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[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]

"Not a human doctor yet." Dilan admitted, "Third year med student in human biology, and childhood friend." It was the easiest way to describe things, "The three of us grew up together, and I've always been interested in sapient biology, so...I do have my MD in Katzu and Olia." it's just that Aya...wasn't as fragile as Braig or as rare as Dilan so he put it off how stupid could he have been?!

[mitochondriaaya]

"Alright, show me the MD creds once we have her off to scan and I'll see if I can trust you in the operating theater," he nodded sharply. "Reference on call would be useful, but I have to be sure due to hospital standards and insurances."

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan nodded and pulled out his wallet. Two different hospital IDs, plus a couple of affidavits from people who did not believe that someone who looked as A) young and B) alternative as Dilan could possibly be a doctor.

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"Nurse! Get these scanned and copied to this case file!" he called, waving one forward through the veritable crowd.

Aya chose then to peel an eye open as the nutrient bag went utterly dry? "Ugh."

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"Hey, kiddo." Braig said, possibly teleporting to her side, "We're here. Dilan's gonna help them take care of you."

Dilan...stayed where he was, out of the way. He was harder to work around than Braig.

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She licked very dry lips and tried to smile for him? "...hey. It's not...that bad. Promise." It wasn't. It wasn't even as bad as when she came in initially they'd find!

"Mmm, good here though." Yup, still stupidly tired enough to drop words.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Where else could we be?" he asked, trying for light. "You be good, now. No biting anyone."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Work." Obviously. They were supposed to be working right? "Mmmm, hungry, could bite..."

"NO FOOD BEFORE OPERATION!" The doctor noted firmly.

Bah.

[sliceitwithwind]

"No biting." Dilan agreed, "We'll feed you later. Braig, get the calorie charts out of the second folder. No, the blue one."

"Nah, this is more important than work."

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"When later?" she didn't want her brain to click off again! She'd terrify people at a buffet!

"Kuuuuupi!"

She grumbled and laid a shaking hand on Braig's, "loud moogle."

[sliceitwithwind]

"When you're allowed." Braig said, firmly, "We'll order in. She's worried."

[mitochondriaaya]

"...kay," she sighed, relaxing a touch as the nutrient bag was switched out, then eyed the syringe the doctor was holding.

Mog tensed, watching that as well, but Dilan was here so, "Kiii?" Safe contrast?

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah, that one's ok." Dilan said, having been working with the doctor while Braig and Mog talked to Aya, "She's got to go back now...we need to deal with this soonest." Ooops, too much tooth.

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"Propane tank bits," Aya nodded.

"PII!" And buckshot!

"Mostly tank bits. Good vest."

The doctor got the contrast injected into the saline drip then sighed, "Too many bits that shouldn't be there regardless. Internal bleeding in too many places."

"Oh, that's why I want to chew pennies."

[sliceitwithwind]

"No pennies!" the boys said together. Braig continued with, "I'll get the usual post-bloodloss food for you."

[mitochondriaaya]

The doctor actually jumped at the chorus then looked between people a bit wide eyed, "THIS HAPPENS OFTEN?!" Often enough there was a usual food and group reactions?!

"...no?" Aya blinked slowly.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan pointed at Braig's missing eye and cheek scar. "I mean, I don't scar much? But, yeah. We're active people and we were all kids together."

"The treehouse." Braig moaned.

"So, yes. We have standard food for when we get hurt."

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"...oh. Oh. Like, wait..." watch him try to build a meal plan that would work for all evident species here as a standard.

"Only tried to eat pennies like...twice," Aya muttered as a nurse came to start wheeling her bed away for scanning.

[sliceitwithwind]

Braig almost chuckled, "We do a lot of cooking." he said with a shrug, "Well, THEY do a lot of cooking. I can't cook."

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"But you all have vastly different dietary needs..." he said it like one would puzzle about how it was raining while it was sunny or arrival times for a flight reading as 'Sturgeon'. Just nothing was computing for a moment, and it was actually kind of nice to have a moment of utter oddity in the midst of this emergency.

[sliceitwithwind]

"When he says a lot of cooking," Dilan says, "He doesn't just mean often. Three or four mains a night is kind of our thing. Plus sides."

"Desserts." Braig agreed.

[mitochondriaaya]

Cue more bemused blinking, because seriously? Sure, if Dilan was dining together with them regularly but how did the other two handle that load?! "You are all rather..." something.

They were something.

[sliceitwithwind]

"You have no idea." the boys chorused, grinning widely. (Somehow, some way, Braig's smile looked fangier than Dilan's.)

[mitochondriaaya]

"No, no I don't," he agreed simply. "I will be reading that file in full after the surgery, can you summarize now anything that may complicate recovery?"

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan's smile faded and he started listing the necessary things. "Generally, have epinephrine on hand because if she gets something she hasn't had before she'll probably end up having an allergic reaction."