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| Jealous is the Night; OPEN | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 12 2013, 01:13 AM (314 Views) | |
| Mercy | Mar 12 2013, 01:13 AM Post #1 |
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February 28th, 2013 3:14 AM Clinic, Staff Room ---------------------------------------------------- Maggie had not planned on spending her twenty third birthday at the Mutant Town medical clinic, getting splattered with other people's blood and fighting off the most blindingly painful migraine she had ever experienced, but she supposed that most cows didn't expect to be pounded into hamburger either -life could just be a bitch like that sometimes. The handful of Tylenol she had taken earlier had done nothing to ease her suffering, which she had expected. No amount of acetaminophen was going to change the fact that she had been pushing her powers too hard for much too long. Maggie wasn't ready to admit it yet, but she was burning out. The lights were out when she reached the staff room, and she was more than happy to keep it that way. She went straight to the sink and poured herself a glass of water, which she gulped down without pausing to breathe, then poured a second glass and drank it more slowly, wishing it was orange juice or something else with a little sugar in it to keep her going. She rinsed out the glass and, upon putting it back into the cupboard, noticed an unguarded box of hostess cupcakes on the top shelf. Maggie claimed a package of the chocolatey treats with grim satisfaction. It wasn't stealing if you deserved them, right? She finished her water and was tearing open the cellophane wrapper when her vision blurred and the overwhelming desire to be horizontal put all other projects on hold. There was a sitting area across from the small kitchenette, and she stumbled through the darkness until she found something soft and vaguely couch shaped to collapse on. Maggie thought about checking her phone. With the amount of media coverage the mad bombs were sure to have received by now, her family was probably worried sick, but the more she told herself that she absolutely needed to call them, the more the idea of looking at an LCD screen made her migraine threaten to split her head open like a ripe coconut. Soon. She'd call them soon. Her thoughts drifted back to the flooded infirmary downstairs. People were suffering down there. They were running short on blood, bandages, pain killers, nursing staff and a whole laundry list of other things that a functioning triage desperately needed, which wasn't strange considering that the clinic wasn't equipped to treat anything more serious that sore throats and sprained ankles. Even with supplemental supplies and beds sent over by X-corp, it was a nightmare she was not eager to get back to. "Alright, up we go." Maggie told herself firmly. Her body was not eager to comply, and instead she found herself staring up at the ceiling, trying to remember if she had ever lived in a world that didn't spin and throb in time with her heartbeat. "Okay, fine...on three...one..." She was asleep before she could remember what 'two' sounded like. |
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| Kelrian | Mar 13 2013, 02:58 PM Post #2 |
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They'd needed any volunteers they could get, and Kel at least had some first aid knowledge. Not much, honestly, but enough to help those who really knew what they were doing. Unlike most, his energy wasn't lagging, and anything he didn't know he just needed a little direction. So people could rest, and tell him what was needed to be done from a chair while he did the work until there was something that really needed their expertise. Eventually it seemed like the worst was over. Those who weren't badly injured had been patched up and sent home, and everyone else was resting as well as they could. It was probably about time for him to go. Before he could ask whether they'd be alright if he did, and if they'd need extra hands the next day as well, someone found him instead, and asked him to look for one of their healers to see if she was alright. She'd gone on break a while ago and should have been back. He was pretty sure he'd seen her during the chaos earlier, from the description. The staff room wasn't far, by their directions, but he wasn't immediately sure the dim place was the right room. Then he could make out the little kitchenette and a sitting area. Looked about right. He could make out a figure reclining on a sofa across the room. If she was napping, maybe turning the lights on without warning wouldn't be appreciated. "Um, Mercy?" the blonde still stood in the open doorway, blocking most of the light from the hallway. "Are you alright?" He thought it was her. If not, well, maybe they knew where she was. |
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| Mercy | Mar 13 2013, 09:39 PM Post #3 |
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Maggie had been a light sleeper for as long as she could remember, and it had proved equal parts blessing and curse over the course of her life thus far. True, it had killed her belief in the tooth fairy early on, but it also ensured that she never slept through the arrival of the recycling truck on Wednesday mornings. As a result, she wasn't sure if it was the sound of footsteps, the addition of a new silhouette to the staff room's shadowy landscape or the pounding in her head that brought her around, but she was awake when Kelrian called her name. "Um, Mercy? Are you alright?" She didn't recognize the voice or the dark shape that accompanied it, but there had been a lot of new faces around the clinic today and she didn't have a mind to be suspicious. "Strictly speaking?" She asked, wincing at the sound of her own voice. She made an effort to sit up, but the movement triggered a wave of nausea and she instead opted to roll over and lift herself onto her elbow so she could stare at the floor tiles. If she was going to be sick, she would rather not get it all over the couch. "I have definitely been better." She spoke more quietly this time to spare herself some discomfort. "If Tracy is calling me down for something she can fix with a couple stitches and a kiss on the forehead, tell her to shove it up her vagina...don't say it like that though. Make it sound nicer...I love Tracy, she's just...fucking dumb..." She spoke slowly, pausing between thoughts to breathe deeply and try to think about something other than the agonizing misery that was her present existence. "Also I would love you if you'd crack a window...and maybe pass me a wet towel, cause I don't think I can get up...and no I'm not hungover...also, hi. I don't think I know you yet, cause you used my codename...I'm Maggie." She smiled and waved feebly. |
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