Amy

I sat back and looked over the list, and crossed another one off of it. My ever increasing list of people who needed healing, I sighed and smiled at the full list and put the number on. It was time.

"Hey, this is Scapegoat. I'm in."

I waited.

"Lovegood in."

"Panacea in."

I waited.

"Ironwood in."

"Witch Doctor in."

I smiled. The teleconference were filled with heroes and healers and-

"Ok first of all I want to complain, just cause I'm black and I'm from New Orleans it doesn't mean I should be given the name Witch Doctor. I'm a christian man I don't have nothing to do with that voodoo shit. Also chicken bones? Why would you wear that around your neck, it's not hygenic at all. I have to shower twice a day just to get the smell of it off of me."

I sighed, this is where we complained.

"Lovegood here, that is bullshit but I want to complain about my powers again, seriously Woody no one told me I would be dealing with so much of this, well everything. I'm just a boy from Cleveland I can't spend all day at the hospital."

There was a clicking sound.

"Only one Shard in a thousand seems to have the capability to heal others Lovegood, PRT orders are to flip the switch to that capability when undergoing the procedure to cure deformities caused by Case 53 syndrome. You were required to read that paperwork before you underwent that procedure. If you feel you are being overworked please contact your PRT handler, you may have vacation time coming."

"Real help Woody."

"You are welcome."

I smiled as Sensei either ignored or didn't get the sarcasm.

"Look Scapegoat here and honestly you two have it goddamned easy. Oh sure it sucks to have a crap costume and the lack of free time but I have a shitty costume, and my powers suck balls. I literally have to transfer diseases and injuries to myself and then give it to someone else. It's not like there's an unlimited number of condemed criminals in the US and it fucking hurts. Seriously people you have it goddamned easy."

I decided to chime in.

"We got hit by the Nine, they tried to kill me."

There was silence before Scapegoat decided to talk.

"Well thank god they failed, those assholes have killed, what half of us by now?"

"350 healers currently alive on Earth, they have successfully killed 25."

I sighed, as Scapegoat groaned.

"Lovegood here and seriously Woody that does not make the situation that much better."

I leaned back.

"So any word on some new blood coming in."

Woody stalled.

"I have finally found enough people with the potential to fill the 50 state iniative, though I will still handle the vast majority of cases for obvious reasons."

I nodded.

"Good, so any word on Darth Vader."

I heard the sounds of typing from Scapegoats portion of the line.

"No... bitch escaped, I don't care if she's like 12 someone really should you know take care of her."

"Kill orders are a thing."

Lovegood managed to find new ways to not live up to his name, but I shrugged.

"So Woody, about Mouse Protector?"

"She's fine now, well physicallly, mentally what she went through was traumatic, she's going back to Chicago pretty soon. Mandated therapy."

I nodded my head.

"Yeah that would do it, any new business?"

There was silence, until Woody spoke.

"There are reports of more antibiotic resistant diseases poping up all over the place, I recommend everyone here watch out for them."

That earned some grumbles.

"Right, Scapegoat here, we had a few of those cases in March, other then that nothing new to report so meeting over."

I sighed, as everyone agreed, it was nice to touch base but we were all busy people, the meeting ended and I went back to the final hospital rounds. Things were quiet now and I hope it would stay that way.