Italics- thoughts
"Hey!"- speaking
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It never used to hurt before,
It isn't funny anymore.
Feeling so alone now
Funny how you wish someway
That you'll die at the hospital.
The used-Hospital
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Hospital
Dr. H. Hemstine walked briskly down the hospitals empty corridor. He was finishing up his nightly rounds and soon came to a stop outside the room of his last patient of the night. Picking up the chart that rested outside the door, he quickly scanned it for a name and condition. "Harvey Dent…" he mumbled. "Severe burns to the left side of the face…" The young doctor had heard what had happened and was not looking forward to seeing the white knight. To be quite honest this was his first burn victim.
He quietly swung open the door and was greeted by a bitter combination of burnt flesh and alcohol. Scrunching up his nose in distaste he lightly padded over to his unfortunate patient. Tonight was simple, check and record vitals, look for any change in the healing burns, and inject a shot of morphine.
Hemstine quickly finished with the vitals and them proceeded to check the burns on Harvey's face. "Damn that Joker." he mumbled. "This hospitals never been so busy." Slowly, ever so slowly, he lifted the gauze that covered half of the lawyers face. His breath hitched. It was worst than he thought.
The entire left side of Harvey's face was scabbed up and most all of his skin had burned off, leaving his eye completely exposed. Which was weird because the eye itself was unharmed. The skin around the mans cheek was nonexistent, giving the doctor a perfect view of his tongue and teeth. Various tendons still connected the top and bottom jaw. Lucky man, he would still be able to eat and talk.
Nothing seemed to be out of place and though the skin would never fully heal, it was coming along quite nicely. Not wanting to look any longer than he had to, Dr. Hemstine applied some medicine to the burns and re-bandaged the wound.
Practiced hands swiftly filled the needle with morphine and injected it into the I.V.
He sighed in relief. "Finally, now I can go home". In three large strides he reached the door and gripped the handle. He stopped in mid-twist. Footsteps. Weird, I thought I was the only one on this floor. It was nearly 1 in the morning and there weren't many people that worked nights in Gotham General though Dr. Hemstine's shift ended at 12 but he was particularly lazy that day. Suddenly he heard voices. He got an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach but shrugged it off as paranoia.
Not wanting to be caught eavesdropping he backed away from the door figuring he'd just wait until whoever-it-was to go on their way. His foot hit the table ment to hold up the patients food, knocking over a fork and an unneeded bedpan in the process. "Shit!" he grumbled. The voices suddenly grew quiet and the walking sped into a run until the figures stopped outside the door. The young doctor froze. His breathing stilled and his heart raced.
What the hell is wrong with me?! Its probably just two nurses coming to see if Harvey's alright. They heard the crash…
His thoughts drifted off as the door opened. Two figures stood in the doorway. They smelled strongly of Whisky and gasoline, it made his eyes water and his throat dry. "uggh" he moaned. His eyes slowly adjusted to the bright hallway lights. His panic rose, his heart skipped a beat at who he saw. Not a nurse, not a doctor, not even a lowly intern.
A high pitched cackle filed the hospital air. "Why hello there… doctor." There, standing in the door way, was the horrifying face of the Joker.
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Please review! This is my first fan fiction and I want to know what you think. Flamers will be used to make popcorn! Just so you know, I will only update this if you reviewers want me to. Dr. Hemstine will not stay in the story long, he's just my way of introducing things. This takes place the night before the hospital blows up, when the Joker and his goons plant the bombs. Ill try to stay in character as much as I can and any OC's will not stay in the story long. If I do update this, the chapters will get longer.
Remember constructive criticism, and ideas are always welcome, and it doesn't hurt to leave a short little review!