I should tell you guys that I am following somewhat of a plot in The Dark Knight with the hospital and everything, but then after that it's all comic. I wanted to warn you guys before I posted this chapter, the hospital will play in deeply to the plot. Don't worry.
Zia shot up from her bed when the annoying alarm started blaring a VERY overplayed pop song: Dear Future Husband by the one and only Meaghan Trainer. Zia somewhat liked her, but her music was not in her limited taste of music. Climbing out of bed, she stretched and took her morning vitamins, before grabbing a coffee filter and putting it in her coffee maker. For Zia, Starbucks tasted like they just threw in whatever they wanted and claimed it as 'good.' Ha. They wouldn't know what good was if a truck full of her own coffee hit the CEO's going 90 miles an hour on a fucking sidewalk.
Grinding her favorite coffee beans into the filter, she hit start and watched the steam rise from the top before she proceeded to take another shower after fighting with her hair for nearly twenty minutes. As soon as she stepped out, the cold rushed her and she shivered in her towel before running to her bed and hiding under the covers for the residual warmth. When she was warmed up, she ran to her closet, pulling out the green scrubs with purple butterflies before grabbing a black thong and matching bra. The only thing that sucked about scrubs was the freaking panty lines. Ugh.
Her coffee was finished before she was out of her bedroom, making the house smell delicious and tantalizing. Zia inhaled deeply, her eyes popping open as she remembered she had a cinnamon roll in the fridge from yesterday. "Oh happy days!" She said out loud, her smile growing as she popped it in the microwave and watched the icing melt. She served herself a coffee, with two sugars and a cream before she pulled the roll out of the radiation tank.
Driving to work was worse than she thought. The traffic was horrendous because the warehouse was right next to the freeway and had collapsed on two full lanes. Thank god she had left an hour early. She would have been late by now. Checking her mirror, she sped through the gapes in traffic, arriving to her exit just before a 4 car pile up had happened where she was nearly 5 minutes ago. "These people don't know how to fucking drive!" She said, looking at her coffee that was teasing her.
She pulled into the spot marked 'reserved for HS' and turned off the car, using the extra 20 minutes she had to fix her neat bun and minimal makeup. She had used foundation to cover up the scar right below her eye as to not scare any of the young children. It was quite ghastly when seen up close without the makeup.
Pulling herself out of her car with her makeup and hair perfect, she grabbed her bag and her coffee and made her way in to the front desk to sign in. She was on call for a twelve hour shift and it was going to be an exciting day, little did she know it was going to be very exciting. Her first patient was an 8 month pregnant mother who was in a car accident. She wasn't going to make it, but the baby was still holding on, for now. After successfully removing the child, the mother had passed, giving Zia hope that she had held on to that thin thread of life to make sure her child made it. Unfortunately, the car accident had stopped necessary nutrients from going to the child, so the baby girl had to be put on a drip in order to make sure it remained healthy. The doctors had yet to identify the mother, so for now they were calling her 'Miracle' because of her hold on surviving.
Zia had just lain down in one of the break rooms after her eight-hour shift when she was paged. Sighing softly, she got up and fixed her hair, which was now in a ponytail before making her way to ICU. A man had just received heavy burns to his face from some sort of chemical. Zia smiled at the Chief of Medicine as she walked into the room she was told to go into. A man with a severely burned face was asleep in the bed. Almost 50 percent of the skin on his face was removed, and showed all the grotesque gore underneath.
She grabbed his chart and read. 'Name: Harvey Dent. Age: 33 Occupations: District Attorney. Severe burns from chemical exposure resulted in 46% of tissue and skin removal. Extreme caution advised, very temperamental and emotional, showing lack of understanding and somewhat amnesia. Consult Head Surgeon Tesoro for basic instructions on care. Do not remove bandages until surgery. Heed warning for sudden changes in mood. Very Violent.' Zia put his chart back and looked at the patient in front of her. "What kind of chemical exposure?" She asked the C.O.M. and frowned when he said, "We're not sure. We think it may have been acidic, but he shows no sign of the chemical poisoning his blood." Zia shook her head. "I need to remove the bandages, get me a new pair please." Snapping on a pair of gloves, she removed the bandages, the puss and smell of an infection becoming prominent. "Have you cleaned his injuries at ALL? He is infected! Get me whoever is in charge of him!" She shouted, grabbing antiseptic and washing the raw layers before more of the infection can set. "Get me a drip, stat!" She shouted at a nearby nurse. After it was clean and he was set on a drip of penicillin, Zia looked at his burns, frowning deeply. Inhaling deeply, she looked at his hair and other skin, he was obviously washed before he was placed inside of his gown, but the way his skin remained a gray colored concerned her.
"This wasn't just chemical, Chief. Around the legions of where the muscle ends and the tissue from the chemicalized part starts, there are signs of burning with extreme heat. I would say around 900 degrees. Enough to warp a light bulb." She frowned at the doctor and then left, looking back at the patient. "Something isn't right about this entire situation." She said to herself. Heading back to the break room, she laid down and fell asleep for a good hour before her shift started back up.
When Zia woke up from her pager going off, she nearly whacked her head on the top bunk. Everything was silent, which confused the hell out of her. It was a hospital. And from the look on the clock, it was 10:00 a.m. She only had 2 more hours til her shift was over, but where was the other doctor that was on the top bunk when she came in? He came in later than her and was already out. The bed a mess. Which was not protocol. You were supposed to change the sheets when you were finished.
She left the room and looked in the hallway, no one was there. She went to reception, no one was there. Finally, having a feeling of pure dread, she made her way to Harvey Dent's room, frowning as she saw a nurse leaning over him.
Zia felt a twinge of distrust towards her. Why was she here when no one else was? Deciding to speak up towards her and get her away from her newest patient, Zia ran into the room.
"Nurse! You're needed, I need you to come with me." The nurse froze, turning slowly and Zia noticed something gleam in the harsh hospital light. It was a gun. Not again! She flipped out of the way as it fired and then sprung up, zipping away from the door and down the hall. That was no nurse. That was a man in a nurse costume, with a wig, with… Clown makeup. Oh god, it was her worst nightmare. A clown holding her or one of her patients hostage in her work place. She swallowed, making her way to the front of the hospital and grabbing her bag, heading down the stairs to the emergency entry way. Seeing the buses loading passengers on, she jumped in to what looked like the last one, followed by a few nurses. The hospital went into flames, exploding one building after another. A final nurse was jogging and slid into the bus with ease and confidence, shutting the door after her. Zia sighed softly and put her headphones into her ears, hoping her car was okay from the blast. Her parking spot was well away from the hospital, but debris could be a bitch to clean up. She clicked on one of her favorite songs by Fall Out Boy and sighed again, listening to the lyrics a little too closely.
She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out a joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "It can't get much worse"
Vs. "No one should ever feel like..."
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Dance, dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up it's last call,
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...
I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love
Dance, dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
Why don't you show me a little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
Dance, dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, dance
And these are the lives you love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance, this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me
The headphones were suddenly yanked from her ears, her face contorting into anger until it went blank. Before her stood the clown who shot at her. She swallowed loudly, his Glasgow smile painted red, around his eyes charcoal black emanated the cruelness in his eyes. She swallowed nervously. He was just observing her, sitting on the top of the seat in front of her. He finally spoke, but she didn't know why she found his voice alluring.
"You're an elusive little fox, aren't you?" He said, his voice caressing her nerves with warmth. His smile was cruel and downright malevolent, but Zia was used to it, being the daughter of a mob boss and all. He continued talking, not letting her talk just yet. "If I didn't know any better, I would say you've had training to dodge bullets." He said with a sneer. Her eyes widened when he placed the gun under her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Are you a cop?" She shook her head no. He scoffed. "Military?" She shook her head again, looking away from him.
"LOOK AT ME." He demanded in a deadly tone, she glared at him, looking him in the eyes and giving him a deadly stare. "What!" She snapped at him, her anger getting the best of her.
"Where did you learn to roll like that?" He asked, pointing the gun at her temple this time. She evened her breathing and simply said, "I picked it up from here and there." Her nonchalance made him even angrier. "What is your name?" She cleared her throat and stated just her first name. She didn't want him to know her last name. "Venezia." He looked puzzled, and then started laughing. "What kind of fucked up person would name their child Venezia?" She glared daggers at him. When he finally stopped laughing, he asked her what her last name was. "I don't want to tell you." She said to him, his gun waved around at the scared nurses and doctors. "Does anyone know this woman's last name?"
They shook their head no and then looked down, but one cocky little shit had to speak up. "That's Head Surgeon Tesoro." He said sharply, his eyebrows waggling at her suggestively. She seethed at him, her nerves shot and she found herself lunging at him. "I'm going to fucking murder you, you little rat! I'm gonna fucking strangle you with a piano wire!" Her Italian accent had slipped out and he sat cowering in his seat, she could never keep herself under control when she was mad. As soon as she reached him, a hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her back, she fell face first on to the seat where she was sitting, struggling against her captor. "Let me fucking go! I'm going to skin that piece of shit alive! I'll hurt him good! You hear that, Intern Cross? I'm going to castrate you I swear it!"
The clown hissed as she kicked at him, but kept her restrained. "A-ta-ta… These are my hostages to kill. And what kind of person would I be if I let you kill one and none of my boys get to kill one? That doesn't sound very fair. So sit your pretty face down in the seat while I figure out what to do with you." He got off her and she sat right, her features still pissed off.
"Tesoro Hm? Venezia Tesoro. Awful Italian for Gotham, isn't it? You wouldn't happen to be related to… oh, I don't know… Dino Tesoro? The famous Mob boss that terrorized half of America? She looked away, swallowing back her hatred for the intern.
"Yeah, thought so." He started laughing, a very raspy sound and then turned to his boys holding the guns, ignoring her. "We are keeping this one, boys. Don't hurt her, subdue her at all costs, if she even has a scratch on that pretty little body you will all die." They all nodded and Zia felt sick to her stomach.
And so it begins. She thought as she fingered the knife she had picked pocketed from him.
Disclaimer goes to 'The Dark Knight' because of the plot currently. I do not own anything. ' Dance, Dance' is owned and copyrighted by Fall Out Boy. I only own Venezia and Dino.
Dino- Pronounced DEE-No not Dino as in Dinosaur. DEE-NO.
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~CrazyisConstructive