“My back, I think it’s broken,” I said, to no one in particular. Nobody in particular replied.
Butt out of this, Nobody In Particular. She was talking to your sibling, No One In Particular.
All of them too busy with set tasks. People seemed to approach my bedside and leave to go attend to another patient elsewhere.
Yeah, this place is too busy right now to spend too much time with each patient at a time.
“Your name?” someone asked.
I looked to the other side of me. It was an older woman in a nurse’s uniform, pear shaped, gray haired. A man in a PRT uniform stood behind her, holding a gun on me.
I mean, I get that she’s a known villain, but do you really think there’s that high a risk of her attacking someone right now, in this place and this state?
“Skitter,” I replied, confused, feeling more scared by the second. “Please. I think my back’s broken.”
“Villain?”
Please, PRT, do not abuse the truce to arrest your enemies while they’re down after doing all they could to defend the city.
I shook my head. “What?”
“Are you a villain?”
That said, this is actually a question Taylor needs to be asked around now. Yes, she’s a known villain, but just today, she left the team that was the sole reason she’s not a hero instead. Now she needs to consider her options.
“It’s complicated. My back-”
“Yes or no?” the Nurse asked me, stern.
But seriously, what does it matter to you?
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