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ATTN: Employees of PASSIONÉ and WEASLEYS' WIZARD WHEEZES


To Whom It May Concern :


The businesses owned by Ms Ginny Weasley are to be closed until further notice. She assures employees that they will be paid during this time.

Ms Weasley is currently on medical leave and will answer any questions you may have as soon as she is able. Thank you for your time and understanding.


City General Hospital


[ooc; the plague strikes again! Ginny's just arrived at the hospital after collapsing in her apartment lobby but has been feeling steadily ill since the 16th so people are free to have noticed that. She asked an NPC nurse to write something up for her and thus, this post! THIS IS A CATCH-ALL POST for interaction with her over the course of her illness for the next week: network, visit action spam, or if any doctor friends of hers want to swing by! She ain't goin' nowhere.

ETA: put in a date for your comment, please!

Her essence rite is here. I'm planning on her being sick for the duration of the plot and recovering basically at the end.]

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[trenchknives]

Shit, I don't even know if you'll be able to answer this, but I'm just checking in to make sure you're okay. Relatively. You know what I mean.

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[hexuality]

[Technology is great because she can talk and it'll write it out for her and thank Merlin, because she's pretty sure she sounds as much of a wreck as she feels. This reply comes a few hours later.]

Hey. Looks like you get a paid holiday.

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[trenchknives]

A paid holiday is great and all, but I'd rather you were well.

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[thenormalsquint]

[The minute the note reaches Angela, she's off and knocking on Ginny's door, only to get no answer. It's a kind neighbor that tells her that Ginny was taken to the hospital and she barely even says thank you before she rushes down to City General. Just a cold? A cold wouldn't cause a person to collapse and wouldn't require a hospital stay. This seems so much more serious and Angela's worrying is in overdrive by the time she convinces a nurse she is very much so a relative of Miss Ginevra Weasley and makes her way to Ginny's room, shoving the door open. Knocking isn't a option here.]

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[hexuality]

[Well, the hospital is probably answer enough, with a packed waiting room and crowded hallways. Something's wrong with the City and it's taking it out on the people who live there. Ginny in particular had been feeling steadily awful since Tuesday and the fever that took her down hit overnight between their conversation and now. Lying down feels wonderful, though, and she feels shitty enough to not even be upset that she's landed herself in the hospital. She is stubborn but she isn't stupid.

She's trying to sleep to ignore the nausea when the door bangs open and her eyes fly open, breath catching and gaze going straight to the source of the noise before she even registers she's fully awake. And then she focuses on the fact that it's Angela and bloody hell, that was fast?]

Angela? [Pressing a hand to her eyes because the light hurts.] What're you... Hi?

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[thenormalsquint]

[And really, Angela should be guarding herself against whatever this is that's going around, but she's too concerned with other people to deal with herself at the moment. She's not even really properly dressed to be in public, still clad in the borrowed shirt and too big pajama pants from yesterday. Story of her life, so on and so forth. Her appearance means nothing to her right now when Ginny looks like a wreck and a half laid up in that bed.]

Jesus Christ, what's going on? Your neighbor told me the ambulance came for you and there was a note from a nurse on the network and this isn't a cold.

[Delicious word avalanche.]

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[unflagging]

How are you feeling? :(

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[hexuality]

Like I took a Bludger to every inch of my body. Other than that, wonderful.

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[unflagging]

Anything I can do to help? Need anything? Want anything?

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[hischair]

ever been so sick you're angry with yourself

i resent this bed

[text]

[hexuality]

it makes me want to set things on fire. but i can't.

[Her wand is out of reach. Tricksy nurses.]

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[hischair]

i know what you mean and goddamn so thirsty

action » is the 1/24th okay?

[medicos]

[ bones stops by the hospital occasioanlly for a couple of reasons. one is to pick up a few things for jim, who's relatively stable by now but not as much as bones wants him to be just yet. and as much as he detests all things twenty-first century, they're not all useless. at least they help jim sleep and keep the sickness at bay. he doesn't even want to talk about these essence rites. a good old country doctor like him always has been a man of science, and magic is something that he leaves for children and the insane.

the other reason is to check up on others see whether or not he can help out. with jim under the care of other people and getting steadily better, he's got a lot more freedom to stay around in the hospital and take care of others, whether to do menial tasks for the essence rites or just to keep them company ( although he's kept himself within the pediatrics department when it comes to that, because his bedside manner is a lot better when dealing with children ).

he knows ginny is in there because he's kept himself up to date with the number of patients that's been thrown in and out of the hospital. he also knows that she hasn't left just yet. there's also this thing where he's woken up from a dream with a distinct feeling of that the man with the familiar shade of red hair is related to someone that he knows very well, which is why he makes it a point to visit her when he has the time.

he opens the door a little, taking a peek to see whether she's awake or not. ]

action » of course omg <333

[hexuality]

[She's been here since Thursday morning and she feels just as restless about being bedridden today as she did from the start but at least today, she's better (lucid, more like) enough to remind herself why she's still stuck here and not back in her own bed. She's magical, there's no doubt about it, it's something she was born with and something that flows in her veins, but even that hasn't been enough to help her shake this illness off. She's always said from the beginning that the City's brand of magic is stronger than her own world's and there's no telling what it can do and if it can be fought off; or perhaps she's more susceptible to this because the last time she was in hospital, it was for another sickness caused by a curse, and maybe it left her more shaken up on the inside than she knew.

But really, what does Ginny Weasley know about her body? Beyond the way it moves in a duel or in the air, this is not what she knows. No, what she knows is that even with the knowledge of the essence rites out there (so it is magic, she suspected as much), the fever that burned through her in the first days has left her weak, still too thin and pale. But she's gotten steadily better, thanks to friends she's impossibly lucky to have, the proof of their help in the rites they've done for her. But then there are the days when she still feels a little bit like crap.

When Bones cracks her door open, she's in the middle of a coughing fit, upright in her bed and a hand pressed to her chest to try and catch her breath between each one, a book open and forgotten in her lap. She'll say hello once she gets this out, really, and flash that oh-so charming smile of hers. She's a Weasley, after all—can't stop, won't stop.]

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[medicos]

[ bones' doctor mode kicks in, though, not a second too late. he shuts the door behind him and cross the room, right by her side in three easy strides. ]

Easy, before you cough out your lungs. [ he says it jokingly to lighten the mood, but there's a tinge of exasperation as he places a warm hand on her back, rubbing it soothingly as he waits for the coughing fit to subside with a clinical eye. his other hand takes the book from her lap and places it on the bedside table in case it falls to the floor.

he's never been too good with dealing with other patients that aren't children, and ginny's hardly that. he is a bit nicer to her, though. or at least, he makes an attempt. ]

And they said you've been getting better. Did you charm them all to say that for you?

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[not_like_the_rest]

Shit kid. [Yeah, Johanna is the most poetic person ever.]

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[hexuality]

Basically.

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[not_like_the_rest]

They... know anything or some shit?

[SHE'S REALLY BAD AT THIS OKAY?! Cuts, scrapes, heck even a axe to the back so can deal with. Sickness? No, most people die soon after they become sick in her district. She's hoping it isn't the same here.]

Like, are you on some drugs?

text - the 17th?

[mortemscintilla]

I'm not sure how you're holding up. But I hope you take it easy, Miss Ginny.

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[hexuality]

Not too bad, Li. Sorry for shutting things down.

text - 19th (Gack! I'm sorry, I should've paid more attention Dx)

[mortemscintilla]

Oh! Nothing to apologize for.

[ ... If text-messages could stammer ... ]

Between people getting sick or being afraid of getting sick, I doubt there'd be too much of a turnover at the cafe.

text; (7/18? 7/19? idk)

[candothat]

Is there anything that you would like?

text; 19th

[hexuality]

my own bed but it can't happen

IDK WHAT DATE FORGIVE ME.

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[He's been a regular visitor to her bedside, albeit largely in a professional capacity: doctor most used to her dislike of muggle medicine. From what he can tell the sickness is degenerative, but slow. The emergency isn't immediate - most of the patients he's checked in are here because they're too weak to be anywhere else. Palliative care, it's called, when nothing you can do will make someone better.

Except that now there have been these dreams, and maybe things are starting to become clear (and damn, he hates when the city throws up sickness with no rational treatment, where there's no chance at a diagnosis arrived at through anything other than guesswork and coincidence. He likes puzzles he can solve.

At least today he's doing his bit, and when he shows up it's not (only) with the stories of how evil her mutant cat is, or how one of the little furballs bit him. He's carrying something. A broom.]

People are going to think our cleaners could use modernising, [He comments, leaning the thing up beside her.]

LET'S MAKE IT TODAY THEN

[hexuality]

[She's never outright mentioned it because she's never sure how it would go over or if it needs to be said at all—but she's immensely grateful for Chase being here (not just in brief moments in his busy schedule or because she's landed herself in the hospital again) because he's the oldest friend she has in the City and it's a comfort. Like maybe things could always be worse, she could be properly alone, but she isn't. That, and he's been looking out for her pets for her and that's been an enormous weight off her shoulders, too.

When he walks in with her broom, she sits up immediately, a little too fast for her head's liking (ugh, she can't even remember what it feels like to not have a headache), and reaches for it, eyes bright.]

Can I hold it? Please? [Suppressing a quiet little cough then smiling at her best and widest,] I won't fly off. Promise.