Ending up in St Mungo's was never a pleasant affair. There was some solace in the fact that it wasn't exactly his screwing up that had landed him here this time - but not very much. Considering that he was still in pain, and he still needed to get everything sorted out.
He'd nearly had them. A couple more spells, and then he would have been fine. However, they weren't playing fair - not that Gus really expected them to, considering that they were Dark Wizards - and a second had appeared out of god damn nowhere and sent a hex in his direction. Ignatius was not particularly pleased. He also wasn't pleased about the paperwork that he was going to have to do to record all of this either.
His joints felt stiff, and getting himself to St Mungos had been all sorts of excruciating. Now that he was sitting down, he never wanted to get up again. That aside, he probably looked like a bit of a mess, with other scrapes and cuts that he'd gotten in the fight.
Now, if he was very lucky, he wasn't going to bang into Sebastian while he was here. Though considering how often Rei said he seemed to work, that seemed like a possibility. Maybe he could just see him in the distance and not have to deal with him?
Somewhat surprisingly, things at the hospital were sort of slow. Maybe people were finally developing some common sense, though Seb did have his doubts about that one. There would never be a lack of people doing really stupid things. But as it was, things were quiet and things were slow and Sebastian had long ago learned to take comfort in the little things. Maybe he'd get the time to get through the mound of paperwork slowly piling on his desk because he neglected it to be on the floor with the rest of his team.
He was just making his way back to his office when he spotted a flash of blonde hair and looked to see a man he, somewhat begrudgingly recognized as Aurelia's brother. He probably should have kept going. He probably should have let someone else handle it because he was technically compromised from his relationship to a relative, but instead of leaving well enough alone, Sebastian walked over to Ignatius.
"What have you done this time?" he asked as he gave the man a once over. Nothing looked life-threatening but that didn't mean there wasn't anything.
Luck did not seem to be on his side at all, because he saw Sebastian in the distance - and was hoping that would be the, vaguely seeing him, and that's all - encounter for the day. But no, considering that Sebastian than decided to walk over to him. Which considering, he was a healer, this was a hospital, and Gus was a patient, was probably the right thing to be doing. But it still might have been nicer for both of them.
"Got hit my a curse by some dark wizard I was chasing," he answered with a shrug of his shoulders, that then made him wince. Okay, trying to avoid that one again. "All my joints are stiff, and pained, and hurt like hell when I try to move them," he explained. It was not a nice spell. Again - not surprising, considering that these were dark wizards that he were after, who tended to not care about throwing around nasty spells. "And a couple of others scrapes, but they're clearly just surface wounds. They'll heal." He got battered a little bit on the job, the cuts and bruises and other small things were just part of the course.
As the man explained his ailment, Sebastian could only look at him for a moment. "So you went from giving yourself the migraine of the century to giving yourself magical arthritis?" Or well he supposed Ignatius hadn't given it to himself, but the comparison was valid all the same. "You're going to hate this, but I need to get you to a proper examination room. I can't do it in the... well, I could actually." He paused for a moment to consider the options before deciding he'd take pity and do this right in the foyer. Sighing softly to himself, he reached out for one of Gus's arms to gently move the elbow joint a bit to test if there was physical force involved or just magical. "Do you recall any sort of incantation?"
"Okay, but I didn't actually give myself this one," he protested, making a face. He wasn't sure if that was better or worse, to be honest. On one hand, it was him fucking things up, but at least he wasn't getting thrown deadly spells at him. "Go hard, or go home?" he joked weakly. "Really wouldn't mind going home, actually," he said with a wince.
At the prospect of moving into an examination room, Gus groaned. He never wanted to move again. Getting here had been hellish. "If you could do that I'd - ow fuck," he said as his arm was moved, and had to fight against the instinct to yank his arm away. "Uh," he scrunched his face, trying to see if he recalled a spell. "There was - no," that had been the one before it, that had narrowly missed him. He couldn't remember the whole spell, but he thought that he got the start, so gave Seb that bit.
Doing his best to ignore Ignatius's mumblings and general pained noises, Sebastian conducted his exam. It was a bit strange to be doing it in the waiting room, but he wasn't so cruel as to force the man to walk into an examination room when they didn't technically need to. He did tune in when Gus finally got around to answering the question he'd asked, only to be disappointed with a no. "Well that makes it more difficult...." he muttered mostly to himself. "There are five different spells that could cause this reaction and the counterspells for two of them react poorly when used on the wrong one."
Listening to the healer, Ignatius frowned. "So what's the good news?" he joked, and then made a face. This wasn't exactly the most reassuring visit to St Mungo's he'd had in his life. "React poorly how? Where on the line of minor inconvenience and might kill me, are we standing?" Was that the right question to be asking. Who knew.
"Maybe I'll just retire early. I can go into old age at thirty right? I've got the arthritis, get a walking stick, the paper. We're fine." He sighed and then went to lean back in the chair. "Ow fuck, bad decision," he winced.
As Ignatius asked his question, Sebastian had to do his best to not cringe in response because the answer was firmly on the lines of not good. "Uhhh, they both usually cause death. There's been a case or two where they haven't when used incorrectly but the people in those...." He grimaced a bit.
"It might be safer if you did that," he agreed. The idea of retiring at thirty was laughable to him though. He had too much left to give to the world to pull away now. When the man went to move, Seb moved to stop him but was too late. "Please stop moving."
At Sebastian's words, Ignatius grimaced. "Great..." he muttered. That was not exactly the most reassuring words to be hearing. It was a little different acknowledging that a wrong move out in the field could end up with him dead, than hearing words right out of a healer's mouth. "What's the plan of attack then?"
"In theory, at least," he mused. He never could have retired. He'd only been back as a Hit Wizard for about a year now, and there had been a reason that he had come back. Those reasons were still there now. "Yeah," he said wincing again. "I think that's a good idea." Moving was really not ending well for him.
The situation was entirely frustrating, but that was part of Seb's job. Sometimes people didn't know what they'd been hit with and it was his job to figure it out so he could help them. Though more often than not it wasn't something as dangerous or as easily screwed up as this one. Most of the spells wouldn't kill the person if the wrong countermeasure was used. "We run a few more tests to try and narrow down which spell it was," he said sighing softly. What a fun day.
Though he'd just told the other man to stop moving, Seb really did need to get him out of the waiting area. They couldn't very well do the tests out in the open. That was dangerous. "Actually on second thought, I need you to get up," he said as he internally winced. He didn't like causing people pain in order to figure out the problem but sometimes he had to. "We need to get to an exam room to test things."
Try to narrow it down. That didn't seem particularly reassuring. Ignatius frowned slightly, this was starting to get somewhat concerning. He just kind of figured that since he'd made it through the blow, once he got to the hospital he'd be okay. "What if you can't determine with complete certainty what it is?" He questioned, his tone relatively calm for the situation. "Then what happens?"
At being told he'd have to stand, Ignatius made a noise. "Oh, moving, wonderful," he muttered. Maybe he could just stay here and never move again. Okay that was somewhat ridiculous, yet still tempting. Clenching his teeth together, and grimacing, he got himself up to his feet. Trying to ignore the bucketload of pain that shot through him.
Sebastian frowned sharply. He wasn't entirely sure what would happen if he couldn't pinpoint which counter he needed, but he wasn't going to let Gus in on that. He had enough practice at this that he could confidently fake confidence in the situation. "I'll figure out which one it is," he said. "I do actually know what I'm doing you know."
Instinctively Seb moved to help Gus stand up, taking caution with the action in case it caused more pain on the blonde's behalf. As he did so, his eyes roamed over to gauge reactions and see if there were any clues he could pick up from the action. "The first one should be empty, so not going too far," he assured him.
"Well there's a relief," he murmured, still frowning a little. Getting himself injured and patched up again wasn't enjoyable as it was. Let alone when you added a spell that the wrong counterspell could kill him. That was not exactly up on the list of things that he needed in his life.
"Okay." His body really had not liked pushing it into a standing position. It was probably not going to enjoy moving to another room. He took a breath, and gritted his teeth slowly moving in that direction. It was slow and painful progress, but he got there in the end. Breathing harder, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to react too badly to the pain. Merlin, he never wanted to move again.
As the other man made his way to the room Seb had indicated, he hovered just in case he had to act quickly to stop him from falling over or something. That would probably only make things worse, as if they weren't already bad enough. This was going to be a fun process, because he had to proceed very carefully. It was one of those times he would have to trust the other healers to hold the fort down because he couldn't just drop things to attend other matters.
"Sit wherever you're feeling," he said as he moved to dig through a cabinet. "The exam bed, the chair, the floor..." He didn't really want that last one, but if it was more comfortable for the patient.
Eyes flickering between the opens, Gus debated them. Bending down to get onto the floor didn't seem like it would be happening - unless he fancied just falling and hoping for the best, and that seemed like a sure fire why to hurt himself more. Neither did he like the prospect of getting up onto the exam bed, so he settled for the chair. That seemed like the least painful of the options.
"Fuck," he hissed through his teeth at the pain that that caused. By instinct he went to clench his hand, to try fight against the pain, but attempting to do that shot pain through his hand. Clenching his teeth, and squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to bite back any noise.