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]

"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."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Every time?" he blinked. "She's already had one dose earlier when we first tried a contrast dye..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yes, but only once per thing. You could use that dye, now, because she's somehow," he hasn't figured it out yet, "not allergic after the first time."

[mitochondriaaya]

"...that doesn't make any sense." Obviously he was preaching to the choir there but it had to be said. It wasn't how allergies worked. "Why is she on the streets working instead of in a study?!"

[sliceitwithwind]

MINE was Dilan's instinctual response. Half unrealized feelings, half scientific possessiveness. "She is," was his measured response, "however she's a person and gets to live her life too. She's in the labs on a regular basis."

[mitochondriaaya]

He stared a moment, something back in his lizard brain telling him to tread carefully here? "Alright? I just...unique biology certainly she could afford not to be in a place where she faces down guns." He didn't mean it in a bad way! Just, well, buckshot and shrapnel!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Monkey's gotta be monkey." Braig said, patting Dilan's elbow, "She's a person first, an interesting biology somethin' like eighth."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Alright," he nodded sharply. "Alright. I'll try not to think about that then." Luckily for him some of the imaging was being run back with a nurse now!

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan remained close enough to hand to be able to point out anything weird (for Aya) or normal (for Aya), and Braig...hovered. Not too close, just. He wanted to help, and could not help, and therefor was trying to figure out how fast he could speed-read through Aya's file and help at least a little?

[mitochondriaaya]

The doctor was barely noticing Dilan OR Braig now honestly. They were interesting people sure but he was getting ANSWERS now with more films and images run to him as he loaded up on screens and pinned on light boards. The rate she had been losing blood had been worrisome, hence the cutoff of when she'd have to be air lifted to a larger facility...

..."fuck." Yeah. "Here. She curled around the kid, so the buckshot along the leg and hip, but the partial rolling meant there was a gap when the tank blew. She got shrapnel upward toward her lungs. Here and here, tears in the diaphragm, how she was talking is beyond me, though it's...cloudy, so I need B7 ENHANCED!" he called down the hall. "And some bouncing along ribs." Chest cavity inner bleeding, the leg and hip had some bleed, but the worst was higher.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan loomed over the doctor to also look at the scans, reading them as easily as the person being paid did. "Yeah...that makes sense." he said absently, "Aya's good like that. No magic, she's allergic. Every time."

Braig went back to gently holding Aya's hand. Even if she wasn't awake.

[mitochondriaaya]

"We're too small for a dedicated healer on site, ours rotates..." he noted absently. "Surgery, I want her in the OR within the hour. It's going to be a long one, we're prepping blood transfers now, consult with the anesthesiologist Dr. Dilan?"

He glanced toward the patient and Braig, weighing size, If you can get your friend through scrub procedure he can stay at her head and hold her hand. If she has that many sensitivities, someone holding her hand will help, and we may need you to second me. The other delicate surgeon is handling a collision case."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Will do." Dilan said with a nod, "I'll be your spare set of hands if needed...and I think Braig will be deeply comforted by staying near her."

"It's true." Braig agreed without heat.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Alright, go sanitize now, nurse Gen will show you the way. We need her in OR fastest."

Gen waved from the door? "Spare scrubs are there as well."

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan didn't exactly sprint to go wash up and get into (too small) scrubs, but he came very close. Braig also scrubbed up and got redressed. He had to roll up the scrubs, but at least they (mostly) fit him.

"Direct me." Dilan said once they were all in the OR. Braig didn't bother, he took up residence near Aya's head and stroked her hair back.

[mitochondriaaya]

It was for the best that this doctor was quite good at his job? And he didn't let himself be caught up in the fact that Dilan wasn't a normal second for him, he treated the man just like he would anyone who could follow orders! Careful removals and stitching, and only one instance of almost allergic reaction later, and he finally stepped back? "So those clouded sections weren't nearly as bad as they should have been? We'll have to get our equipment checked," he sighed as he was scrubbing up afterward.

"f you do decide to go into human medical we'd be happy to have your residency here."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Thank you." Dilan said, politely. It wouldn't be nice to explain that doctorates were a hobby, and that Ansem had him set up quite well. "If I decide to make that career change, I will definitely come here." They took care of his monkey. He'd come to them.

He finished scrubbing as well and said, "If it's possible, I'd love to see the report afterwards. I can submit a formal request if needed."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Your other friend has paid for a large private room, given the cops are still here and I don't believe either of you will be leaving, much less the moogle, that seemed best not to fight," he mused a bit bewildered. It was rare someone waved cash like that here?

Ah. "I can leave you with the file as long as you're here, but for an official copy please, yes, submit a request as her medical power of attorney."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Braig is ridiculously rich." Dilan explained, "And, yes, we will not be leaving. The three of us are always better when we're together...and Mog's her best friend. Trying to remove Mog might get a weapon flashed around. She's absolutely the violent one."

Said the Katzu about the Moogle.

Yes. He knew how ridiculous it was, too.

"Will do! Thank you very much, doctor."

[mitochondriaaya]

"If she can't have magical aid even when our traveling doctor is back then she may be here...a while," he admitted. "Diaphragm stitches are very touchy things." Just as a warning? Likely, like the cops, a rotating vigil may be better since people had lives and work?

"Oh yes of course. Thank you for your aid tonight, you have very deft hands." Best he had at the moment, he was actually starting to yawn.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Sleep well, doctor." Dilan said, "I understand. We'll be here." Aya was here. He and Braig, well. That's what sick leave was for.

[mitochondriaaya]

The cop vigil hadn't shifted in the least when he got out, freshly scrubbed? And every single one of the cops was LOOKING AT HIM. For an update obviously. Aya had not been wheeled back to Emergency after all.

[sliceitwithwind]

"She's going to be fine." Dilan said, without hesitation, "She's been moved to a private room. It may take a while for her to be fully healed, but there will be no reason for her not to be back on duty eventually."

He then glided towards the room in question, feeling a little like a mother duck with all the blue clad ducklings in tow behind him as a cop parade followed.

[mitochondriaaya]

A large, almost katzu height (not quite) black man drifted up beside Dilan as he walked, "how long will she be down?" he asked seriously. "I want her to take the detective test, medical downtime is good for that."

There was a scattering of boos and yays behind them? Beat wanted to keep her, but talent was talent...rookie or no!