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The Doctor and The Master of Death	By : LadyLaran Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 3025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note – I’m pleased as punch by the reactions so far on this. Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed. You guys are so very amazing!
Disclaimer – I do not own “Harry Potter” or “Doctor Who.” I also do not make any money from this story.
Chapter Four – The Nurse and the Healer
Rory followed the healers into a very well lit room; he could spot vials and pots that contained liquids and pastes, and it reassured him a bit more to see that. It reminded him a bit of the old fashioned homeopathic ways of healing that he had a hobby of studying.
As he watched, the goblins began casting spells to diagnose the injuries that had been caused during the wizard’s imprisonment. Fortunately for him, the odd looking creatures shared the results of their spells and that made him feel a bit more included.
“Dehydrated, malnourished, six cracked ribs,” the head healer began listing. “Some internal bleeding, fractured wrist, skull fracture, and signs of major spell damage. We’ll need to start with the internal bleeding,” she ordered.
The nurse stayed out of the way, watching them work. It was fascinating to see how the magical healing worked, especially the potions and salves that were used. He resolved to himself to study the homeopathic ways in more detail once the opportunity presented itself.
One of the goblins noticed his fascination and began explaining what they were using and the other uses the potions and salves had. He absorbed the information, curious if non-magical people could make these potions and use them.
Despite all of the magic available, there were a few muggle techniques used and Rory was happy to help with that. While they prepared an IV bag with fluids to rehydrate their patient as well as adding certain potions into the bag help with healing, the nurse started the IV with practiced ease. Once the bag was ready, he got it going for them and hung it on the stand.
When the patient roused for a moment, Rory was the one to check his eyes, fishing a small penlight from his pocket to do so.
“Pupils are equal and reactive,” he commented to the others before asking the standard questions to see how oriented Lord Potter-Black was to date, time, and location. Understandably, he could name the year but couldn’t say what the day or month was due to the fact he had been captive for so long. However, the wizard did know who the Prime Minister was.
“Well oriented considering what he’s been through,” Rory told the head goblin, stepping back as the healers cast more spells and eased the man’s pain.
“Indeed,” Diamanna answered. “He’s responded to treatment quite well and should be ready to leave with you late this evening if he continues to respond this rapidly.”
“Fast considering the amount of injuries he had,” Rory replied. “I wish we had access to some of this stuff in the non-magical world.”
“Some of our potions and salves can be marketed in the muggle world,” she replied. “Most potion masters don’t bother with it because muggles are more focused on the chemical based medications.”
“Sad because more and more people are returning back to the natural ways of medicine,” he told the goblin. “I’ve been trying to learn what I can about it, but it’s slow going considering how erratic my schedule is with travelling with the Doctor.”
“Most healing potions do not require magic to make them,” Diamanna informed him. “This may be something for you to study when you have time.”
He gave a bright smile at that, pleased to know he could learn about this. If it revolved around medicine, Rory had a very huge interest in it and often read up on new medical breakthroughs as well as how healing was handled throughout history.
“I think I’d like that,” he said to her. “Maybe I’ll find time to get the books and study.”
“Lord Potter-Black might have the resources to loan you so you can study while travelling,” she suggested. “I’m certain the books he has in his various libraries that he can call for before all of you leave on your trip.”
“I’ll try to ask before we go,” he answered, keeping an eye on their sleeping patient. “Hopefully, we’ll have time to do so.”
“Gringotts will keep all of you safe until it’s time for you to depart,” Diamanna reassured him. “There will be enough time to prepare everything. We received a message to ensure how his control is after we wake him. Apparently, the Lord of Time is worried about how his vessel will react to Lord Potter-Black’s magic.”
“The TARDIS is rather temperamental,” Rory admitted, knowing very well how fussy the craft could be. “There’s times she doesn’t get us to where we thought we were going, but the Doctor said that she always get us to where we need to go.”
“The ship is sentient?”
“She is,” he said to her, getting comfortable on the seat beside the bed where their patient lay. The other goblins had disappeared, leaving the monitoring of Lord Potter-Black to the human and head healer.
“That must make life interesting,” the goblin said, settling herself after casting another diagnostic charm. “Bones are healing well,” she observed. “The work done on the internal damage has taken and going well too. I rather like how the wrists are looking, healing up rather nicely and no signs of infection at all.”
“Amazing,” he said. “Breaks like that take quite a bit of time in the non-magical world. Internal injuries can have a long healing period as well.”
Diamanna got up, handing him a pot of salve. She had the same type of pot and moved to the patient’s chest.
“You don’t have the claws so you’ll need to apply that to his face and neck,” Diamanna instructed since her own claws would potentially cause injury over the delicate skin on the areas she’d designated for the human to attend to. “It’s a bruise salve that will aid in healing them.”
Rory opened the pot, taking a sniff of the contents and blinking. It smelled a bit floral, not heavy at all.
“How thick should I apply it,” he asked.
“Be generous,” she told him, working on the bruising on their patient’s torso. “The salve will be absorbed quickly so you’ll want to make more than one application of it.”
“Right,” he answered, applying thick layers of the salve over the bruised skin of the wizard’s face and neck. He watched as the salve seemed to disappear, and he applied another layer.
“We’ll do three applications and then wait to see what heals before doing it again,” Diamanna informed him, adding her next layer of the salve.
Rory finished the last application, then covered the pot and set it aside. He washed his hands, drying them carefully before resuming his seat.
“Bag’s almost done,” he commented, watching as she cast another spell to see where his hydration level was.
“He’ll need another one,” she replied, going to set up the potions into the hydrating fluid. Once she was done, he swapped the bags with ease.
As they waited, they discussed medical practices in both the magical and non-magical worlds. It was a conversation Rory thoroughly enjoyed, and he could tell that she was enjoying it as well. Both of them were learning from the other, and the nurse resolved to find a way to study the potions books to see if he couldn’t open a small shop during his free time since he was more of a fill-in at the local hospital and not full time.
The conversation lasted a while, pausing only when they had to change IV bags or apply more salve to aid in their patient’s healing. Their dialogue stopped when they heard a soft sound coming from the bed, and Rory was the first one up and checking on him.
Bright green eyes stared at him with a look of confusion and wariness in their depths.
“Good to see you’re awake,” the nurse began. “I’m Rory Williams, and I’ve been working with Master Healer Diamanna. How are you feeling,” he asked as the goblin cast more diagnostic spells.
“Confused,” he said. “How and when did I get here? Gringotts, yeah?”
“Yes, you’re in Gringotts. As to how and when you got here, well that, Lord Potter-Black, is an interesting tale,” the goblin told him. “Before we tell it, are you in any pain at all?”
“A little sore and mostly stiff,” he replied, voice full of respect as he did so.
She turned, picking up a small potions vial, and handed it to him.
“Level three pain reliever combined with a mild muscle relaxant to help with the stiffness,” the healer informed her patient, knowing of his well-earned paranoia. After he downed the contents, she set it aside and resumed her seat.
“You need to finish the last bag of fluids before we let you up,” Diamanna told him. “This young man was one of several to help rescue you today. He can share the story with you while we wait.”
Rory told him the tale, explaining a few things about the Doctor and his craft, and once he was done, the green eyed male shook his head.
“Absolutely amazing,” he murmured. “I owe all of you a huge debt; I would never have been able to get out of there on my own.”
“I’m just glad we were able to help,” the nurse told the other man. “You’ll be travelling with us for a while until things settle down and you’re ready to come back.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother,” the nobleman said softly, making Rory chuckle and wave the question away.
“We’re positive. Trust me, the Doctor loves an audience. He can be a bit of a show-off, but he does make things interesting,” he grinned. “Adventure is never an issue with him. It’s always fairly busy when you travel on the TARDIS.”
“I can’t wait to see this craft you describe, Mr. Williams.”
Rory made a soft noise, shaking his head at the formality. This wouldn’t do at all.
“I don’t stand much on formality so call me Rory,” he told him. “My wife goes by Amelia or Amy, and she’ll insist on the same thing when you meet her. The Doctor generally calls us ‘the Ponds’ and forgets I don’t use her last name.”
“You can call me Harper,” the wizard said. “I don’t go much by my nickname anymore; when things got bad, they made a mockery of it and I decided to use my more formal first name with those I am comfortable around. Fewer bad memories associated with it.”
“Harper it is then,” he agreed. “It’s nice to meet you, and I’m very glad you’re doing better. You had us worried there, mate.”
“I had myself worried,” he answered, shaking his head. “I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get out of there, and they were determined I wouldn’t leave. I really owe you guys.”
“We had help, though we weren’t planning on it at the time. Your friends, Luna and Neville, had plans in place for when we showed up. The only reason we were able to get to you was because of her, and he arranged a distraction for when we had to leave so no one was in our area.”
“I’ll make sure to thank them,” Harper commented quietly.
“You’ll get the chance to,” Rory assured him. “They’re coming here to say goodbye before you leave with us. Luna was quite adamant on it.”
“It’ll be good to see them,” he said, rubbing his face with the hand that didn’t have the IV in it.
“Lord Ragnok has asked me to get a list from you regarding any items you want with you,” Diamanna informed her patient. “He said your estates and vaults have been locked so no one but you or your account manager can access them. I will help you draw up that list, and he can ensure it is all here before your journey begins.”
“I appreciate that,” Harper replied to her.
Rory rose from his seat, smiling a bit as he did so.
“I should let Amy and the Doctor know you’re awake,” he told the pair. “I’ll be back in a bit to check up on you. That IV should be ready to come out in forty-five minutes so I’ll be back before then,” he promised, heading out the door to give the nobleman some privacy to set his affairs into order.
The nurse had a good feeling about their new travelling companion and couldn’t wait to see how the Doctor and Amy would react around him.
Author’s End Note - Well, there’s another chapter done! I hope everyone has enjoyed it, and please let me know what your thoughts on it are. Take care! ~ Laran
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