| seamus_f @ 2003-06-28 08:49:00 |
| Current mood: |  contemplative |
| Current music: | Colin, Harry and Gallagher sleeping |
By the road to the contagious hospital
Another morning, another set of releases. Less than a week ago there were twelve patients in these beds and six that didn't make it down in the dungeon morgue. Now there are three. People keep saying, oh Seamus, you've been great but really, I haven't been. You make it sound like I've been actually doing something but there isn't a great deal I know how to do except how and when to get out of the way, and Pomfrey is used to having me around. Never mind that I've certainly had the time for a moment of weakness that led to a string of disasters. So, no, no praise please. Save it for Madame Pomfrey and the real Healers from St. Mungo's.
Before any more rumors fly about: Yes, Theobald was recovering. He was sitting up and talking lucidly and we were playing chess. Professor Sprout and the parents had decided that the wee Hufflepuffs weren't to know about their classmates until they were released so that it wouldn't impede their recovery. So we didn't talk of it on the ward. Professor Flitwick had been told, of course, and the older students knew, and Colin was told at some point though I'm not sure about Harry.
Anyway, especially once Harry and Colin woke up, Jeremy was a bit down, seeing them having visitors and his friends weren't there, except the ones who were already in the ward. Apparently Jacob Hathaway was his best friend, and my heart just broke for him, so I tried to spend my time sitting with the kids. And then yesterday, in mid sentence, he said, "oh, I have a headache" and I shouted for Pomfrey and we did what we could and the healers did what they could and then it was determined that since he would need longer term care, and term was nearly over, that he would be removed to St. Mungo's. (We did get a status this morning that he's out of the woods and there shouldn't be any lasting damage but he'll need the summer to work on his speech.)
After that Pomfrey gave me a break, but it was 3am and I wasn't tired so I went up to the room to pack. Ron and Neville were who knows where, but Dean was there packing, and once we had finished our own packing we packed up Harry since he won't be released until Monday. Then I spent some time reading a book one of my Muggle cousins had given me when she found out I was to be a "doctor", some poetry written by an American Muggle doctor. It's really quite good, actually, and made me think about a lot of things.
Until this happened, I was thinking that healing would be my career. I am going for the required NEWTS, and I was talking to the healers from St. Mungo's about apprenticeships. Now I have seen, up close, that we can't help everyone. I had thought that once they came into our care, they would be fine--after all, Harry is always fine. But now, I know that this must be my life's work. We can't heal everyone, which it seems to me makes it even more important that we do our best to heal those that we can.
I have never been so tired in my entire life. I think when I get home I'm going to sleep for a week.
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