Hospital Wing

[Sylvia Main]

*I frown when he does all the checks and just watch, conflicted.* Um yeah... she's a bit cold. *I let go and move out of the way so the nurses and Brian have room to work. I sigh and curse, running a hand through my hair again. I sway slightly and just lean against the wall, watching them work. Poor girl.*

[redhavoc]

*I try to reach out when someone lets go of my hand...the contact was nice. A nurse quickly grabs my hand and I get the feeling they are looking at my fingers. I face away from the medical stall and look at the rest of the room. I turn my head slowly to see who else is there. Figures come into focus...Retro? Yes. And Max and Morand, farther on. Suddenly I miss my notebook, it's all I want. Tears come to my eyes...I can't control-*

Dr Brian: What? Her pulse is going up too fast! Red, I need you to calm down. It's ok, you're safe here. I know your in alot of pain, but we'll fix that. *I wipe the tears away from Red face, but more come. Reminds me of my own kid... what is wrong?*

[Max Griffiths]

*The doctor sounds alarmed and I glance over despite myself, only to see the girl crying. Perhaps she needs more pain medication... though I don't think that's what it is. I recall hearing someone say she doesn't talk, and though I look away again I comment* If you don't know what's bothering her give her something to write with.

[Sylvia Main]

*Red is awake and crying. I bite my lower lip and watch, only nodding when Max mentions the notebook.* Uh, yeah. She doesn't talk... *I quickly dig around in my pocket for a small notepad that's littered with drawings. I flip it open to a blank page and steal a pen off her medical clipboard. I squeeze past a nurse and hand Red the items, quickly backing away again and nearly tripping over my own feet. I get vertigo for a moment and decide it's best to sit. The window sill is wide enough so I slowly sit down on it, watching the doctors. Out of the corner of my eye I notice the dickuloid for the first time and frown. He doesn't look very well off either. But he probably deserves it.*

[redhavoc]

*I feel the paper in my hand, then a pen. The doc holds the notepad up for me and I try to concentrate through the haze of medication. It's difficult to even hold the pen, but slowly the words begin to form*

[Dr.Brian:]
*I hold the pad up for Red, feeling stupid that I didn't think of this. I knew she didn't talk and, honestly, this is probably the best test of brain function at the moment. She stops writing and I turn the pad around, reading outloud* 'Stop the pain'

*I look back at Red* We will, Red, I promise. You already- *but she motions for the paper again. I hold it up and she crosses out a word and writes in another. I turn it aound and read 'Stop everyone's pain'

*I turn to look at the group* I think she means you guys

*A nurse calls for my attention and I see that Red is falling asleep* No,no, it's ok. She can sleep. She's mostly delirious right now, but her higher brain is functioning. That's all we can ask. *Red's eyes close and her heartbeat drops a little. I adjust some of the monitoring equipment and place the notebook next to her, for when she wakes up again*

[Sylvia Main]

*I watch silently as Red scribbles down notes for Brian and he reads them out loud. I shake my head and ignore her message, folding my arms in a pathetic attempt of defiance. Then Morand gets up and creates a scene while leaving the room. I frown and almost admiring him for the theatrics but I don't have near the temperament nor the energy to do anything of the sort. Plus I don't like making myself look like an idiot. Instead I just sit on the window sill, scowling at Brian and Max and the nurses, trying to remain invisible so they will leave and I can keep watch over the girl.*

[rileywilson]

[Copied from 'Vindicta' p. 12]

*We follow the medic helicopter and land with it on top of BLI Tower. Orwell and I will quickly check on the hurt members of our Unit and then head out with whatever Killjoys and Dracs we can find for this last fight. I turn to Orwell* Let's make this quick. I don't know how much time we have.

[Volume Virus]

*The medics wheel me out of the helicopter and into the Tower. It begins to scare me when we start being surrounded by other people on stretchers, some of whom are in body bags. The sight is sickening. Aftermath doesn't seem to be thinking the same, nor does Blackie; they persist in glaring at the medics. I smile at them every now and then, just to try and ease tensions. I smile at everyone who seems to need it. It's not because I'm happy, because I'm still scared out of my wits. I just feel like there needs to be at least a bit of sunshine in Battery tonight. I address my Killjoy friends after getting bored of them glaring for extended intervals.* Guys, stop it. We have to trust them. I'm sure they won't try anything, with how much you've been threatening them. Just let them do their jobs, okay?

[Blackout]

*walking into the hospital, I unconciously rub my arm where my scars and try to calm down. And actually looking at the scene around me, the medics seem the least drugged up people in the city. They look like actually give a damn about others. It makes me feel a little at ease, but I try to not show it, I can feel 'her' pushing at my mental boundaries, fighting to get at some of the hundreds of pills around me* alright, I'll leave them alone, but I really don't like being in here. *i try to focus either on my feet or up towards the ceilinng so I don't have to look at any pills*

[Bullet Ringer]

*I follow the others, keeping quiet, I really dislike hospitals anyway but this specific one, a whole lot more. Funny how before the bombs I wanted to work here. The doctors have their hands full, running around moving patients here and there, they really are working hard.*

[Max Griffiths]

*I wait about a minute after Morand leaves, then stand up myself. I'm tired of sitting here doing nothing, there's no point in watching the girl, and the killjoy's pointed glares are getting irritating. I see one of the nurses start to protest, but hold up a hand as I walk to the door*

I'm going to my room. It's fine.

*I would have, too, but my bed is occupied by the time I get back, as is the second one and a third that had been crammed in with them. I pause for a moment but don't want to go back to the girl's room so I start wandering the floor instead, trying to stay out of the way of everyone hurrying back and forth.*

[Jonathon Orwell]

*I nod my head in agreement before popping a few more painkillers. Looking around I see our numbers are few but with any luck the Vipers should be... more disorganized after the loss of their leader. Using my tablet I look at the death toll quickly rolling in by Fact News. The city has sustained heavy casualties but I am slightly comforted by the count of Vipers killed. They did well. I have to remember to give the survivors a raise. I look back at Wilson and smile slightly.* Lets go then.

[Incendiary Aftermath]

We probably have a little over an hour. By now the remainders have met and are coordinating their efforts to the City. The sooner everyone finishes treatment, the better. We're going to need to watch ourselves. Most of them will be running around like chickens with their heads cut off, not very threatening... but give those chickens grenades and machine guns... *I sigh* Not trying to OD, are you Orwell? That's quite a bit of painkillers there.

[Volume Virus]

Aftermath, please. I don't want to have to tell everyone to stop AGAIN. They're being perfectly civil to us, so shouldn't we return the favor? *I reach out and squeeze his hand, distracting him the only way I can while being worked on.* We can go back to a deep, abiding hatred tomorrow. But they helped us out instead of killing us, so why can't we at least be vaguely kind to them?

[Incendiary Aftermath]

This is me being nice. I'm just warning them of what's to come. We're all a bit fucked right now, you know? *I squeeze her hand back* Besides, i doubt that anyone takes what i say seriously anymo- *I hear a faint whistling sound in the distance* Everyone, shh! *I listen carefully and the whistling stops. A soft boom is heard in the distance* Vipers. Medics, hurry with your treatments, we have less than half an hour before they get here. Orwell, are you okay to fight?