Its been a week since she was suspended and had to work in London until she was allowed back to Sweden. After a few rough nights adjusting to the sounds of the city, she woke up in her room at the Leaky Cauldron. Temporarily forgetting her physical condition, she stepped out of bed before falling face first on the ground, a shot of pain flashing through her leg up to her side. With a groan she rolled over on her back and let out a deep sigh. "Oh yeah, the leg"she thought to herself. For a few minutes she stared at the ceiling, waiting for the pain to subside as she reminisced about the clear blue skies at the dragon reserve.
She let out a sigh and slowly got up, climbing back onto the edge of the bed while keeping her bad leg as stiff as possible. From her nightstand she grabbed a potion and massaged the oily substance onto her skin, her fingers tracing over the deep scars that ran vertically over her leg. She got this potion at St.Mungos to help fade the scars but the fact that it was going slowly, was a sign that the initial injury was quite severe.Guerin had been warned years ago that her way of working and flying was taking its toll on her body but being a headstrong woman - she kept on pushing. After a dragon smashed its tail against her side, breaking a couple of ribs and shattering her leg - her body was struggling. At the time she did receive treatment and her ribs were almost completely healed but her leg had not. With healing spells and a bone growing potion, it did heal the shattered bone and torn ligaments but there was still a burning pain. Her doctor had told her to be patient and rest but it just didn't feel right. Guerin was curious if the healing was going slowly because she was struck by a magical creature. So she made an appointment at this spell and damage specialist in Knock turn Alley. She didn't think she was cursed by the dragon but maybe in its startled moment, it accidentally transferred some magic to her leg. Either way, as a dragonologist she was curious.
She rubbed the remaining lotion over her hands, the bruises on her hand from punching the wizard were almost gone. Guerin always had a bruise or a bandage somewhere and it never bothered her since she didn't have a vain streak. After a quick stretch, she grabbed her leg brace that consisted out of leather straps and metal. It was to support her leg and restrict too many movements- which was an annoyance for this physically active woman pre-injury. Once strapped in she picked out one of the dresses her superior Tillbott had gotten her. She would never had gotten these items herself but Tillbott figured out that wearing dresses would work better with her leg brace. Begrudgingly she agreed with her suggestion after struggling with pants for over an hour. Secretly Tillbott was trying to make Guerin a bit more feminine since she had quite striking features but any attempt ended in failure the moment Guerin opened her mouth. A beastly beauty is how Tillbot would describe her- a comment that was often met with an annoyed look. With a splash of water, she washed her freckled face and brushed her wild hair. After looking at her face for a second she deemed her appearance adequate.
With a piece of beef jerky in her mouth, she grabbed a thick cardigan and headed out.Guerin left the Leaky cauldron with enough time to find this practice of ..Ó Dálaigh. After a couple of wrong turns, dead ends and dodgy shops- she finally found it. With time to spare, she figured sitting in the waiting room would be better than waiting outside in Knock turn Alley. Quietly she opened the door and approached the desk. "I'm here for my appointment. Name is Guerin" She said coldly as her golden brown eyes stared down at the receptionist. It was common for people to get startled when first meeting her due to her height and stoic facial expression. Once the woman confirmed her arrival, she sat down in the waiting room, keeping her bad leg stretched forward to prevent too much bending.
Next to her she had a bag with her medical files she had copied at St. Mungos. Some notes were in Swedish but with the added anatomical pictures and drawings, it was quite easy to understand. The thickness of the file was quite worrisome but to Guerin it was just the hazards of working in the field. She had broken almost every bone, sprained plenty and even a few head injuries here and there. Normal people would stop getting in such precarious situations but not her. It could be her high threshold for pain or just plain old stubbornness to persevere. Either way, she was playing with fire.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, tilting her head backwards to lean against the wall. The amount of walking was causing her bad leg to twitch ,so in order to ride out the pain, she closed her eyes to rest until she was called in.