The teleporter touched one hand to my chest, another to Laserdream, who turned her head to look at me.
Oh hey, she’s awake.
There was a rush of cool air, and we were in the midst of chaos. Nurses, doctors, moving all around us. I was lifted and placed on a stretcher, hauled up by four people in white. There were shouts, countless electronic beeps, screams of pain.
Yeeah, there are a lot of people to take care of here.
I was placed on a bed. I would have writhed with the pain of being shifted if it weren’t for my general inability to move. There was a heart monitor on one side, a metal rack with an IV bag of clear fluid on the other, thick metal poles beside each, stretching from floor to ceiling. Curtains loomed on either side of me, making for a small room, ten feet by ten feet across. The emergency room, triage or whatever was in front of me, past the foot of the bed, a dozen more cots, doctors doing what they could for the massed injured, civilian and cape alike.
I wonder if Panacea is around here somewhere, helping everyone she can.
All around me, nurses moved with a rote efficiency, to put a clip on my finger, and the heart monitor started beeping in time with my own heartbeat. One put some sticky glue on my collarbone, pressing an electrode down there.
With the sheer amount of injured people, there needs to be a massive amount of nurses running around right now.
(By the way, if anyone’s playing the bingo, you can cross off “looks up a word”. Specifically “rote”.)
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