My heart sank. “Have you seen Tattletale? Have you heard if she’s dead or injured? She wears a lavender and black costume, and there’s this eye in dark gray on the black part across her chest-”
I’m sure this was helpful for fan artists. I know her outfit has been described before, but I don’t think it was quite this clear.
Then again, I’m not good at remembering outfit descriptions.
“I’m sorry,” she hurried to the foot of the bed, hung up the clipboard.
I’m sorry? Was that an answer – condolences – or was it a refusal to speak on the subject?
I think it might’ve been both. The most she can say without technically overstepping her boundaries further, while simultaneously apologizing for not being able to say more.
I might have made a noise, because she turned back, stopped. I couldn’t be sure, though, over the sounds from the other nurses, doctors and patients.
“We’ve got a code!” someone screamed, just beyond the curtain. “Need paddles!”
“Paddles are in use!”
Well, shit. I guess we’re about to get clarification on what exactly coding means in this context. It sounds like it’s the “code red” option so far.
“Then get me someone with electricity powers! And you, resuscitate!”
Heh, nice thinking.
Seriously, rogues and how society handles having them can sometimes be more interesting than capes.
In this case, the electricity powers don’t necessarily need to be from a rogue – there are plenty of capes here, even if most are beaten half to death – but I’m thinking about the potential use of rogues in hospitals under more normal conditions.
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