Chapter 5:
Back at the hospital, Percy stood vigilant, ready for the arrival of the ruffian and partner of the injured. Apparently, the girl she'd brought here was older than she looked, 27, and was an inscribed.
However what disturbed her was not the injuries she had received from the gang for petty pocket money, but the backlash the girl's epithet had on herself.
The doctors had determined that most of the bone breakage was not caused due to the attack, but instead broke by itself. The history they'd gotten from Mera when she woke explained it much better, and Percy felt absolutely awful.
So many people had epithets which would allow them to do some sort of special skill due to themselves being within the 1 in 10. But this small girl was gifted an epithet that hurt her while working to help her.
'It might explain why she's so small… if her growth plates were damaged while she was still young it would have stunted her growth… and-'
Percy's thoughts were cut short as Zora sauntered in, an unreasonably buff man who appeared to be a mix of Polynesian and desert descent, running in after her.
"Damn. Y'all weren't kidding when you said the report called him clueless!" Zora chuckled in regards to Indus.
The man paid no mind to the two, going straight to find out what had happened. From his connection to her, they were able to know of her condition and in how grave of a state she was in.
Percy glances up when Indus stumbled over, obviously in shock from the information he'd received. "What is it? How bad is it?"
"They…."
"Don't know if she'll live?" Zora finishes his sentence, receiving a nod in response.
"Thank you, honorable police woman and cowboy. You have given my liege a chance at life." Indus bowed.
"Of course. It is only my duty as a worker of the law." Percy nodded, then turned to take her leave along with Zora.
Once out of sight and earshot, Zora leaned over onto Percy's shoulder. "It's 5 pm, meaning your shift, is over." She murmured with a wink.
Back inside, Indus was hunched over in a chair next to Mera's bed. What he'd been told petrified him for a few solid minutes.
Only her left femur and right tibia were unharmed within her legs, and 6 of her ribs were in decent enough condition. The right femur had to be surgically put back into place and pinned, otherwise, it would surely move out of place again. Her left humerus had snapped like a twig, and multiple fingers on both hands were splinted.
Mera was, as the doctor had put it, extremely lucky that only two of her spinal bones had been fractured. And according to scans, it wouldn't mess up the neural transmitters or blood supply. Overall it seemed as though she'd been run over by a bus made of boulders.
Indus couldn't bear to think of the fact that she might die from the shock, pain, and stress this kind of damage put on her fragile body. He was scared.
