Ouch

[mitochondriaaya]

Who: Aya, Mog, hospital staff, boys?
When: Four months into her work as a beat cop in New York.
What: Well, hospitals are always fun.

She blinked awake, her heart pounding and the familiar, dry chemical taste in her mouth meaning someone had stabbed her with an epi pen. There was th e screeching shrill of Mog tearing someone a new one and indeed her fuzzy friend was still clutching the empty epi pen she'd used while screaming at the nearby doctors. "I think..." she managed, fighting her dry throat, "they get it Mog."

"Ma'am? Ma'am you had a reaction to the contrast dye for the scans we needed to find that shrapnel in your side..."

She nodded, made sense, except, well, "safe list in my file..." She knew there were dyes they'd tested already! The boys were a bit paranoid and thorough. "Sent all files to area hospitals, Aya Brea..."

"We don't have a file on you ma'am. You were in processed through ER and you weren't in our system."

Oh, well, that was a problem. "No more meds, Mog dial the lab, get records..." Only so much she could handle, epi pen wise, while they tried to fix her. Yeah, the labs were in black out this week, some very high priority experiments being done with oversight from secret service, but maybe one of the Mary's could send her file to wherever this was.


Obviously they 'nearest' hospital to her injury wasn't anywhere near downtown.

More the pity. Now that she was awake, well, pain killer would be nice. Obviously she'd been out a while if Mog was here given they were on different patrol routes. Her current partner was sitting the hall and shaky, bad cup of coffee in his hands. Well then. "Happened?" she finally asked.

"Kuuuu-po! Kip kup kuukupo."

Oh, domestic went sideways. She remembered now, kind of. A trailer park, it was dark, a screaming man with a shotgun, milling neighbors who wouldn't get their asses inside and safe away from it all. Sensing the trigger pull and wrapping around a kid, trusting her jacket to keep them as safe as possible. A weird delay before the buckshot hit, an odd shimmer through her sight, then instinct that made her whimper and curl tighter around the kid as the buckshot that didn't find her hit a nearby propane tank on a gas grill.

Oh right, good time to be unconscious.

Weirdly she didn't feel as burned as she figured she should be. She'd think about that later, yes. "Kid?"

"Kip-pu!"

"Oh good," she groaned and tried to sit up, then realized that was a bad idea when the doctors rushed forward to stop her. "Water?"

The doctor shook his head, "IV only, you'll be in surgery soon."

Riiiight.

"AFTER FILE."

"Alright, we'll hold you stable as we can until then."

Mog bobbed in the air, nodding emphatically. "Kupuuu~?"

"Yeah, call Elcy and Yinsi if labs don't dial through...they'll...they'll..." oh she was going to nap again yup.

Mog dropped a few inches in worry until she remembered the monitors and saw things were steady, good. Good good. As shift ended more cops were showing up in the hallway, including the few detectives that had taken a shine to both Aya and Mog. To say they were something of mascots was an understatement really.

Plus there was always a vigil when a cop was shot.

"I don't mean to sound rushed but if we can't get her into surgery soon we may need to medivac her to a larger hospital..." the doctor noted to Mog. "Are you her medical power of attorney?"

"Ku," she shook her head, making a beeline for the nearest phone and punching it into speaker mode to dial the labs. Pick up pick up pick up..."

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[sliceitwithwind]

Short Katzu...no, tall human. Okay then. Dilan gave a shrug, "No idea how long she'll be out. Probably not as long as most humans, but...I'm not a human doctor."

[mitochondriaaya]

Danny blinked slightly? "Most force humans would get healing boosts," he noted a touch grimly. "I'll ask the captain to reach out to booney squads see if there's a metric for non-magical care."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah, the monkey's always been allergic to magic." Dilan said, completely forgetting that cops. Like. Nicknames. It was somewhat absent, as he was busy letting himself into the room containing his best friends.

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"...monkey." He repeated it a bit blankly not seeing the comparison but oh those cops behind them caught it. Absolutely.

There was already plans for banana cards and monkey balloons now.

"Tell her I'm bringing Ben by soon as she has visitors. She mentored him a bit with science at the precinct when I couldn't find a sitter." That said he firmly closed the door behind Dilan!

Aya cracked an eye open when she felt Dilan return?

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"Yeah." still absently, "I'm the kitty, Braig is the lemur, and she's the monkey. Ben. I'll let her know."

Dilan reached out to smooth Aya's hair back, "Sleep, monkey. You're gonna be fine."

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Aya actually nipped his hand when it was close enough but then slumped back into sleep!

The nurse attending just...switched out IV bags honestly. Girl was draining them at an alarming rate, "if she isn't awake in thirty call button." For all the fun necessary functions!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Will do. Want me to start switching the bags? Or do you need to do it?" The bite was ignored. He was very, very used to Aya bites.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hospital regulations, sorry, unless you've got traveling medical credentials to flash at me."

Nom nom!

[sliceitwithwind]

He actually pulled out the wallet of credentials again and offered it over. Two MDs, olia and katzu, lab credentials, a couple of other certifications.

Then he posted Aya's head.

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"I'll call in the floor lead so they can decide," she nodded, glancing at the credentials. Given it wasn't a human specialty she wasn't comfortable making the call herself!

Aya grumbled and snuggled firmly against Braig, grumpy sleep it was!

[sliceitwithwind]

"That's right." Braig said, amused by almost everything with the relief that Aya was going to be okay.

"No problem." Dilan said, easily, "Just trying to help."

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Mog fluttered up to sleep atop Aya's pillow, above Braig's head, once people were done moving and wiggling. Floor lead finally checked in, scrutinized Dilan's creds, then approved him for IV shifting at least, as long as the nurse on hand typed in the bag orders.

The police vigil thinned a bit over the coming hours, people drawing straws to sort out rotational visits, and by about three in the morning Aya woke ravenous per usual for her!

She was comfy though. "Ugh."

[sliceitwithwind]

She spoke, he shoved a protein bar into her mouth. It was a (not-so) desperate attempt to keep her from biting him again.

"Morning, Aya."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Gmmph." Hard to talk around a whole granola bar! "Bed's too small," she grumbled finally. Dilan should be in bed too!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Much too small." Dilan agreed, "I would break it. Once you're better enough to go home, we'll all snuggle up together."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Mmmhmmm, staying at your place," she agreed. It wasn't THAT far from the precinct when she was allowed desk work so...

"Sorry to the girlfriends."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Oh, good." Braig said, laughing, "Means we don't need to argue you into it. The girlfriends understand."

Dilan smiled at both of them, "By which he means we've been forced into promising that you're going to get better no matter what."

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"You should still be asleep," She grumbled at Braig, but she was already holding her hand out for more granola bars. Obviously Dilan had more! "Medical professionals tend not to agree that Mog is capable of lifting me if I fall and stuff."

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig grumbled back at her, "I'll go back to sleep soon."

Dilan handed over another one, "Real food after this one. I'll call it in."

By which he means: let the Mary in.

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"Sleep. You're bitchy when you don't," she kissed his forehead a bit spacily and tore into the next granola bar!

Mog...snickered as only a moogle could at that. Bitchy Braig, funny thought!

"Hey, did you know there's a hot girl out here with food bags?" Pierce called from the hall.

[sliceitwithwind]

"That's Mary," DDE, Dilan whistled the notes, "Hey, Mary, come on in. Aya's ready for the food."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hi Mary!" Pierce grinned, waving at her as she swept through. Pretty lady!

Anyway, Aya sat up abruptly enough to make herself gasp and Mog tumble down on Braig but FOOD. She wasn't in sheer brain off mode but she was close. Probably only the interior stitches pulling kept her from lunging for it.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan just kept the food coming. He didn't expect anything from her for at least three sub sandwiches.

"Mary, that's Pierce. He's one of, if not top of, Braig's best friends."

[mitochondriaaya]

//Stop. Moving. LET THEM FEED YOU!// Mog growled at Aya, slapping her cheek after untangling herself from Braig. //YOUR INSIDES ARE IN PIECES!//

"Awwww, I'm on the list!" Pierce laughed from the hall.

[sliceitwithwind]

Mary gave Pierce a considering look...followed by a flirty smile.

Dilan...failed to notice, because he was trying to keep Aya from eating his fingers. "Thanks, Mog."