Quiros A&E Hospital, Quiros, 6th February 2035, 12.45am
"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY WOMAN!"
"What on ear-"
*thud*
The chain of paramedics blasted through the hospital Accident & Emergency centre, as is the norm, pushing along three trays to the nurse on duty. On them lay three men with varying degrees of injury. The first had a crushed nose, a face that looks like it met a brick wall or five, and an arm broken in at least three places. The second had a similar face, however was in the fetal position with fresh cuts and burns all along his body. The third had bandages covering his lower body, and second-degree burns on his arm. All three reeked of alcohol, sweat and the faint hint of club-floor-gunk, and were largely quiet. One of the paramedics led this charge of the injury brigade down the corridor, passing messages to various orderlies and nurses for emergency medication and painkillers.
At the end of the corridor, Hayley prepared the Intensive Care ward for the three incoming casulties. "Probably some coked-up meatheads who wanted the girl a bit too much", sighed Hayley to no-one in particular. She'd been a child prodigy when it came to the human body, but not when it came to the ravages of war. For one, she was as strong as an ant with bulimia during Orivall. Still skinny now, the lab coat seemed large on her despite it's size. As a result, she went into medicine early in her life to help the rebels as much as she could. Unable, even so, to join before she was qualified, she could only watch on the news as the new regime took over. Undeterred from her need to help, she became the queen of these halls; The only hospital in the area, and the only independent organisation left after the post-Orivall purge. To her, learning medicine was a need, the only way she could now honour the memories of the fallen at Orivall. Her appearance, though, she worked on by choice and that beauty showed in the numbers she received from interns, nurses and ex-patients. It's also how she got the nickname "Blayze", the speed at which she worked and the blazing red hair she kept in top shape made it look like a fireball was acting out of character and healing the sick instead of burning them.
The paramedic team came through the doors just as Hayley finished and planted the three trolleys next to the immaculately set up beds. As the rest of the team took care in transferring the patients, the lead paramedic went over to Hayley and engaged in conversation.
"Hayley, here you go; the three of them got sent over from that local university nightclub, a fight got reported by that guy with the burns before he got, er... involuntarily involved. He specifically asked for you, do you know him?"
"Oh, Coldy, yeah, his name is Shadowpyre, he works for me. And these two must be..." Hayley walked over to the first two patients, instantly recognising them, "Yep. These idiots. Bunni could never really resist the odd troll, especially when it came to this guy. After all, he wasn't the explosives expert at Orivall for his calm demeanour. Heh."
"Er...you know about what happened?" Hayley simply grinned and shifted the topic, saying, "You can find out later, once the rest of the group arrive tomorrow. You know the drill, make sure we're secure."
With a salute, Coldwave marshalled his team away from the three resting bodies and moved the incoming orderlies and nurses away, shouting "MOVE BACK, BLAYZE NEEDS TO WORK. THERE ARE MORE PATIENTS INCOMING."
Once the door shut, Hayley moved over and locked it shut, before going back to the patients and sighing. She'd asked Bunni and shadowpyre to bring in PsyOct, but not like this. Though, she thought, seeing as this was Psy, maybe it was to be expected. Turning round to the wall opposite the patients, she moved over and pressed a small button on the hanging painting. At once, the wall dissipated, revealing three similar-looking patients. Wheeling each copy next to the right patient, she called out into the blackness, "Oi, are you two going to leave little ol' me to work or what?"
Immediately, two pairs of eyes pierced the darkness, one green and the other blue. The Blue eyes grumbled, "Old? Woman you're still in diapers compared to me. And who in Asimov's name are these people?"
"Shut up HRZ," The Green Eyes replied, "You know that one in the middle, it's PsyOct. Remember, from Parr?"
"No."
"Bah, so obsinate. I should just shoot you in the face, you mechanical menace."
"Shut up, Frozen, you're the same."
"No I'm not. Shotgun-arm."
"Show-off"
"Old fart"
Hayley shouted to the both of them, "Shut up and help, the guys downstairs are waiting".
"Sigh, fine," HRZ replied, and the two sets of eyes moved forward, bodies gleaming in the soft white hospital light.
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