Sunday Afternoon BTP Hospital
Aug 19, 2019 0:26:17 GMT -6
Post by Snick on Aug 19, 2019 0:26:17 GMT -6
When Ian found out that the family's star was sick, he decided to go to the school to take care of her. Packing a thermos of hot chocolate he made himself, and ignoring the counsel of the family, he apparated from Denver. Esther had the worst health in the family. A nurse had already died from the illness. If anyone was likely to get a bad case of it, it was Esther. He hurried over to the school.
Once there, he demanded to see Esther, only to be told she was in BTP and BTP was quarantined. He reminded the school of how much money his family gave to the school and how much they had raised for helping muggleborns over the last century and asked that he at least be allowed to try to talk to her through the window and ask the elves in charge how she was doing. He was given permission to try.
He was stopped at the front door of the legacy, even as P.A.Pratt left. "I'd like to get in to see my sister."
"We cannot let you in, we're sorry."
"What do you mean? You let him in. I'm as good as he is."
"No one is allowed in unless they are sick, I'm sorry. Your sister is very ill, but we are doing all we can for her."
"I won't get it! I never get sick. Just let me in. I can help her. Please!" he said, still holding the thermos of hot chocolate. "Damn it. I don't care if I get it. I'll stay in there with her, if you want. But let me go in."
The door was shut in his face.
A furious Ian Black stomped off, then, remembering his days as a member of the legacy, went around the back, levitated himself to the roof, then opened the little eyebrow attic window. He had to squeeze in, but he still could barely fit in the space he used to use to sneak in after curfew. Dusty, he climbed through, then down the ladder to the third floor where the single bedrooms, including Esther's were. He quickly cleaned himself up with his wand and looked for Esther's bedroom.
It was easy to find, since Makepeace was wrapped in a quilt and sleeping outside the door. Looked like she still hadn't got rid of the lovesick puppy. Ian removed the gender wards from the bedroom, surprised that the elves hadn't done so yet, since they were using the rooms for a hospital. Esther looked terrible. Her lips were blue, her skin was icy white, and, despite being piled up with covers, she was shivering.
"Esther?" Her breath was cold on his fingers. "Esther, wake up, I'm here to see you. I brought you hot chocolate."
"Without a staff escort." Whispered Makepeace from the doorway. At this point, all the freezing post nasal drip made anything above a raspy whisper difficult. "Awful lot of people inviting themselves to the school when it's supposed to be locked down. Nice to see you again, Ian. Tell me something, do you know of any flowers that say, 'You're a dick?' Because I got someone in mind for a biiiigggg bouquet." he said with a rakish smirk.
"I had quite the little temper tantrum after she told me about the meaning of marigolds. I tracked down every marigold on the island that wasn't in the greenhouses or some elf's garden and doused them with defoliant potion. Gave the groundskeeper fits. Then I replaced them with something else." He said, flicking his wand and rasping out an incantation. A small sprig of viscaria flew into the room and to his hand. "I can understand why you did it, though." He said with a soft chuckle.
Esther opened her eyelids, her tear ducts ice encrusted, so her success at opening her eyes fully was limited. Thus she heard her brother better than she saw him. "Ian," Esther mouthed, but no sound came out, her tongue practically frozen to the back of her mouth made swallowing nearly impossible. She took a labored breath in through frosted bronchi. It hurt so badly. She smiled anyway--her best brother Ian was here.
He ignored Makepeace and kissed her forehead. "I have hot chocolate for you. You need to drink it. It will help." He began pouring her a cupful.
Esther had no idea if she could even swallow it, but she would make the attempt for him.
Makepeace kinda expected that sort of response, and moved into the room cautiously after Esther's brother, eyes narrowing slightly when nothing happened to stop him. Instead of seeking vengeance against Ian, though, he moved to help instead, summoning pillows from Margryta's room and moving in to help prop Esther up a little so she didn't choke on the hot chocolate or whatever the consequence was from drinking while laying down. "If you can find me a bendy-straw..." he said, but this time he wasn't talking to either Black, and the lighthouse was both quick and gracious in its response, swiftly providing paper-wrapped "bendy" straw, which he offered over to Ian.
Esther took the chocolate through the straw gratefully . . . it was hot and melted things as it went down. The cinnamon and chili powder Ian had put in it cleared her head a little as well. She smiled at both of them through her squinty eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. "Mexican chocolate. How did you get in?" She wished someone would hand her a hot wash cloth for her face. It felt like the icy spots were on her chest and stomach, but her eyes really needed a bit of thawing.
It didn't take Makepeace long to decypher the meaning of Esther's squinting, and after a quick trip to the restroom, he placed a damp washcloth into her hands. Hot enough that it would melt the ice, but not hot enough to burn his own cheek when he tested it. "Ok, I'll let you two talk... If you need anything, just, uh..." He looked around the room for something that made noise, but didn't find anything. And he was afraid of rooting around Margryta's room for fear of finding something he didn't want to know was there. Like the bodies of her ex-boy toys or something large and latexy. "...I won't be far."
Esther took the hot washcloth and put it over her eyes gratefully, then warmed up the rest of her face. She sipped the spicy chocolate, letting her brother spoil her. She let him do the talking, since it still hurt her.
He seemed the same old Ian, although the last year or so, he had seemed a little angrier, a little more jealous. He had his business degree finished, but so did her elder brothers, and the family company wouldn't likely go to Ian. Or her for that matter. They were expected to make their own ways. She wondered if that was what was eating him. She listened to him talk about Colorado an his MBA program and quietly thought about him and his change. No, much more was going on. He had no idea what was in her mind.
"I wish you would say more," he said.
"Hurts too much," she whispered, after taking another sip. "You talk. I like to hear you." She smiled. She had missed him so much, and she couldn't help him if she didn't get inside what was really troubling him.
Ian complied and spent the next hour regaling her with stories.
Once there, he demanded to see Esther, only to be told she was in BTP and BTP was quarantined. He reminded the school of how much money his family gave to the school and how much they had raised for helping muggleborns over the last century and asked that he at least be allowed to try to talk to her through the window and ask the elves in charge how she was doing. He was given permission to try.
He was stopped at the front door of the legacy, even as P.A.Pratt left. "I'd like to get in to see my sister."
"We cannot let you in, we're sorry."
"What do you mean? You let him in. I'm as good as he is."
"No one is allowed in unless they are sick, I'm sorry. Your sister is very ill, but we are doing all we can for her."
"I won't get it! I never get sick. Just let me in. I can help her. Please!" he said, still holding the thermos of hot chocolate. "Damn it. I don't care if I get it. I'll stay in there with her, if you want. But let me go in."
The door was shut in his face.
A furious Ian Black stomped off, then, remembering his days as a member of the legacy, went around the back, levitated himself to the roof, then opened the little eyebrow attic window. He had to squeeze in, but he still could barely fit in the space he used to use to sneak in after curfew. Dusty, he climbed through, then down the ladder to the third floor where the single bedrooms, including Esther's were. He quickly cleaned himself up with his wand and looked for Esther's bedroom.
It was easy to find, since Makepeace was wrapped in a quilt and sleeping outside the door. Looked like she still hadn't got rid of the lovesick puppy. Ian removed the gender wards from the bedroom, surprised that the elves hadn't done so yet, since they were using the rooms for a hospital. Esther looked terrible. Her lips were blue, her skin was icy white, and, despite being piled up with covers, she was shivering.
"Esther?" Her breath was cold on his fingers. "Esther, wake up, I'm here to see you. I brought you hot chocolate."
"Without a staff escort." Whispered Makepeace from the doorway. At this point, all the freezing post nasal drip made anything above a raspy whisper difficult. "Awful lot of people inviting themselves to the school when it's supposed to be locked down. Nice to see you again, Ian. Tell me something, do you know of any flowers that say, 'You're a dick?' Because I got someone in mind for a biiiigggg bouquet." he said with a rakish smirk.
"I had quite the little temper tantrum after she told me about the meaning of marigolds. I tracked down every marigold on the island that wasn't in the greenhouses or some elf's garden and doused them with defoliant potion. Gave the groundskeeper fits. Then I replaced them with something else." He said, flicking his wand and rasping out an incantation. A small sprig of viscaria flew into the room and to his hand. "I can understand why you did it, though." He said with a soft chuckle.
Esther opened her eyelids, her tear ducts ice encrusted, so her success at opening her eyes fully was limited. Thus she heard her brother better than she saw him. "Ian," Esther mouthed, but no sound came out, her tongue practically frozen to the back of her mouth made swallowing nearly impossible. She took a labored breath in through frosted bronchi. It hurt so badly. She smiled anyway--her best brother Ian was here.
He ignored Makepeace and kissed her forehead. "I have hot chocolate for you. You need to drink it. It will help." He began pouring her a cupful.
Esther had no idea if she could even swallow it, but she would make the attempt for him.
Makepeace kinda expected that sort of response, and moved into the room cautiously after Esther's brother, eyes narrowing slightly when nothing happened to stop him. Instead of seeking vengeance against Ian, though, he moved to help instead, summoning pillows from Margryta's room and moving in to help prop Esther up a little so she didn't choke on the hot chocolate or whatever the consequence was from drinking while laying down. "If you can find me a bendy-straw..." he said, but this time he wasn't talking to either Black, and the lighthouse was both quick and gracious in its response, swiftly providing paper-wrapped "bendy" straw, which he offered over to Ian.
Esther took the chocolate through the straw gratefully . . . it was hot and melted things as it went down. The cinnamon and chili powder Ian had put in it cleared her head a little as well. She smiled at both of them through her squinty eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. "Mexican chocolate. How did you get in?" She wished someone would hand her a hot wash cloth for her face. It felt like the icy spots were on her chest and stomach, but her eyes really needed a bit of thawing.
It didn't take Makepeace long to decypher the meaning of Esther's squinting, and after a quick trip to the restroom, he placed a damp washcloth into her hands. Hot enough that it would melt the ice, but not hot enough to burn his own cheek when he tested it. "Ok, I'll let you two talk... If you need anything, just, uh..." He looked around the room for something that made noise, but didn't find anything. And he was afraid of rooting around Margryta's room for fear of finding something he didn't want to know was there. Like the bodies of her ex-boy toys or something large and latexy. "...I won't be far."
Esther took the hot washcloth and put it over her eyes gratefully, then warmed up the rest of her face. She sipped the spicy chocolate, letting her brother spoil her. She let him do the talking, since it still hurt her.
He seemed the same old Ian, although the last year or so, he had seemed a little angrier, a little more jealous. He had his business degree finished, but so did her elder brothers, and the family company wouldn't likely go to Ian. Or her for that matter. They were expected to make their own ways. She wondered if that was what was eating him. She listened to him talk about Colorado an his MBA program and quietly thought about him and his change. No, much more was going on. He had no idea what was in her mind.
"I wish you would say more," he said.
"Hurts too much," she whispered, after taking another sip. "You talk. I like to hear you." She smiled. She had missed him so much, and she couldn't help him if she didn't get inside what was really troubling him.
Ian complied and spent the next hour regaling her with stories.
