Paging Doctor Arc:
In the world of Remnant injury is common, serious injury even more so for the brave defenders of humanity. Once upon a time that might have been Jaune Arc, before he discovered his semblance. Jaune's inherent ability to manipulate living organisms to heal them from anything barring permanent brain death proved highly coveted. The council snatched him up and Jaune has since spent the last 6 years of his life running back and forth to meet the council's demands. His reputation is legendary in both the hunter and the medical community, for it is said that when the doctor comes to visit, everyone survives.
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"Paging Dr. Arc, Paging Dr. Arc..." the woman over the PA chimed across Vale's most opulent hospital. Mercy Hope Hospital was the most premiere place in the entire continent of Sanus. Only the wealthiest, most connected can hope to get near-instantaneous treatment from this facility.
Jaune Arc, former high school student and now nihilistic doctor, hated it.
"Doctor, Councilwoman True is here. The head doctor claims she has a malignant tumor in her lung." his secretary, Cinnamon Barbatos, better known as "Cinna", mentioned to him as he tiredly got up from his chair. His "office" was a converted storage room with the most pricey, fine furniture and equipment the facility could buy for him, but he'd much rather be curled up in his bed than spend one more minute at that mahogany desk.
"Pfft, if only she'd stop smoking." Jaune grumbled as he passed by her, white lab coat hanging over a Pink Floyd T-shirt, jeans, and a pair of red converse. To anyone else he looked to be some teen dressing up -poorly at that- as a doctor. But to those who worked here they knew that casual style meant they needed to put on their best faces, Dr. Arc was coming and he was not apt for charity ironically.
Jaune continued walking as his secretary read him the various reports and meetings he had to be assigned to today. It never ended, every moment he was working with only a combined 2 hour break every day to eat, rest, drink, and relax. His semblance, Life Giver, allowed him to maintain his physical energy levels at optimal standards at all times without the need for much rest. His mental stamina, however, had degraded to the point that people learned to not trouble the good doctor with pointless tasks or questions least they be booted out of their job.
Dr. Jaune Arc was the premiere healer in the world, and perhaps history, and had enough pull to bring down council members in nearly every country. Despite that, he had been on the damned Vale Council's chain for nearly 7 years now, running errands back and forth for them.
"There's a meeting for you at 3:30 today, Councilman Weathers has requested you vouch for his medical leave last year." Cinna spoke as her heels clicked alongside him.
"Weathers can stuff it, fat bastard." Jaune grumbled to her again, Cinna adjusted her glasses and nodded.
"Quite right sir, but we still must be there."
"Yeah, yeah." Jaune groaned as he entered the room containing the distinguished councilwoman. "True, so you have lung cancer."
"Y-Yes Mr. Arc, the doctors here told me it would be inoperable if it weren't for you-"
"Yes, yes let's get on with it." Jaune yawned, tapping his fingers against the woman's head. There was a soft white glow and the rattling, dried out voice of the council woman disappeared.
She took a deep breath and sighed happily. "Thank you Doctor, you truly are Vale's finest!"
"Goodbye." was all Jaune responded with as he left, following his own path to the hospital director's office.
"Sir, you have a board meeting at 11 PM tonight." Cinna reminded him with a small wince, Jaune stopped and turned around.
"11 PM is my established break time, either tell them to reschedule or tell them that I won't be in attendance." Jaune answered her before he continued his stride.
"Very good sir, I shall do so immediately." she nodded, sending a message on her Scroll tablet.
Jaune barged into the Director's room, a balding fat man who probably earned more than the bottom 10% of Vale City combined. Director Calder got up in a fluster and prepared to yell at the intruder before seeing who it was. The man choked on his words before adjusting his tie and giving a smile.
"Jauney-boy!" he greeted warmly.
"Shut up and sit down you big bald fuck." Jaune commanded back, causing the man to sit down immediately. "Now I was reading our expense reports and it says right here that 2.1 million was going to "Councilmember Kickbacks"? Nuh uh, cut that shit right now."
"W-Well Dr. Arc there are certain legality issues with that-" Calder started before he was cut off again.
"If you want to see some "legality issues" put me in a fucking room with whoever came up with this for 10 minutes." Jaune responded, irritated at this doddering idiot's blabbering.
"P-Please, Jaune, the council pays for almost all of this facilities technology and supplies, we need them to keep the hospital running." Calder pleaded with the disgruntled man, the boy's unshaven stubble giving him a "violent drunk" look to him.
"Correction Jimmy, you need them to keep this hospital running. I can leave whenever I want." Jaune said, leaning back in his chair.
"Jaune, you know the council won't just let you-"
"Oh they will, I'll have to twist their arm a bit but once I stop healing people they'll fix their wagon right quick. I suggest you organize a meeting with the council and tell them I won't have 2.1 million lien going to lining their pockets when we need to be giving it to patients who can't even afford to look at this goddamn building!" Jaune demanded, slamming a fist down onto the table.
And with that, Jaune got up and went to his next appointment with a visiting ambassador from Vacuo. As the pair walked along the halls Jaune stared at his assistant out of the corner of his eye before sighing deeply.
"Problem sir?" Cinna asked him.
"You know if you're sick you can ask me to heal you Cinnamon."
She twitched at the name but otherwise kept a cool demeanor. "Well sir, I didn't wish to bother you."
"Working with a hangover is no fun I imagine." Jaune grumbled, pausing to tap his secretary on her head.
"Thank you sir, I feel much better." she answered, straightening out the strands of loose hair that had given her away.
Jaune gave his secretary the once over, idly debating whether to scold her for drinking with a cold but decided against it. Cinna stood much short than Jaune at a mere 5'2, but her demeanor gave her all the power she needed. It was the way she held herself and how she dressed that projected the vibe "do not fuck with me" that got Jaune interested all the years ago. Dressed in an average suit jacket and skirt, Cinna's most surprising look was her fiery red in a pixie cut that made her stand out in a crowd.
"Sir, we have to be going." Cinna mentioned, causing her superior to nod and keep moving.
After finishing up with the most pompous Vacuan Jaune had ever had the displeasure of meeting, he returned back to his office to review medical charts, expense reports, and personal documents that all made him want to rip his hair out. Idly, he wondered how his hunter patients were doing in the field, he much preferred their gruff, yet understanding, demeanor more than the wealthy leeches that he was usually surrounded by.
Jaune had been sitting for no more than 10 minutes before Cinna came by and warned him that an emergency meeting had been called in the meeting room. Sighing deeply, Jaune nodded his head and followed his trusted underling to the room that had already grown packed with different doctors, politicians, and even that Deputy Headmistress of Beacon, Gertha or something.
"Well since none of us want to be here I'll keep this brief." the head doctor started. "According to huntsman reports a massive burrow of Grim Diggers erupted from the tunnels beneath Mountain Glenn and got their way into the eastern sector of Vale."
A tense silence ensued for a moment before Gertha something or other began talking again. "We kept casualties to a minimum but a brood that size caused mass havoc and injured 3 huntsman, we need you're help organizing a rescue and healing effort."
"Good we'll send our most prominent aides to the area immediately, Glynda what would you say is-" the head doctor was cut off by the gruff looking young man.
"Glynda, how many are injured and do you have them in an enclosed space?" Jaune asked impatiently, tapping his foot like an agitated parent.
Glynda took a minute to process that, the deputy headmistress slowly nodding. "Yes, we set up a field hospital for those who couldn't be moved, right now they number around 44 and-"
"Perfect, charter me a bullhead there immediately we'll be done before supper." Jaune said, leaving the room in a moment, leaving a nearly stunned crowd behind.
"Doctor Macintosh, was that-?" Glynda began, only to be interrupted again.
"Aye, that was Doctor Arc- and yes, he will be done before supper time." Doctor Macintosh answered, rubbing his temples sorely.
The news that day was flooded with reports of the legendary Doctor Arc selflessly walking into a medical tent and curing all the afflicted with a single wave of his hand...