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]

"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.

[mitochondriaaya]

"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."

[mitochondriaaya]

//MY slaps hurt less,// Mog noted easily. //This is the first time I have seen zombie! She told me but...//

Pierce smiled back and utterly ignored the cops wolf whistling around him, "You are cute."

[sliceitwithwind]

"I know, it's almost scary isn't it?" Dilan smiled at Mog, then cursed softly as a bite hit his fingers.

"So are you." Mary assured him, "Denny's on fourth, two am tomorrow?"

[mitochondriaaya]

//A bit!// She winced as Dilan was bitten, staring, //now you'll be a zombie.// Alas.

"Ohhhhh, best offer I've got in a while but I'm sadly working. How about same place, and time on Wednesday?"

"Moonlighting techie," the cops laughed.

[kuromu_dokuro]

"Nah, this is not the first time I've been bit." Dilan assured her, "You should see the scar on my biceps."

"Works for me." Mary said, nodding and passing Dilan more food to hold to Aya, "See you then."

[mitochondriaaya]

//Fine, this isn't a horror movie then,// Mog sniffed. It was helping her not to worry about Aya ripping things to tease!

"Awesome!" Pierce was going to get so much ribbing for picking up a lady at a hospital but hey!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Trust me, I've done the numbers on zombies." Dilan damn near chirped, "Chances they could infect me anyway are very, very low."

[mitochondriaaya]

//But you're acclimated to her!// Mog countered. //If anyone could it would probably be Aya!//

[sliceitwithwind]

"But she's Aya." Dilan said in return, "Her system fights everything off. She never has the flu for more than half an hour."

[mitochondriaaya]

//...you have a point. She is a weird human. And gnawing on a ham bone.//

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan shoved another sandwich at Aya and took the bone away from her. Only to use his own jaw to crack the bone, however, so she could get the marrow.

[mitochondriaaya]

She actually fought him for a moment, only another pull inside making her lose her grip, but that bone marrow was FAR MORE IMPORTANT than the sandwich for a moment! Marrow, to the point of passing bones back for more cracking! //Scary Aya. Can we feed her the annoying precinct guy who can't see me?//

[sliceitwithwind]

"Why hasn't he been arrested?" Dilan said, grimly, as he cracked bones for his monkey. Then he hushed, because there were more bones to crack and less time with her snarl.

[mitochondriaaya]

//Not all BAD people are EVIL people. IA has the info, if he stays lawful, it's...life?// she grumbled.

All. The. BONES.

Another five or six then she was happy to return to a sandwich!

[sliceitwithwind]

"MMmmph." was his response. Dilan did not believe in people who couldn't see Moogles having badges. "Okay, based on past experience she's about a steak dinner away from speech."

[mitochondriaaya]

//She's been hurt like this before?// MOg blinked.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I mean, there was that time that a treehouse fell on her." Dilan admitted, "I'm pretty sure that I'm what broke her leg. Mind, broke my own leg too."

[mitochondriaaya]

//That's just a bone,// Mog snorted. //This is inside stitches!//