Jorlai listened to the angry voice of the man floating through the curtain as he quite effectively chased the orderlies out of her, well she supposed it was now their, hospital room. He seemed pretty prickly, personality wise if she was completely honest he was probably a lot more like her than she cared to think about. She settled back against the headboard of the bed with a somewhat smug little smirk tweaking her mouth, arms once again folded in front of her. So…maybe she should try having a little fun for once since the accident.
"Swearing in front of a little kid, mister? Shame on you," she piped out from where she sat. She held her breath as she waited for a response. If she hadn't already mastered the art of suppressing a chuckle when times demanded a straight face, she'd probably already be giggling with anticipation. As it was she was glad there were curtains to hide the way she was pressing her lips together into a line thin enough to cut off any potential sound escape. How would he respond?
The tiny voice caught Adler's attention, giving him only a moment to forget about the surging pain. "If you haven't heard that before, you're living a very sheltered life." He said before turning his attention back to the pain. In all honesty, he could care less that he had cursed in front of a child. "Besides, she was asking for it. Now leave me be."
"Well I can't argue that she wasn't asking for it, given that she's landed me in a room with a barmy lickarse like you. I was supposed to have the place to myself, but no. I'm stuck sharing it because a group of nurses got their panties in a twist over some man," Jorlai shot back. "I was promised privacy from both the Ministry and MACUSA for this little expedition, now I've got to spend my time within several feet of blithering idiot day and night. They'd better give me a raise when I get back."
"Listen here, you little goblin." Adler shot back immediately, gritting his teeth between words as the pain began to grow. "First, my father is Irish, so I can understand it when some stuck up, little, Irish Lassie-" He said with pure boiling mockery. "-is calling me a kiss ass." Adler shifted in his bed, uncomfortably. The pain was beginning to get unbearable. "Second, I didn't ask for this. It's not my fault that none of the women in this damn country have ever seen a male Veela before!" Adler shouted, the curse was beginning to take control. Far enough to where he didn't catch the young girl mention getting a raise.
Teeth began to sharpen within his mouth as anger began to burn through his very soul. Now all of his skin began to blacken, growing scales on various parts of his body. Before he could let out another curse, his words turned to nothing but a load shrieking roar as he launched his bed pan across the room. The strength of his grip leaving finger dents within the metal. If something didn't happen soon, many within this hospital could very well end up dead.
As if summoned, and admittedly they were more than likely summoned by a few sets of wards and magical barriers, orderlies poured one after another into the room, wands out, ready to contain and subdue the man-creature in the hospital bed. Upon hearing the footsteps, the roar, and experiencing the instantaneous rise in tension in the room hanging in the air itself, Jorlai grabbed her own wand and with a snapping flick of her wrist the curtains opened on the scene.
It was definitely not what she was expecting. A creature, instead of man, was in the hospital bed, and already there were gashes in the bedding and a thankfully unused bed pan half crumpled in the corner. Surrounding the bed were at least seven nurses and from what she could tell a small handful of the hospital's security had also ran into action.
She signed with irritation and reached to her nightstand, opening the top drawer. She shoved her arm in and felt around…murtlap essence was unlikely to do much in this circumstance…a bezoar perhaps, but this didn't look like any kind of poison…no…this was a different kind of curse…perhaps…aha! She pulled her arm back out, triumphantly clutching a small crystal phial in her too-small hand.
"All right, let me over," she instructed, only to find that none of them paid any attention to her in the least. "Oy you blighters! Get out of the damn way!" She screamed at the top of her kid lungs. It was a gratingly irritating screech, as a seven-year old's lung power and pitch were quite a lot more piercing than the somewhat deeper tones of a grown woman, but it was certainly effective. Everyone, including the beast in the bed, froze and turned towards her. "That's right I said move! And you," she jabbed a finger towards the creature. "You better keep still while I feed this to you, or I'll bind you down myself and you don't want that. I know you're still in there, lickarse." She made a graceful hop from her bed over to her roommate's, and uncorked the phial. "Drink up."
Unable to reach up for the vial, Adler did his best to hold himself to the bed in fear that he would slit the little girl's throat with his now bladed fingers. "I..CAAAANNT" The shrieking roar was now louder than ever. Fear began to fill his eyes as he looked towards the girl. The last thing he wanted to do was kill her, but time was running out. If he was going to take that potion, it would have to be forced down his throat!
"I win!" Jorlai jammed the phial into the opening provided by the man's protest and poured the entire contents of it into the creature's mouth. "Five…four…three…" she counted down as she stood in front of the creature with her wand out, magic clamping the beast's mouth shut so it would be forced to swallow. "Two…" The throat moved, an obvious sign that it had finally swallowed. "One."
Adler felt a sense of relief as he finally managed to swallow the potion. Immediately it began to do its job, turning the black scales back to that of normal flesh. His teeth began to turn back to normal, releasing his mouth from the pain of sharp oversized fangs. He began working on catching his breath when the vial was pulled from his mouth, his eyes focusing on the face of this so called 'Child.' Regardless of who or what she was, one thing was certain. She had saved him. Finally, when capable, he spoke. "You, know…" He had to work words between breaths. "Something tells me…that you…might not really be a kid."
"Well funnily enough, I happen to be a bit older than I look," Jorlai said while balancing on top of his legs, deftly placing the cork back into the now empty vial and pocketing it. A breeze floated in through the window, and the crisp white curtains fluttered back. Moonlight filtered into the room dimly, and although it was mostly overpowered by the lights set into the walls, it was there. Jorlai's hospital gown was suddenly much too tight, and the new constricting feeling was followed by the sound of fabric ripping in several places. The nurses behind her fell silent. She looked down at herself.
"Oh…I have boobs again…" she observed out loud. She looked back up into the now very much human face of her roommate, and her face turned beet red. "Shit."
Just then the bed fell to the floor broken, taking the now two fully grown adults down with it. With Jorlai now unintentionally mounted on his body. Adler's eyes began to take in the new sight with a slightly confused, yet straight, expression. "…Nope," He said, his eyes now filled with the sight of her well-formed chest, "…Definitely not a kid."