Afternoon Shock [Peter]

[Bridgette C. Hamett]

Bridgette's shift had just started. It was creepy, not a single student was in the hospital wing. " how odd" she spoke to herself as she looked over recorded of past patients. " still very odd..." she said once again to herself as she placed the clipboard on the desk and moved swiftly towards the door. she opened it slowly and stuck her head out for a moment and looked around.

empty

it was still rather odd that it was so empty . Of course she didn't want to complain. she was the only one working at this time and for a few more hours to come. She moved back in to the room and looked over the beds. she decided to do some cleaning. first. she made all the beds, all twenty-four of them, there was another room, hidden but she didn't want to deal with that. "hmm..." she thought of what to do next and her mind lead her to come cleaning supplies, she started cleaning all the trays that could slid up to the patient if they wanted it. clean things were always good in the hospital.

"well.. that didn't take very long..." she almost complained. it was getting a little too] boring for her. Bridgette moved towards the medicine cabinet and started organizing the medicine, first by what it treats and then placing them in alphabetical order. that took a rather large about of time... she also straighten out some needles that hadn't been used yet and were still in the packaging. Finally, after finishing that she returned the main desk in the room to start paperwork that should be done that she had actually been avoiding because she was just going to leave it for Iain to hopefully do seeing as she didn't quite understand it.

Suddenly! Bridgette heard the door open, excited for the fact someone might be here in need of help, she jumped out of her seat to greet them. but when she looked up, no one was there. Her mind was simply playing tricks on her now. that was something she couldn't afford to have.

_{not my best sorry xD I'm half asleep atm}

[Peter E. Pettigrew]

Darkness reached for him. The sounds of screams could be heard reverberating from the inky black void that engulfed him. Cold seeped into every core of his very existence. Someone laughed. It was the high pitched and manically deranged laughter of someone who was not completely sane.

Fear gripped him in his own personal prison and hell. More screams, a struggle and he felt himself loose his footing and land on the cold, hard, floor. Then something changed suddenly. He was no longer lying on the floor. Someone shouted and instead he was lost in pain.

The searing hot pain of a thousand white hot knives stabbing into him as if his very flesh were nothing but butter. He screamed, tears fell from his eyes that were closed against the agony. He flailed wildly, helplessly, falling into pain induced madness and then, suddenly, it was no more.

Peter opened his eyes and found himself on his back looking up at a ceiling. There were no screams, instead there was silence and Peter lifted his head to stare into the eyes of every student seated at their desk in class.

Peter looked wildly around for a moment as the realization finally came to him. He wasn’t being cursed; he wasn’t in a dark place full of the insane screams of those afflicted. He was in school and Peter had fallen asleep in class. He looked up into the rather stern and yet strangely concerned face of a teacher. He felt slightly dazed and confused and couldn’t connect a name to her. A shiver ran down his spine, feeling the need to flee. Words poured from his mouth in a tumble of random and barely coherent words. “Good not feel. Hospital wing maybe. Go, I now.”

He jumped up and without permission or even to collect his books Peter rushed from the room almost as if his very life depended on it. Vaguely he noticed a bell ring and students converging like milling ants into the schools corridors, most of the students making their way to the Great Hall where a midday meal could be found. Peter felt trapped within the jostling crowd of laughing and chattering students.

He remembered that he was supposed to go to the hospital wing, or more precisely that he had said he needed to go there, so that is what he did. As students made their way to lunch, Peter made his way to the hospital wing. Rushing up to the doors and entering them as quickly as he could. His eyes still slightly wide in bone numbing fear as he slammed the door closed and leaned against it not completely sure why he had come. He felt complete weariness wash over him as some of the adrenalin seeped from his veins.

[Bridgette C. Hamett]

at this moment, Bridgette was slowly catching up on well needed paperwork. mainly just documenting who came in, at what time and why they came in. that was mainly about patients. visitors normally were written down. normally anyways. The sudden loud noise made her jump. no not just jump. but jump so hard that she fell backwards off her chair. she laid there for a moment before slowly crawling up and standing up.

Bridgette examined who had just walked in. Peter Pettigrew, she assumed it was him because Sirius Black would always going on about his friends every time he was in here which was a lot. " Hello, what might be troubling you today?" she projected her voice seeing as the desk had to be a good thirty feet away. Bridgette started towards him. her heels clicking on the floor, it echoed through the entire room which could get a little annoying after a while. Bridgette brushed her white dress down as she grew closer to him, she brushed her bangs behind her ear, they were too long to hang in front but they were to short to be pulled back into a bun like the rest of her hair. It was a rather awkward length but she also thought of trimming them or pinning them back, alas she didn't have a pin on her this day.

"Mr. Pettigrew, what ales you?"

Bridgette made her way towards a bed, on the right side about in the middle. " If you wish to lay down you this one. freshly made." she gestured to the bed with a smile on her face. Her eyes noticed the bed next to it wasn't made correctly "Iain" she muttered under her breath as she moved to the incorrectly made med. " I've taught you a billion times and you still get it incorrect" she sighed lightly and she started to remake the bed. honestly, she didn't know if it was Iain's fault, maybe she had done it herself so she would notice it later and have something to do if things got boring. which they did until her living daylights was scared out of her. Which she could see herself actually doing.

she finished folding the bed correctly and turned back to peter with a smiled on her face.