The Doctor's In (Open)

A knock came from the door and a thin Asian kid popped his head in. He had fluffy hair and a mischievous dimpled smile. "This is the infirmary, innit? Could you fix me up pal?" He held up his arm, which was covered in blood.
Jake had been practicing combat magic with Justin, a follower of Horus, and gotten his @ss handed to him. Of course Justin was more experienced but the memory of his beautiful crocodile avatar flickering out of existence filled him with fresh shame. He giggled it off. Sure he wasn't gonna be Brooklyn's Coolest Magician Ever anytime soon, but training was training and failing just a part of it. No need to fret.
Speaking of cool magicians, Jake's eyes fixed on the guy with the scroll. Tall, dark-skinned, in spotless white linen clothes and a khopesh on his back, he looked like the type of guy you don't wanna mess with. Hezekiah. Combat magician. Path of Sekhmet. He was one of the elders of Brooklyn House. Jake had met him when he first arrived here, about 3 weeks prior. They hadn't talked much since, mainly because Jake hung out with the newbie crew rather than with the oldies, but he still saw him at meal times.  

"The classic. I did combat magic with Justin and it went t!ts up." Despite the slashes in his arm, Jake was looking relaxed. With all the accidents and hospital trips he'd had even before coming to the 21st Nome, he was accustomed to this kind of stuff. Getting f:cked up was his second nature.
He hopped on the patient table and got comfortable. The wound was still oozing some blood, with yellow pus coming out already. Yum. Jake glanced around the infirmary to distract himself.... the shelves, the books, the bay windows over Manhattan. Like everything else in Brooklyn House, it was pretty fancy. He looked up at Hezekiah with a toothy grin. "What's the verdict, doctor? Suppositories?"

Skinny kid? "You had to go there," Jake mock-grumbled. He let Hezekiah clean up the wound, which stung a bit, but with the soothing vanilla candles floating around and the goddamn impressive view, he wasn't gonna complain. The infirmary was nothing like the hospitals he'd been to in the past. No disgusting smell of pills and antiseptics, no crude light. Healing hieroglyphs floated up and down.... cabinets full of supplies and potion jars ..... Sekhmet's fountain gurgled to his right...
If it weren't for his wound, he'd totally enjoy being here. "Is it bad?" he eventually asked, a bit more seriously.

Even with Jaz' healing potion, Jake scrunched up his mouth. His skin stretching, the scarring process speeding up...It wasn't a pleasant feeling at all. His whole arm burned and stung. But a few moments later the slash already seemed better and Jake's face lifted into his trademark grin. "Wow! Cool spell, man! Can I do cartwheels now?"

"Aye aye capt'n." Jake wiggled his arm as a test. No pain shot up, no bloody agony. Only vaguely uncomfortable tingling sensations. Wonderful! He shot up from the bed and hopped on the floor. "I f#cking love magic!" he grinned and did a picture perfect handstand. Then crumpled to the ground butt over head. Jake quickly got back to his feet and flicked away a glowing hieroglyphs caught in his clothing. "You didn't see that."

"Lalala I cant hear you!" Jake sang as he skipped through the infirmary like a deflating helium balloon. He skidded to a halt at the door, gave Hezekiah a big wave, and jumped out of the room. A few moments later, a muffled crashing sound could be heard as he tried another handstand.