The Bleeding
Chapter 2: Naming the Dead
The Mercy District
Cardinal Gibbons Memorial Hospital
Neo Natal I.C.U.
"Hey Mary, anything shaking tonight?"
"A few things. We got some filing to do. Oh Maggie, wants us to clean up the Nurse's
Break Room."
"Again?"
"Yeah, fucking pigs from the day shift claimed that they didn't have
time'. Bitches."
"You do the Break Room."
"ME!?!"
"Yeah you, I did it last night. Word to my dead Daddy Herb if I find
one more loaded condom back there..."
"Oh God, Harley and Shawn must be back together."
"Yeah for this month anyway. Anything else?"
"... hmmm, yeah actually. We got 'naming detail'."
"Which one?"
"The one that came on Friday, the boy."
"So 'Dumpster Juice' is gonna make it?"
"Lovely nickname you christened him with Lisa. But alas no,
he's no better today than he was last night. I guess the 'suits' are
sick of paying premium for a kid they know won't make it, so he's
being moved to the Hospice."
"Yeah, well he'll get all the morphine his little dysfunctional heart
can take until he kicks off."
"God Lisa... Any ideas for a name?"
"As long as it looks good on a tombstone, I am frosty with whatever."
"That was 'frosty' comment..."
"Shit Girl, you been here what, six months? You've seen the shit that
goes on in here. Half these little bastards don't make it a week and the
half that do live end up in orphanages. Nobody cares about gene trash,
especially little sick ones."
"...Still, he's only a baby..."
"And. That's. All. He'll. Ever. Be."
"True." *sigh* "I guess the least we can do is give him something
respectable."
"So any ideas?"
"Hmmm, howzabout Ralph?"
"Please."
"Morris?"
"Sounds like a striper."
"Ohh, Zachariah."
"Too Biblical."
"You did say tombstone."
"Yeah, but Zac-har-iah?"
"Hmmm, Richard?"
"Good one, that's my ex-husband's name."
"And that makes it good?"
"Yeah, I always wished that sorry ass bastard would drop dead, so
I could dance on his fucking grave."
"Tsk... What about a middle name?"
"That is so old Earth."
"And, I'm from Earth, nothing wrong with a middle name. Kinda makes
you seem more ... important."
"Can't think of anything."
"C'mon Lisa..."
"Hey, why not Bryant?"
"You wanna name this kid after your asshole ex-husband AND your idiot
ex-boyfriend too?"
"Hey you asked. And since the kid's name is gonna be on a tombstone,
it might as well be a name that I can 'dance to'."
"Lord Lisa, with that logic why don't you just tag the poor kid with Maggie's
last name?"
"Sounds like a grand idea to me. I can't stand her ass either. The Bitch.
Her name in granite sounds even better than my ex-husband's."
"I can't believe this."
"Well, kid named, time to do rounds."
"He is not named..."
"Yes, he is. Look Mary, he's 'dead' okay, accept it. We have to
name him by law, who gives a shit WHAT the name is?"
"Fine, Richard Bryant Riddick it is. But I be damned if I am
cleaning the breakroom."
"Oh yes you are..."
"Hell no I ain't..."
Chapter 2: Naming the Dead
The Mercy District
Cardinal Gibbons Memorial Hospital
Neo Natal I.C.U.
"Hey Mary, anything shaking tonight?"
"A few things. We got some filing to do. Oh Maggie, wants us to clean up the Nurse's
Break Room."
"Again?"
"Yeah, fucking pigs from the day shift claimed that they didn't have
time'. Bitches."
"You do the Break Room."
"ME!?!"
"Yeah you, I did it last night. Word to my dead Daddy Herb if I find
one more loaded condom back there..."
"Oh God, Harley and Shawn must be back together."
"Yeah for this month anyway. Anything else?"
"... hmmm, yeah actually. We got 'naming detail'."
"Which one?"
"The one that came on Friday, the boy."
"So 'Dumpster Juice' is gonna make it?"
"Lovely nickname you christened him with Lisa. But alas no,
he's no better today than he was last night. I guess the 'suits' are
sick of paying premium for a kid they know won't make it, so he's
being moved to the Hospice."
"Yeah, well he'll get all the morphine his little dysfunctional heart
can take until he kicks off."
"God Lisa... Any ideas for a name?"
"As long as it looks good on a tombstone, I am frosty with whatever."
"That was 'frosty' comment..."
"Shit Girl, you been here what, six months? You've seen the shit that
goes on in here. Half these little bastards don't make it a week and the
half that do live end up in orphanages. Nobody cares about gene trash,
especially little sick ones."
"...Still, he's only a baby..."
"And. That's. All. He'll. Ever. Be."
"True." *sigh* "I guess the least we can do is give him something
respectable."
"So any ideas?"
"Hmmm, howzabout Ralph?"
"Please."
"Morris?"
"Sounds like a striper."
"Ohh, Zachariah."
"Too Biblical."
"You did say tombstone."
"Yeah, but Zac-har-iah?"
"Hmmm, Richard?"
"Good one, that's my ex-husband's name."
"And that makes it good?"
"Yeah, I always wished that sorry ass bastard would drop dead, so
I could dance on his fucking grave."
"Tsk... What about a middle name?"
"That is so old Earth."
"And, I'm from Earth, nothing wrong with a middle name. Kinda makes
you seem more ... important."
"Can't think of anything."
"C'mon Lisa..."
"Hey, why not Bryant?"
"You wanna name this kid after your asshole ex-husband AND your idiot
ex-boyfriend too?"
"Hey you asked. And since the kid's name is gonna be on a tombstone,
it might as well be a name that I can 'dance to'."
"Lord Lisa, with that logic why don't you just tag the poor kid with Maggie's
last name?"
"Sounds like a grand idea to me. I can't stand her ass either. The Bitch.
Her name in granite sounds even better than my ex-husband's."
"I can't believe this."
"Well, kid named, time to do rounds."
"He is not named..."
"Yes, he is. Look Mary, he's 'dead' okay, accept it. We have to
name him by law, who gives a shit WHAT the name is?"
"Fine, Richard Bryant Riddick it is. But I be damned if I am
cleaning the breakroom."
"Oh yes you are..."
"Hell no I ain't..."