The office floor, perhaps the most boring part of the hospital. Of all of the sections of the Hospital, this is the worst place for the most upbeat. The halls were quiet and if one listens closely enough, the clicking of computer keys could be heard. Everyone that worked at the Hospital had their own office. Hell, even Needlepoint did, who was an ER nurse. Mostly paperwork, legal matters, and meetings were done here. Most spent their free time either here, or in the staff lounge. However, an additional set of typing noises were heard today.
"Ugh, I can prevent death but not paperwork. I hate this shit…" *She continued to stare at the screen, typing out a long document, in a very formal font. Normally, there is not much paperwork after an operation. This time, the kidney was rejected. While this was clearly not Heartstopper's fault, nonetheless she had to fill out paperwork, as did everyone else who treated the patient.
The calm was broke when a light footed pony entered the room. She had multiple bruises on her face, and appeared to be walking funny. "Heartstopper, you're needed in the ER! Theres a patient thats wrecking the place!" Then she ran towards the elevator, holding it for the surgeon.
Heartstopper raised an eyebrow as what she just heard. 'Drunks are normally very easy to control… so why am I needed? Ah screw it. I need an excuse to not do paperwork.' So she calmly walked out of her office, casually closing and locking the door. Her hooves clopped quietly as she headed towards the elevator, Ivy waiting inside.
As the elevator reached the 2nd floor (1 floor above the ER) loud crashing noises could be heard, along with the occasional scream. Ivy his behind Heartstopper as the door opened, the ER looking like a disaster zone. '...At least there seems to be no spilled fluids.' the teal pony thought. Medical equipment was sprawled all over, the walls bearing marks. Even the beds were moved somewhat. In the middle of the room, a very buff stallion… well his ankles were tiny and the rest of his muscles buff. He was a completely white… pegasus? It was hard to tell due to his tiny tiny wings. His mark somewhat explained why he was tied to a gurney but still flinging doctors and machines around: A dumbbell. The various staff were standing back in fear, while Red Cross was trying to keep a royal guard from opening fire.
Ivy pushed Heartstopper out of the elevator, the latter trying her hardest to resist. After she was out, the teal unicorn ducked behind cover, Ivy following. The surgeon peeked over the tipped table, and managed to duck just as a jar of something was hurled at her. 'Okok, think fast… gotta calm him..' Both ponies were thrown back due to a flying monitor, the glass shattering all over them. Luckily, they were unharmed.
After regaining their mobility, they scampered behind the front desk, where The Receptionist was also hiding. Red Cross was hiding behind a curtain, his right eye brutally beaten. The enraged stallion (who was still strapped to the gurney) was still trying to fight his way out of the hospital. Red Cross gestured to a cart, which had different medications locked inside it.
Heartstopper bolted towards the cabinet, her rear getting slapped hard which sent her flying. She got to the cart, but unfortunately gained the attention of the buff brawler. who started barreling towards her. The doctor had to think quick, but that turned out as ducking. That seemed to work, as the muscular pony slammed into it sending medication, syringes, and other medical supplies flying.
Meanwhile, Heartstopper was still running for her life, the shiny, waxed floor not providing much help. She tried running for the door, but found that blocked off. Next she tried for the elevator, but the stallion stepped on her coat, holding her in place. She struggled to no avail, and was surely done for. Just as she was about to become the pancake, Ivy ran at the huge pony and injected him with some drug. The prick caused just enough distraction, Heartstopper pulling out from under his hoof, hiding back behind the desk.
The injection pissed him off to the point where he broke from his restraints, busting through the barricades and out into the street. The whole staff was in shock for a moment, before Red Cross started to analyze the situation. He peered at the vial of medication that Ivy had injected into the pony that just caused hundreds of thousands of bits worth of medical equipment. "Ivy, what did you inject him with?" She turned the vial so he could see. He mouthed the name to himself, and his pupils shrunk to almost pinpoints. "Grab the paramedic's first aid, that drug will cut off his breathing two minutes after injection!"
Red Cross grabbed the bag, and all of the medical staff present scrambled out of the building and down the street trying to catch the patient. They thought they would have trouble finding him, until The Receptionist spotted him running to a train station. He shouted at his co-workers, who rushed to his direction. They found him collapsed in the doorway of the train car, not breathing.
Red Cross opened the bag, its contents spilling on the ground. He reached for the breathing equipment, popping the mask on the patient. Ivy had gone back to fetch a stretcher, which they had to roll him onto due to his size, hurrying back to the hospital.
Meanwhile, the elevator lowered to the 1st floor, Needlepoint stepping out. She looked around with a little surprised, more concerned on who was cleaning up. Despite not being there during the brawl, she somehow knew what had happened. "PCP is a hell of a drug."