The map on the wall lit with location of the emergency. Prudence Hathaway’s throat tensed in dread as Diagon Alley was illuminated. With a wave of her hand, the whole map of the Uk disappeared and the intricate row upon row of buildings were listed with the correct address. She breathed a sigh of relief upon discovering that it wasn’t Honor’s shop. She had onced love the thrill of working the summoning center in St. Mungo’s. There was something some good about rushing into unknown situations and being the aspect that pulled a witch or wizard from death’s door. Though most of them were either false alarms or minor problems that caused the witch or wizard to panic. Still, she had loved it until she was summoned to Diagon Alley to see her sister bleeding on the floor. Since then, every time the light went off, it was like being zapped with a toxic combination of fear and dread, not that she would ever have her coworkers see it. She quickly set up a return portkey for patient to return on, grabbed her medical bag and apparated.

A woman was nearly naked in the corner of the shop. Prudence barely had time to register what exact shop it was before she was pushing the panicking man aside to survey the damage. The woman was covered with short and long knife wounds, horizontal and vertical. Pru quickly fell to her knees and started working.

“Honey, can you tell me your name?” She asked as she checked the woman’s pulse. Fast. Too fast. Skin - Clammy. The possibility of the woman dying from shock was greater at this moment from dying of blood loss. She immediately laid on some warming spells and pulled a warming blanket from her bag. Prudence started laying down some healing spells to start the cuts to mending and also finished reading the vitals.

She pulled the disk that was the size of her palm from underneath her healer robes. The St. Mungo logo and motto were inscribed upon on side. She held up the disk to her mouth and started speaking in it.

“Trama unit required for female, twenties. AB positive blood type. 2 liters of blood lost. Possibly more. Severe damage to limbs, major arteries missed as well as torso and ribcage, major organs missed. Pulse Rate...150. Pressure low,” she commanded, her words quick but enunciated so that they team of healers wouldn't miss anything.

“Just hold on, honey. We’ll get you fixed right up. Stay awake,” she demanded, shining the tip of her wand into the victim’s eyes to judge how dilated the pupils were.

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