a herb.”

David felt his stomach twist. Without thinking, he approached the students that had huddled together to talk. They were still debating the name of their mystery find when he pulled at the collar of one of the students. They started slightly and turned to look at him. “This man you’re talking about,” David began, his voice a forced calm. “What happened to him?”

“Uh, stabbed, I think. Judging by the amount of blood coming out of his side,” answered one of them, after a moment. 

“And that name you’re thinking of, it wouldn’t happen to be Basil, would it?”

“Oh shit, you know, I think that’s it!” exclaimed the student that had been debating. The moment they noticed David’s expression, however, they must have realized what they said was wrong. “Or, you know, maybe. I’m not sure. It was dark.”

David felt as if he was going to be sick. All he had faced this last week--everything he had suffered through was nothing, nothing as close to the agony he felt building inside of him. He took a few steps before he couldn't fight the urge anymore. Hastily, he headed for a water basin and began to vomit. A concerned nurse closed in on him, and he found he didn’t have the strength to do more than shoo her away. He was certain someone would follow up shortly, but he couldn’t think past this moment. Everything around him felt as if it was giving way. He wondered briefly if it truly was the castle crumbling completely. When the walls didn’t completely fall around him, he tried to rationalize the situation. 

He couldn’t be certain that it was truly Basil that the students had found--and yet, it did not seem entirely impractical. Basil was far too irrational for his own good, no matter how hard that man tried to convince himself that he was smart. David needed to know the truth. With as much strength as he could muster, David gripped the water basin above him and heaved himself up. Shakily, he took a few steps forward, fighting the urge to be sick. His vision was blinking in and out, but it didn’t stop him. A different nurse came toward him this time as he stumbled into the stone pillar.

“Doctor?”

“Get me to St. Mungos,” he said weakly. “Now.”

[rozalierapunzel]

Bring back what once was mine || David & Roza

[rozalierapunzel]

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[elementarydear-dawson]

David kept the drain going as he began to examine the internal injuries. He heard Rozalie’s concern in her voice, but kept his focus as best he could. The sounds of the war erupted around them--he knew more students were being brought in and that the number wouldn’t stop. He had taken on far more than he could chew. He was only one man. He inhaled deeply and focused on the wound; forcing out the thoughts that began rushing him all at once. He needed to do his best to save this student’s life. When Rozalie told him the pulse was declining, he cursed under his breath. It was then that he was able to get a better look at what he was dealing with.

There were several pieces of internal and external tissue missing. Even with proper medical supplies, he doubted what could be done to save this student. “I’m going to try and repair as much as I can,” he said, his gut twisting. He was not entirely convinced that it would do anything, but he had to try. He threaded the needles and began to work. A few levitated next to him as he worked, ready to help further if needed. As he worked, he managed to get several smaller incisions closed but as he moved toward larger gashes, he creased his brow in frustration. Sweat beaded at his brow as he worked as quickly and carefully as possible. 

It was then that the student began to shake. “No,” came out with a rush of air, as if David had been holding his breath. “No, don’t. Don’t you dare,” he commanded, as the student began to seize. Before David could move from the wound, the student began thrashing on the table. David barked at Rozalie to have her help him steady the student, but as soon as it came, it was gone. David waited for half of a second before rushing to check the young man’s pulse. After a moment, he knew.

“Damn it,” he exhaled, rubbing his bloodied palms on his temples. “Damn it!” A surge of anger rushed through him and he turned to the nightstand, kicking it as hard as he could. The table buckled and fell backward, landing with a clatter that had a small hush fall over the wing. Only the pained sounds of students and the battle raging outside filled the wing. “Damn it!” he whimpered, closing his eyes. He knew he should not have expected much more than this. He knew this was going to end bloody. He had warned them all. He knew.

[rozalierapunzel]

Bring back what once was mine || David & Roza

[rozalierapunzel]

Roza ran to the bag, dodging people as she went, it was a rare time that being as small as she was provided her an advantage….

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[elementarydear-dawson]

When Rozalie returned, David turned to her and grabbed the bag. Opening it, he found the instruments he needed, before returning to the patient. “We need to drain any fluids in the wound and see what we can repair inside the wound.” He pulled out a basin and began removing tubing from the bag. “I can only hope we find minimal wounds internally and can repair it,” he spoke honestly and as he began to set up the tubing. Without any type of pump, he waved his wand and created a flow for the blood to drain. 

He cast a glance at the face of the student and frown. “We need to get him pain killers, but we can’t use a sedative. We need him to stay awake for us. It’s not ideal, but we don’t have a choice.” He moved around the cot to get closer to the student. “My name is David. And this is Rozalie, we’re going to help you.”  The student gazed in terror at the high ceiling above them. David could see that he was still breathing, but it was rapid. A fear began to clench at David’s stomach as he turned his attention to the wound.

[rozalierapunzel]

Bring back what once was mine || David & Roza

She had never seen so many people in the infirmary in all her time at school and yet she hadn’t the time to be completely devastated by all that was going on. It had all happened so quickly and although things seemed to be going well as far as saving people went, she wasn’t sure how long it would last. The students that made it through the doors were getting worse and worse for wear and beds were filling up fast. At the rate they were going the infirmary was about to become standing room only…it wasn’t ideal…

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[elementarydear-dawson]

It was painful to watch. He hated watching students get hurt in small ways with Rattigan’s regime, but this was a battlefield now. There were kids in here no older than seventeen that were risking their lives for this place--for their home. He was trying the best he could to save them all, but with each success, he dreaded the next student that would come through the door. Rozalie and Lily were moving about the wing with incredible speed and David suddenly found himself incredibly grateful for their help. The guards supplied by Ellen were keeping them safe enough, but the help inside was invaluable. David tried to focus on the good that was coming out of it.

That was, until he heard Rozalie call out.

Handing the supplies to the nearest nurse, he left one patient and rushed to Rozalie’s side. The sight before him had him diving for the student. “Rozalie, I need you to get the sutures and the case of muggle tools. The brown bag.” David moved in, taking the student from the two that had led him in, and guided him to the nearest cot, laying him down. The young man was pale as sheet, his eyes darting around in disbelief. David raised his wand and closed the curtain around them before examining the wound. It had been made by a creature, that much was evident, but that was not the biggest concern. Intestines could be repaired, but the depth of damage and duration of bleeding had David sweating. With a flick of a wand he read the student’s blood type and summoned over a vial to match. As he prepped the blood, he waited for Rozalie to return.

[rozalierapunzel]

She nods, pulling a hair tie from her pocket and braiding her long, long hair into a tight braid, walking over to the sink she washes her hands. With her back turned this would be the time she would normally sneak in a few tears but she doesn’t do it now. “I’ll go get the plastic gloves,” she says turning around, “and the first aid bags as well, they’ll have plenty of stuff in them I’m sure we’ll need.”

[elementarydear-dawson]

David watched her actions curiously,trying to get an understanding on what her current mood was as she gathered herself. He wasn’t entirely sure what had come over her, but he was glad that it had. At her recommendation, he nodded, and made his own way toward an ingredient cabinet to unlock it. “I’ll leave this open so we have easier access to anything we can summon over. We don’t really have time to worry about things going walk about right now.”