If not now, when? - Open

[Johnathon Harker]

Though John was not a constant resident of the ICU of St. Mungo's, he found himself spending a lot more time here then he would have liked. Three days a week John was suppose to turn up here for treatment, and for the past year nothing had been working. The vampire was more then alright with being a guinea pig for the newest potions and spells that have been created in the name of medicine, but no matter what they did Jon was still unable to remember anything about his past life. The last decent memory he obtained was just a little over a year ago, dreaming of bright lights and faceless people. John was convinced it was a total fluke - as was the rest of the medicine team that was working with him he was sure, but they always told him that it only meant he was getting better. His memory loss wasn't exactly something he let drag him down, but being able to remember his actual name would probably help.

Mr. Harker? a mediwitch entered his room, John sitting upon a table with a white gown on. He flashed her his best smile, she looking through a few papers that were on her clipboard. "Thats what they call me," he responded after a moment, the woman offering him a weak smile. Clearly she was tired. Well, unfortunately the potion we gave you did not have the intended affects we were hoping. Unless you happened to remember anything? John shook his head in a 'no' fashion, sighing. You know, your memory loss case is fascinating, started the witch, taking a seat in her chair and looking to John. We are still unable to find out what exactly caused the accident, whether it be head trauma or a spell, but the fact that you only remember little bits at a time show us that all this therapy is working, but it's a strange way to get your memory back. Normally people either get it all at once or not at all, she offered him, John merely nodding and offering a relatively fake smile. He appreciated what she was doing but he has heard it all before from several people. It'll come back to you in a snap, John don't worry, and You're case is rather in-depth. It has been a very long time since he woke up without his memory, and all he really wanted was to get it back.

"Is that all, Miss Hemmingway?" John finally spoke after a few moments of silence, the mediwtich nodding. Thats it, John. I'll see you the same time tomorrow? "Tomorrow?" John questioned. "But I thought - " Is that not a good day for you? I'm sorry we've been having you come in almost everyday the past few weeks, but the staff here really feels as though they might be able to find a solution. We think we are very close, pushed the mediwitch, Jon sighing. "Yeah, I can come by," he told her with a weak smile, the mediwitch nodding before exiting the room so he could change. John did so quickly, putting back on the suit he had wore when he got there, considering he came right from work. However he did not put on his suit jacket or his tie. He left his top button unbuttoned and drapped both his tie and jacket over his arm before running a hand through his messy head of hair. "Time to go home," he murmured to himself before exiting the room.

Making his way through the ICU John found himself to be a lot more familiar with this place then he would care to admit. He knew every which way to go and was actually on friendly terms with all the mediwtiches. It was sad really; He was here more then he was at his own home. John shook his head at the thought, stopping at the Mediwitch station where one of his favorite workers sat. "Looking lovely today, Kate," he told her with a smile. Oh you flatter me John. Don't you have a hot date to get to? she asked, John laughing politely at her comments. "I'm afraid I'm on my own tonight - that is, unless you'd like to join me?" he asked with a sly smirk, the woman laughing. Dinner with a vampire? I'm afraid I'll be on the menu, she teased, John shaking his head. "Clever woman. I'll see you tomorrow, Kate," he told her with a wink, turning around to leave. All the stench of death in blood in there was making him pretty hungry.

For a moment his mind ventured off to Sarah. How it was she could work in St. Mungo's was beyond him. He glanced behind him for a moment as if looking for someone before he felt his front collide with another person. Dropping his jacket and tie John immediately apologized before even seeing who it was. "I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention."

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[Chloë Delacroix]

Step one: Get a job. Well, technically, what Chloë needed was to get her job back. No better place to start than at the source. St. Mungo’s. She needed to relax if she was going to be even remotely successful. But what she really needed was a better plan of action—frankly any plan of action was better than her shot in the dark.

Impossible, impossible, impossible. That was all that would run through Chloë’s mind. Infecting every thought and distracting her from her task. It was late in the day but the Delacroix really just needed a feel for the hospital again. It smelled the same, sterile and uncomfortable and it even looked the same despite the changes. Unsure of where to begin, the petite worked her way up from the first floor to the fourth. She spent an excessively detailed amount of time on the third, as it was where she wanted to spend the most time. It was strange to think that she’d find her home surrounded by victims of poison. But Chloë was one to put people in the hospital for the sake of healing them, at least she used to be. Only time would tell.

Upon her arrival on the fourth floor, it seemed to be much busier, oddly enough. Thankfully, she sported dark jeans and a white button up shirt, which allowed for her to weave in between all the employees and patients with ease. Her height keeping her unnoticed and allowing her to avoid the awkward question of what she was doing. That was, until someone collided with her. The tiny girl stumbled back in confusion for a moment. Lucky for her and everyone else, she managed to avoid stumbling into a cart of medical equipment and causing pure chaos. Regaining her balance she leaned down and picked up his dropped jacket and tie. “N-no, no. Neither was I. Here.” She spoke quietly, offering him back his tie and jacket.