A Goodfellow's Irony

[Grell Sutcliff]

Grell took a step back, as though he had been slapped. The girl's words had stung him slightly, as he hadn't expected such a tone out of someone so, so...flighty. For God's sake, the girl looked as though you could break her in half with a harsh breath of wind.

Giving a sarcastic huff, Grell rolled his eyes, at last motioning for the girl to follow him back to Puck's dorm. "Oh, very well. But you'd better not be lying, and I don't want any 'touchy-feely' nurses, if you know what I mean. Puck gets enough of that as it is," Grell said, turning on his heal with an irritated sigh. At least it hadn't been Tinkerbell tailing him, or else he knew that that would have occurred without question.

[Moppet]

Moppet let a small smile escape before she hid it. That had worked better that she had expected."You don't need worry about any 'touchy-feely nurses' stuff. I'm not interested in him at all, at least not like that. My only interest is making sure he doesn't hurt himself or anyone else.", she said as she walked beside the shinigami.

[Grell Sutcliff]

Grell glanced at her from the corner of his eye for a moment, regarding her in a cool, almost irritable way. He wasn't sure if he liked her or not, as he didn't like many people in the first place, but she seemed tolerable in the least. And, she wasn't interested in Puck, which was a start.

"Fine, but keep up!" Grell said sharply as they rounded a corner. At last, they had reached Puck's dorm, and pulling a key from his pocket, began to open the door. Stepping inside, he motioned for the girl to follow him, flipping on a light switch as he did so. Frowning at the room, Grell muttered to himself, "I must get to cleaning this place soon," and placed Puck onto the bed.

[Moppet]

As she stepped into the room it didn't take long to observe her surroundings, it was a gift she had always possessed. The room was pretty messy but she didn't care, all she was here for was to take care of the Puck, who needed immediate attention.

"Place him on the bed and get me some cold water and a clean rag while I remove his shirt so I can cool him down a bit, he's burning up!", she ordered in a voice that left no room for you to doubt that she was in charge and knew what she was doing. She knew what to do and she was proud of it, and she wasn't about to let anyone push her to the side and ignore her because she was a girl like they had done at her old school.

[Grell Sutcliff]

Grell stared at her for a moment, jaw falling slightly open in surprise at her demanding tone. Well...this he hadn't really suspected. He'd thought her to be one of those sniveling and nervous little girls that were so annoyingly present in large numbers at this school. He waited a moment, hands on his hips, before at last turning around to the bathroom to retrieve just what she had asked for.

"Alright, fine. But don't patronize me, child. I'm a more deadly butler than you would imagine," Grell scoffed, rolling his eyes as he handed her the rag.

Puck had since fallen into a light doze, but gently roused himself at hearing Grell's voice. Glancing at the two for a moment, dumbfounded, Puck at last sighed. "I suppose I'm dead now? That must mean I'm in the 'other place'. Funny, I imagined it being much hotter...hmm.." Puck tilted his head to the side at the revelation.

[Moppet]

Moppet struggled to stifle a small giggle and had to bite her tongue to hold it back. The poor boy didn't seem as bad off as she had feared, but then again looks were deceiving, especially in cases with hallucinations.

"I don't doubt that you are a magnificent butler and I wasn't trying to patronize you, but this boy needs help and I'm in no mood for doodling around when something needs to be done immediately, especially not right now. But all the same, I'm sorry if I came across as patronizing.".

Apologizing to people was the same as admitting you were wrong and that was something Moppet had always had trouble with. But Grell was different and she found that around him she wasn't afraid of admitting she was wrong, she trusted him for some odd reason.

Trusting people was something else she had had trouble with, because every time she trusted someone they abandoned her or stabbed her in the back, once quite literally. The revelation that she was showing this much emotion to this shinigami that she had just met was a little unsettling but she had no time to dwell on it because she had a task at hand, and it was urgent.

[Grell Sutcliff]

"Well...let's get to work on him," Grell said dismissing her apology with a wave of his hand. Normally, he would have been a bit more condescending and demanding about her actions, but right now he was more concerned with Puck's well-being.

"I'm terribly sorry about the mess," Grell sighed, sounding a bit like his human character for a moment. Glancing down at the bed, Grell couldn't help but giggle. "I hope he's at least cleaned his bed from the other night. Let's see...with a French boyfriend what would you all that? A little midnight rendezvous?" The shinigami smirked, pinching Puck's cheek teasingly. Unfortunately, it didn't have the same affect as it normally might. It was a little hard to blush when you were still trying figure out just why the hell the room was constantly spinning around you, as Puck was doing now.

[Moppet]

"Puck, can you hear me? Can you tell me what you see and hear?", she asked the boy in a soft voice that you wouldn't have guessed could come from the same girl who had been so demanding and strong just a moment ago, but then again she had been talking to Grell who was perfectly fine and now she was talking to Puck, who was not.

With deft fingers she quickly undid the boys shirt and began to cool him down with the cold compress. Then she turned and did something she had never done in front of other people: she used magic. Since she had left all her instruments in her room and it would take to long to get them herself she didn't want Grell in her room, going through her things, she had to summon them with magic.

She removed her stethoscope from the bag and listened to Pucks breathing and heartbeat. His heat was racing and his breathing was irregular and shallow but she didn't hear any wheezing or other sounds that would have alerted her to any internal injuries caused by the reaction.

"Well, he doesn't seem to have any internal damage, but that doesn't mean that it's not there. I'll have to keep a close eye on him for a few weeks but he should be OK, in that aspect at least." she said to Grell so that he didn't feel in the dark. She also hoped that it would put him at ease a bit because he apparently had some sort of affection for the poor boy.

Moppet then muttered a few spells under her breath to lower his fever and stop the hallucinations. "He should be fine now but I'll stay with him to cool him down and make sure he's safe. You can return to your class if you want."

[Grell Sutcliff]

Grell's eyes widened for a moment at the girl. Was she using...magic? Just what sort of girl had he invited into Puck's room? And now, she was asking to be left alone with the poor boy?

At first, Grell was unsure as to whether or not he should allow it, but then again, Puck could use magic, sick as he was. And this girl didn't seem "evil", per say. A little feisty, sure, but not evil. He supposed he'd be alright with her, and she did seem to know what she was doing.

"Alright, but I expect him to be in one piece when I get back!" Grell said, frowning slightly as he headed for the door. Opening it, he turned back one last time before heading out. "...Take care of him for me."

When at last the shinigami had gone, Puck slowly began to open his eyes, as he had fallen asleep again under the calming affects of Moppet's work. Muttering, he said, "Oh, hell....dammit, Grell, I wish you had woken me up. I just had the most killer nightmare-" The boy stopped short, catching sight of Moppet at last, and then realizing that he had no shirt. "Hello," he said uncertainly. "Who are you?"

[Moppet]

"Hello to you to Puck! I'm Moppet and right now I'm your doctor.", she said with a smile and a small giggle. "You gave us a scare there for a while, but now I think you'll find that you're all better now!"

[Puck]

Puck stared at the girl strangely for a moment, glancing about the room uncertainly. So it hadn't been a dream. He'd really been poisoned by...a mortal element. The thought nearly made the trickster sick once again.

Sighing, Puck leaned back more comfortably against the cushions. Smiling softly, the boy asked, "Well, doctor, just how long do you suppose I'll be laid up? I do have certain things I must be up to, you know. But I do thank you for your care. I just...would like to be out of it soon." The boy chuckled softly, flashing her a friendly grin.

[Moppet]

"I understand completely. I think you'll find you're fully recovered in a few hours, but I'm going to check in on you for a few weeks just to make sure there isn't anything that is dormant right now that shows up later. And if you experience anything... abnormal, please tell me.", she said with that same soft tone that she had used before.

"Now, tell me exactly what happened this morning and what made you so sick. Oh, and would you like me to go get Grell, he seemed very concerned about you?"

[Puck]

"No!" Puck said, a bit too quickly. Smiling sheepishly, he said, "Sorry. But no, you never need to try and get him back when he's gone. Half of my day is usually spent trying to get rid of him."

Smiling at her, Puck stretched his arms behind his head comfortably. "Well, I'm much obliged to your help then, madam. It would appear that I'm in your dept. Is there something you'd like for me to do for you once I"m well enough?"

[Moppet]

"Yes, actually, there is!", she exclaimed with a grin. Moving in closer and lowering her voice to little more than a whisper, she said, "You can show me around the school. I'm new here and I have no idea where anything is!" she said blushing with a small, embarrassed giggle.

"So, lets get you dressed again and then I'll check your room for any objects made of iron."

[Puck]

Puck smiled, nodding to what the girl had to say "Capital idea," he laughed, pulling his shirt back over his head quickly. He was feeling much more comfortable now than he had been a few moments ago, mostly thanks to Moppet, he supposed.

"Alright, then. I don't think you'll find much, seeing as how I've never had this sort of thing happen before," Puck shrugged. "And I'll be happy to help show you around. My friends might as well."