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]

The first person to pick up the phone didn't speak Moogle. They got a Moogle, however, who took Mog's message and then almost literally broke the speed of sound to get to the boys, who were (for once) working on something together.

The only reason that Braig wasn't losing his license is because Mog also arranged for a lights-and-sirens escort because everyone knew that there was no way Braig wasn't going to get there as fast as legitimately possible. (Dilan was not going to be surprised if he woke up with white hair, between Braig's driving and the shot.)

"POWER OF ATTOURNEY!" Dilan bellowed as he bulled his way into the hospital, "AYA BREA. I'M HERE. NO PAINKILLERS UNTIL I'VE VERIFIED." He got to be PoA simply because he was louder and more medically inclined than Braig. Also less likely to punch someone.