just a case of paranoia (open) Oct 23, 2013 18:43:04 GMT
Post by xavier axel merit on Oct 23, 2013 18:43:04 GMT
The Hospital Wing staff were familiar with Xavier at this point. He didn't get sick often but he did suffer from just slight paranoia and was always convinced that something was wrong at the tiniest hint of, well anything he consider abnormal in his body. Today it had been a sneeze. One sneeze that he was sure was going to lead to something terrible. He couldn't get deathly ill. He needed to be alive so he could accomplish more great things. He wasn't even out of school yet. He wanted to graduate from Hogwarts and then go back into the science field at home. He wanted to make world changing discoveries and figure out if there was a scientific way to explain magic. He couldn't do any of that if he was dead. Well, unless he discovered a way to transplant his mind into an artificial body. That might allow him to be dead at work at the same time. Though he supposed that technically if his mind was alive he would still be alive too.
For someone with such a great mind, Xavier overreacted a lot. Perhaps it was because of his brain that he overreacted though. He was capable of playing out several different scenarios in his head and right now he didn't think any of them were pleasant. Of course, Xavier wouldn't have called it overreacting. He would have said he was just being prepared for whatever was thrown his way. Which left him sitting on an empty bed in the hospital wing waiting for the nurse to come back. “Oh just take me to St. Mungo's.” He was sure it was going to be horrible. He would settle for a muggle hospital too. Maybe he had just caught something normal and regular medicines could take care of it.
He sneezed again and moaned. “This is awful. I'm really dying.” He sniffed, obviously being a little unintentionally dramatic, and grabbed a few tissues.