"Risks of the job." Alice smiled back, recognizing the resignation in the other girl’s face.
"Thank you," Emm said, smiling softly. "For doing that, I mean.
Alice frowned, considering the girl’s question. “I’d say, maybe a seven. It’s not the worst I’ve seen and if you’re careful there should be minimal scarring, but…”
"But still a frustrating scar," she said softly, nodding her head as she got the last couple buttons done and sighing softly before smiling at Alice. It wasn’t even partly her fault that this happened, or even Mundungus really… it wasn’t something that she would be able to change and blaming someone probably wouldn’t do anyone any good.
"I’m sure it drives you crazy. I certainly don’t like the idea of people doing my job for me." Alice pulled off the bandage gently and inspected the wound. It was a long gash down the right side of Emmeline’s back. It looked like it was well on the way to healing, but for a little bit of irritation around the edges. "It looks fine, I’m just going to put on some salve that should sooth it a little." Alice fished in her bag for a moment before pulling out a small tin and spreading some of the oily substance over the wound. She redid the bandages, impressed by how well Emmeline had done. "There, that should make it feel better."
"Somewhat," Emmeline admitted, "But, I also know that it, unfortunately, comes with the territory. I just wish that it wasn’t even necessary to begin with," she said shrugging her shoulders for a split second before feeling the clear ache spread across her skin, the pain causing her to halt her movements almost immediately. "One to ten, what do you think the likelihood that there’s going to be a scar is? I couldn’t get a good enough look at how deep it was to figure out just what was going on with it," she said gently, biting her lip when Alice’s fingers landed against the wound, flinching for a moment despite the warning that her friend had given her. "Thank you," Emm said, turning so she could give Alice a smile as she pulled the shirt back over her shoulders and made quick work of the buttons.
But surely a time comes when the liability that he is out weighs his usefulness. Let me look at your back. I’m no healer, but as an auror I have to have a pretty extensive knowledge of self-repair.
Well, I didn’t die. -shurgs gently, not wanting to pull on anything- That’s a pretty good track record at this point, if we’re completely honest. I… okay. That is fine. -shifts so she can unbutton her shirt after checking to make sure that no one else was around, pulling it down her shoulders so it didn’t snag the bandage- You know, I hate that you guys have to do some of the bandaging yourselves.
"If Sirius had been here, he would have checked all my pockets, taken anything he thought was suspicious and left me the rest." He said suddenly, before giving a little laugh. "He wasn’t anywhere near me while I was out, was he?" He teased before going over to the closet and searching his pockets.
He found the small box, he had made shrank with his wand earlier before being attacked. Once he knew it was safe he tucked it back in his pocket and turned to her. “Thank you very much for taking care of me, but I should be going?” He said as he attempted to stand on sturdy feet.
"Sirius would do that to anyone, it’s not just you. I’ve seen him do it to James Potter actually, on occasion," she said softly, shrugging her shoulder and sighing softly. "He doesn’t come to St. Mungo’s at this point, and I’m really content with the people in my life not getting hurt and coming here to begin with." Emmeline kept her eyes on Antonin when he moved to the closet, digging through the pockets for a split second before tugging out a small box.
"First of all, this is Mungo’s, you don’t get to go until you’re at least mostly healed; second of all, if the Death Eaters were the ones that attacked you, I’m under obligation to report that to the Auror’s, and it isn’t up for debate or negotiation either," she said, raising her eyebrows for a split second, almost daring him to challenge her in that.
Do you want me to look at your back? I’m not as good a healer as you, but someone should check your work. I wish I could say I’m surprised Dung did that, but honestly… I really don’t know why Dumbledore let him in to begin with.
Because, as much as I absolutely hate it… the man does have connections, and is really good at going places unseen. It’s mildly impressive, if not annoying as all hell. -runs a hand through her hair- I should have someone double check it, yeah. Just… was going to attempt to come up with something when I saw Mary, but hadn’t quite thought that far ahead.
What did he do this time?
The bloody bastard disappeared in the middle of a fight. Which wouldn’t have been a problem, if I hadn’t found him sitting in a damn building sipping on tea while I attempted to heal my face and a gash on my back.
He frowned as he finally found his feet and stood all on his own. He looked away from her and around the bed as if he would find his jacket there. When she seemed cross that he wanted Alice Longbottom. He frowned as he returned his attention to her.
"She’s my friend if you must know. I had just finished purchasing a Christmas present for her." He glared daggers at her. "Now - where - is - my - jacket." He insisted enunciating each word.
Emmeline refrained from raising her eyebrows up at his reaction to her assitance, pushing himself to his feet as she shifted to give him room to be able to move. “She’s my friend as well, Dolohov, and last I checked… I wasn’t aware that you had any association with her,” she said, raising her eyebrows as she stepped back from the man, shrugging her shoulders. “The jacket is with the rest of your clothing in the closet, as is regular proceedure.” Emm shifted so she could point at the small opening in the corner that had a couple items hanging and another bag sitting on the floor. “We don’t make a habit out of stealing patients clothing unless we have to turn it into the Aurors.”
At her explanation he frowned and attempted to stand from the bed immediately falling forward and almost into the next bed where some other poor soul slept. He caught himself on the edge of his own bed as he collapsed to the floor.
"Do you know Alice…Alice Longbottom?" He asked seriously. "There was something in my jacket, for her. Please, where is it?
"Hey!" Emm said, jumping forward and trying to be careful about where she placed her hands, not wanting to pull any of the cuts open further than they already were. She already was probably going to have to apply more salve on them after that particular display. "You’re supposed to stay in one damn place, and not pull them back open, you know!” Emmeline was frustrated, irritable, and still a bit on edge about the fact that someone had put her and Sirius together in one place, not entirely sure whether or not whoever it was had any idea about the Order, if they were just lucky and mentioned it to the man in front of her. “What do you want with Longbottom?” she said gruffly, pull shifting so she could help support some of his weight as she motioned for him to try and stand again with her help.