Snippet #3.02
First part here!
TW: description of wounds,ïżŒ needle, held down, explosion
All they knew for certain was their leg was in pain. No, that wasnât the right word. Burning, aching⊠throbbing? Yeah, those were better descriptions. All three fit the agonizing feeling that made Hero want to scream.
They knew the walls were a dark green, the cabinets were a shiny silver color. The hero tried to focus on the things around them. Itâd keep them from full blown panic.
They swallowedâ though their throat was sandpaper âwhen they noticed a cut about mid-thigh too clean to be accident, right where the searing seemed to originate from.
Upon closer inspection it almost looked like someone slashed their suit then stabbed them. But there wasnât blood anywhere? Just a blackish-blue bruise the size of a fist?
Hey, wait a minute, that was the same mark an epipen would leave. Wait a minute, did an epipen do that? Did their epipen do that?
It was at that moment the door swung open. The hero froze as two people walked in. Lab coats, one in a turtleneck, the other in a set of off-blue colored scrubs.
They immediately categorized them as civilians, medical workers. The two kept their heads buried in their tablets, effectively not noticing the heroâs awakened state. That was until one of them pulled out a needle and reached for the IV.
The only way Hero could describe what happened when they grabbed the medicâs arm as pure chaos. The medic shrieked, scaring the other nurse who in turn tossed their tablet. The scream apparently alerted others, and now there were more people flooding through the door.
The command for someone to hold Hero down came from the first nurse, and moments later their arms, legs, and shoulders were pinned down. They couldnât get up. They couldnât fight them. No, nononono.
âGetoffgetoffgetoff. Get off me!â
âLet them alone,â A new voice rang, calm, but yet still commanding. It was enough that the nurses backed off, thank goodness.
âIts morphine, if thatâs what you were so dearly frightened about. You were afraid of it being poison?â
Did they just-? How did they know that?
âOr was it something else entirely ⊠Youâve been quite on edge, even before the doctors arrivedâŠâ Oh, theyâre a mind reader. Great, just what Hero needed.
âNow now, thatâs no way to greet your savior,â
Who is this, who do they think they are?
âYouâll call me a concerned party. If I may ask, do you remember what happened that landed you here?â
Hero couldnât seem to remember anything. The last thing they could remember was sprinting across rooftop after rooftops towards a bank vault heist in progress. They could see a figure in the distance, but Hero was too far away yet to see who. Was it Supervillain or Thief, perhaps?
No, it was someone theyâd never seen before. Hero made note of the stormy grey body suit, a deep green glow illuminating from lines carved into their suit. They couldnât tell for certain, but it looked like the suit was the expensive stuffâ fireproof, bulletproof, the works.
Whoever this was, they had deep connections. And money. Lots of money.
Hero made their presence known as they approached. The figure swiveled, eyes wide. They took a step back. And another. Then they were running into the bank? Despite the questionable action, Hero gave chase.
When the person took a left turn down a corridor, Hero didnât expect them to come barreling back at an inhuman speed. Hero crashed into the figure, falling face first to the ground. They looked up.
Oh, so thatâs why they were running like they saw a demon. Thatâs a bomb.
Well, it was close enough to a demon.
The last thing they could remember was running. The other person was nowhere in sight, so they must have already made it out, right?
âHey.â Someone shook Heroâs shoulder, effectively bringing them back to reality. But what about the epipen bruise? They couldnât explain where the mark came from.
Their savior chuckled. âIâll let you alone for a moment. Thereâs someone waiting, they can clarify I do believe.â And without answering Heroâs question, they left.
The next person to enter the room sent Heroâs heart in a frenzy.
âIâm told you recognized me,â They held out a hand to shake. It was them. They were alive! âIâm Villain. And I believe we have a few things to discuss.â
Taglist: @chaoticgoodandi , @dovahcourts
I apologize for how long this took to write!
