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[didorothy]

[sitting on the floor, one leg bent with his knee propping his head up, the other curled in, his fingers pressing tightly to the calf]

I haven't seen any monsters for a while. Wonder how many are left? Hopefully, not a lot.

[looks down at his leg] And, uh. Medic, please?

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[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

[walks up to him, wand in hand, looking a little windswept from battles] I believe there may be more around, but I see them much less frequently now.

I know a bit about healing. Would you like me to take a look at your leg?

[didorothy]

[looks up at him, and nods] Yeah, thanks. Albus Dumbledore, right? [looks down again and laughs a little to himself]

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

Quite right, sir. And you are Mr. Tyler, I believe? [Bends down to look at Sam's leg. Examines it, thinks, mutters something to himself and then looks up at Sam.] Ah, I believe I should tell you that I will be using magic, in case you aren't familiar with it. I am sure you are used to strange things after being here, but I didn't want to, ah, alarm you. I assure you, I know what I am doing. [Holds his wand up to Sam's leg.]

[didorothy]

Sam Tyler, yeah. [gives him a smile] Whatever you do, it's got to be better than what I can get in 1973.

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

[smiles] Do you not, then, have magic in your world? [moves his wand down Sam's leg, mouthing something very slightly]

[didorothy]

Not as far as I know, no. Thanks.

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

[waves his wand a few more times.] Ah, yes, there we are. The pain should be gone as well.

[didorothy]

Thanks. [stands and tests his leg out a bit, turning and smiling at him] Ta, really.