Reassuring the Angels
Bruce woke quickly, his senses going into overdrive, he could feel the coolness of the steel table, smell the disinfectant, and his hands tingled like they had fallen asleep on him. A soft voice drew his attention and he slowly turned his head. Alfred was handing a cup of steaming liquid to a rangy woman with long red hair. She looked vaguely familiar, her name came unbidden. Dr. Sophia Carson, she had patched him up, removing the bullet, stitching closed his wounds, and dealing with the pain that had his whole body feeling like it was on fire. He supposed that he owed her some debt of thanks; she had probably saved his life. He watched with hidden interest as she packed away her tools and continued a conversation with Alfred; he suspected it was about how to care for him. What ever drugs she had pumped into him were working hard to keep him suspended above the pain, but below the nightmares that were sure to plague his sleep. Bruce lay there letting his mind wander from thought to thought.
Sophia cleaned her surgical kit, carefully discarding of bloody cotton swabs; she paused to take a critical look at her handy work. The bullet hole was stitched shut; the stab wound was now nothing more than a thin line of black sutures. The heavy bruising was beginning to appear, welts across his shoulders and ribs, those came from some blunt object. Probably a pipe, a bruise ran across his torso diagonally, that was from a seatbelt. Alfred had mentioned a car crash happening hours before the rest of this hell went down. Sophia sighed and finished packing her tools; Alfred pushed a cup of coffee into her hand.
"Thank you." He muttered passing a quick glance over his friend's prone form. Sophia shrugged.
"Don't thank me yet, if he can function tomorrow, then you thank me." A dark look of concern flashed over Alfred's face. He nodded slowly and shuffled the prescriptions she had written between his fingers. Sophia nodded to those papers.
"One is for an antibiotic; he's had a lot of foreign agents passed into his system. It should enable him to fight them off, if not you give me a call, I can get something stronger if need be. The other is for the pain, they will relax him, making healing easier. But nothing strenuous for a few weeks; if he tears those stitches I will not be the one sowing him back up." Alfred nodded; Sophia sighed and laid a hand on his arm.
"Don't worry so much, he will be just fine." She smiled softly and picked up her bag, "Call me if you need anything else." She cast one more glance over her patient before following Alfred to the elevator. She met Bruce Wayne's glazed gaze and smiled.
"You will be just fine."