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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[mitochondriaaya]

//Okay, still...// She was taking a turn offering tidbits forward herself. Mostly the longer, pokey types like carrots.

[sliceitwithwind]

"She's never bit a living thing in this mode." Dilan said with mild amusement.

[mitochondriaaya]

He pointed at his finger, she'd bitten Dilan when he showed up!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yes, well, that was more of a friendly hello." he explained, "She wasn't in caloric restoration mode yet."

[mitochondriaaya]

MOg blinked, staring between them again, //growing up among preds thing?// Aya had never chewed on here!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Absolutely not." Dilan said, almost affronted. Almost. "Katzu children learn not to bite early. By getting bit every time you bite. Aya has always been a biter."

[mitochondriaaya]

Mog's eyes got even bigger somehow and she stared a moment, horrified...//MY PARENTS WERE RIGHT!??// It was a yell thankfully, just all caps moogle for a moment! //She's a bad influence!//

[sliceitwithwind]

"She's not a bad influence...mostly...she did get you to get a tattoo..."

He pondered, then patted Aya's head, "Okay, maybe she is. She's fun, though."

[mitochondriaaya]

//I love my tattoo,// she admitted with a small pat to Aya's head. //I'm going to get another when I decide what! Just my parents...// Yeah.

Her parents were convinced Aya was the issue here.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan nodded and shoved another sandwich at Aya. "Well, that's what bad influences are. People who help you make choices that other people claim are bad."

[mitochondriaaya]

//I though bad influences were people who encouraged you to do bad things, full stop. Tattoos aren't bad. Robbing a store is, it's a stupid thing to think tha the line there is blurry?//

[sliceitwithwind]

"Nah, because I think that the tattoo is cool. Your mom doesn't agree." THERE WAS STILL TRAUMA FROM BEING YELLED AT BY A MOOGLE MOMMA, "So to her, Aya is a bad influence on you. To me? Not so much."

[mitochondriaaya]

//It's a cool tattoo,// she agreed simply, a bit proud. //And the artist has agreed to work with me again!:: He'd be the first and probably only (for a while) moogle tattooist! //A bad influence should be a literal thing. Not subjective!//

[sliceitwithwind]

"Never going to happen. Even 'Moogles are good' is debated. Mostly by people who can't see Moogles, but still. Can't get anyone to agree on what's a bad influence, I'm afraid."

[mitochondriaaya]

//There ARE some universals though! Unprovoked and unnecessary murder for example!//

[sliceitwithwind]

He shrugged, "Maybe so but...some people have really weird ideas of what constitutes provocation."

[mitochondriaaya]

//True,// she huffed softly. //Ohhhh she's finally chewing slower!//

[sliceitwithwind]

"Coming back to us, monkey?" Dilan asked, smiling down at her.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya hiccuped a moment, shaking painfully with the damages she had but...yeah. "Ugh. Yeah? More protein, less veg for a bit. Any bone marrow out there?" she groaned.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Coming," Dilan said, cracking another marrow bone and handing it to Aya. With a spoon, for easier digging out. "This is the last of it, though, we'll have to send out for more."

[mitochondriaaya]

"You loovvvve meeeee," Aya sang softly, happy to have her little spin for bone emptying! "Kid okay?"

"/Yes, kid is fine!/" Mog assured, patting her head.