Hospital Wing

[Jonathon Orwell]

*With forced consent from the doctor I am up on my feet within minutes and popping pills to numb the pain in my chest. They try telling me I have to rest, that I just got out of surgery and they had to dig around for the large bullet because it bounced off my shoulder blade. They try telling me that it came close to my lungs and if I do not lay down I may cause internal bleeding but I ignore them and grab a shirt, struggling to get it on. I push them away and walk out into the packed hallway, squeezing between body bags and moaning people on gurneys. Nurses rush past, arms filled with IVs and paperwork. I glance into a room and frown when I see part of my unit being rushed in.
Red is barely stable and Max is with her. I frown at that and look to see if anyone else is brought in, Wilson especially. the only other one I see is Miss Main and she does not look well off despite her protests. I catch a doctor by his arm and tell him to make sure they are all treated by the best. I quickly go outside before the head doctor can stop me and board the helicopter, yelling over the blade noise that I need to use their radio to contact Wilson and that they must drop me off at his location.*

[Volume Virus]

*I wake up to a blurry world. My head hurts a lot less, and what pain I have left is dulled by the blur of medication. I can hear voices as if they're underwater, faraway and muffled. When my vision adjusts to the light in my face, I see that I'm in a windowed room, which is surrounded by doctors rushing around. It seems surreal, why am I here, again? ...then again, who am I?*

[redhavoc]

*The hospital section of BLI Tower doesn't even pause as the new casualties. Doctors and nurses are on 36 hour rotations. The floors above and below the main hospital have been cleared for patients and an army of secretaires was fielding calls from hospitals and units all around battery city*

*Doctor Brian had just sat in a chair and hadn't even realized he was asleep when a nurse shook him* Doctor? Doctor? I wouldn't wake you, but a patient came in that you worked on with Unit Leader Wilson. I thought you should know.

*He thanks a nurse and looked at the chart, frowning. The nurse led him to Red, who was being prepped for surgery. The girl was a mess of blood and wires. Dr. Brian was willing to bet that only the accelerated healing factors Wilson had had them inject into her for the past couple years were keeping her alive. Looked like all the pain was worth it. A tech came in and handed him some brain scans completed not ten minutes ago. He looked them over and the medical staff waited for his orders*

No swelling of the brain, so go ahead and have surgeons stop the internal bleeding. Also see if they can do something about those ribs. I'll set her hand in a cast once she's back and clean out the cuts. After that we check kidney and liver function and go from there.

*He looked around at his worn out medical team*

You're all doing a fantastic job. Let's give Red our best.

*The staff went their separate ways then and Brian went to see his other patients. He saw Orwell arguing with one of the other doctors and didn't bother to intervene. High ups like Orwell would get their way. He moved on to check on the 20 or so patents that had been assigned to him*

((Feel free to have Dr.Brian drop by! He's friendly!))

[Volume Virus]

*I stand up after a few minutes and wobble around my small room, as unstable as a toddler just learning to walk. It takes a while of stumbling around for me to remember anything about myself. At first, it's as simple as my name: I am Angeline Pacis and work for Better Living Industries. But then, my memory starts to dredge up information that refutes the identity I had recalled earlier. My brain cannot seem to decide whether I am Pacis of BLI or "Lady Dystopia" of the "Underground Ball". This is confusing. Which one am I? Is Better Living my enemy or my friend?*
*A nurse walks into my room,, frowning at me.* Please sit down, dear. You've had a major concussion, and you need to rest and heal!
*I oblige her, toddling back over to my white hospital bed and laying down on it.* C-can I ask a question? *The words come out slurred.*
Of course!
Who...who am I? Because I can't tell. There's two of me in here. *I point to my head, sounding incoherent even to myself.*
*The nurse looks startled.* You are Angeline Pacis, Draculoid for Better Living Industries. At least, that's what I've been told.
Then who is "Lady Dystopia"? What kind of name is that, anyway?
*The nurse's eyes widen and she calls for a doctor.* Sir, I think there might be more of a problem at hand with this patient than just a concussion....

[Rachel Mahoney]

*i sit in my bed and think about what Ryan had told me. There's only one person in this world that he could have been referring to, but was that him that I had seen on the hill? It had to be. But if it is him, and I see him with my patrol, I'd probably be forced to kill him, or they would kill him if they found out he had any connection to me*

[Max Griffiths]

*I'm sitting up in my bed, leaning back against the wall. I'd been moved to a regular room after the surgery, and since all they can put in me are painkillers I'm not too woozy. The hall's a mess of moving bodies and raised voices, but my interest is piqued when I hear Morand nearby. I get slowly out of bed, the plain white hospital clothes feeling strange in lieu of my uniform, and pull the IV stand over to the door. A dull pain radiates through my torso, but I ignore it. I lean on the doorframe and watch Morand argue with the nurse two doors down, then call over when he stands back up*

You have no orders to return to duty immediately and the majority of the Vipers have been eliminated. Why don't you take advantage of the medical care while it's not being docked from your paycheck?

[Max Griffiths]

*I scowl when he mentions the girl. So Red's her name - I wonder why it sounds so familiar*

Emotion stabilizing medication has little effect on me. And I'm not worried about her, I don't even know who she is. *Or at least, I don't think I do.*

[Max Griffiths]

*I start to reply, but then close my mouth. I don't know myself why I was so bent on helping her, so I can't explain. There's another rush in the hallway as three more draculoids are wheeled past on gurneys, and I wait for the noise to die down a bit* So why did you transfer units? Zone fatalities?

[Max Griffiths]

*Playing Rudolph? I have no idea what he's talking about, but don't ask. It's probably something pre-Helium Wars.* No, I don't. They'll send out a message when they need us.

[redhavoc]

*It took three hours to complete the various surgical procedures on Red. Doctor Brian sighed as he looked at the report* Her heart stopped twice? *He asked the surgeon standing there*

*The surgeon nodded* Yeah, we had to drop everything and start cardiopulmonary resuscitation each time. She was loosing blood all over the place, so we pumped as much into her as we could. We also fixed up her ribs and hand as best we could, and we saw a large bone briuse on her left femur. Honestly that kid-

*He looked around and came in closer, whispering* -that kid should be taken out of Wilson's care. Maybe BLI in general until she's older...

*The surgeon stepped back, talking normally again* Anyway, I'd check brain function as soon as possible.

*I thank the surgeon and then go to look at Red properly. She actually looks much better after the surgery. The nurses have cleaned her up and there are bandages around her arms and head. Two IV's are pumping blood and drugs into her slight frame. I can just see the bandages around her chest from under the hospital gown. One eye is completly swollen shut, but she's perceptibly breathing and her heartbeat actually looks stronger. I shake my head, wondering why this kid wants to live so bad*

[Belle Sacramento]

*I am not happy. Not happy at all.*

*The Vipers were much more of a threat than I'd anticipated, and even though the forces of the city had largely beaten them back, there was damage... so much damage. My beautiful city in ruins, neat white houses blackened by smoke, shining towers turned to rubble. The death toll was huge, and a good number were civilians. I'd watched the fighting from the Tower, monitored the progress of the units through whatever security cameras were undamaged. The only good that had come out of the attack was the cooperation of the killjoys; maybe if they work alongside us they'll realize that we're not the bad guys.*

*I walk the halls of the medical floors - plural because even though the wing is massive it's overflowed onto the floors above and below - speaking to the doctors and nurses, and whatever patients are conscious. I'm impressed by the fortitude of our staff.*

*Stepping into one of the intensive care rooms, I'm shocked to see the girl called Red Havoc lying on a hospital bed, wrapped in bandages and surrounded by monitoring equipment. I walk quickly over to the doctor, holding out a hand for the report* Do you know what happened? Was she fighting in the city?

[redhavoc]

[Dr.Brian's point of view:]

*I look up and am taken aback to see Belle Sacramento. Then I remember she was reanimated recently and become even more surprised that she's already walking around. She looks fantastic, actually. I'm so stunned I give her the chart right away. My oath says I shouldn't, but things have always been a little different at BLI*

She was out twice, to my knowledge. She participated in a fight, then it was documented that she assisted in taking another agent, Max, to us. The doctor on duty wanted her to be admitted as well, but she refused and had us radio Agent Wilson. The next time she had to be brought in by helicopter, as did half the team, and was barely alive. Honestly, I think she'll make it, but I don't know how... much of the healing is up to the patient. If they want to live, sometimes they pull through.

[Belle Sacramento]

*I frown as I read down the report, seeing the long list of injuries. I can't say what I want to, though; that conversation needs to take place between myself and Wilson.* Thank you for your efforts, doctor. You and your team are the reason she's still alive. I'll have a word with her superior - someone like Red here shouldn't have to be your patient for more than her regular immunizations.

[redhavoc]

[Dr.Brian's point of view:]

Thank you, Ms. Sacramento *I say, taking back the chart as she hands it to me* If, uh, you need any help, please don't hesitate to call upon me or any of my staff. No one has come to visit Red yet, she doesn't seem to have any friends...Although I shouldn't say this, I find this situation... distressing and unnecessary.

[Belle Sacramento]

I couldn't agree with you more. *I briefly consider staying in the room for a while, but know Red won't be waking up for at least another hour, and probably much longer.* Good luck.

*I continue on my rounds after putting a call through to my secretary and arranging to be notified as soon as Wilson's team began its return to the city.*