Double fic time haha, I just need to bounce between ideas to be honest. Also I know next to nothing of medicine, but I do know that there are cases of people becoming doctors at young ages. So, please bear with me for any inaccuracies. I will try my best to make sure I correct them. Also, magical systems in play. I do jump around a bit in this first chapter, I don't want to fully follow a game again like in my other fic but I do want elements from it. I like branching out. Also, writing a medical drama within the resident evil universe seems amusing tbh.
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31 October 2004.
From the Diary of Doctor Morgan Fay.
"You need a vacation." Those were the simple words that acted as the cataclysm that caused everything to go to hell.
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"Ash, I can't believe you talked me into this," A woman with long dark hair muttered, pushing it behind her ear.
"C'mon Morgan, you needed a break from the hospital and I haven't seen you in forever," a young woman with short blonde hair in a bob stated, giving her dark haired friend a look.
"Sorry, a lot of sick people nowadays," Morgan apologized, gaining an exhausted smile. "Maybe going on vacation with you will help with the burnout."
"You love helping people though," Ashley countered. "Is it a guy? Please tell me it's a guy."
"It's a co-worker who can't seem to understand the word no," Morgan answered, giving a tired sigh. "He's an older guy, I'm an outlier being so young, and I'm not against an older person but he just gives me bad vibes."
"Is that a medical fact?" Ashley teased her friend, watching as a grin appeared on the tired face.
"Could be, some studies are starting to link human intelligence in primates," Morgan explained and Ashley smiled at the bright light in her gray eyes. "There could be a link to bad vibes."
"Don't be an ass," Ashley chuckled, smacking her friend's arm.
"Oh, the abuse," Morgan cried with faux tears.
Ashley heard a sigh from the front of the car and bit her lips in amusement. They were annoying her guard. It wasn't hard to do with the hard ass. The man let out a sound of surprise and Ashley knew that things had gone wrong. Her head slammed into the seat in front of her and everything went black.
"Ash…" Morgan croaked, reaching for her friend.
Blood was going down her face from a cut on her forehead. She knew her friend had gotten hit hard in the head, and that could possibly cause internal bleeding. She tried to move towards her friend, her legs not wanting to work. She spared a glance towards them, her once pristine pantyhose were covered in blood. Her mind supplied several diagnoses, and she ignored them all. Her friend was more important. She army crawled towards Ashley, her mind wondering how they ended up on the ground outside. A foot went down onto her back and she let out a cough of pain.
"We'll take this one as well," an accented voice stated, sounding far away from her. "Lord Saddler will be pleased for another piece."
Morgan's world went dark after that. No dreams, nothing. Every so often her eyes would open and she would be aware of the world. The cold cargo hold of a plane, the cool air of an unknown area. She didn't recognise the smells around her, or the objects surrounding her. Everything was unfortunately blurry as well. A side effect of a drug through her system? If so, she didn't know which one. It had to be a sedative of sorts. She felt something under her hands and rubbed her fingers against it. Cotton? Her sheets at home were a soft satin. She had spent too much money on them if she was honest.
She groaned and rolled to her side and right onto the hard wooden floors. Wood floor? Her mind was hazy, and she couldn't form a solid thought. Her hand smacked the wood, trying to center herself. The door opened and she froze, her blurry vision not a great thing to have to defend herself from another attack.
"Hands where I can see them," a voice ordered, and she frowned.
"Yeah, one second," she stated, slowly moving her hands to where they were flat against the wood. "That work?"
"American?" The voice asked, and Morgan's slowed mind categorized it. "What are you doing here?"
American, with a slight hint of a Boston accent. Male, most likely average height if not a bit taller. Healthy due to how strong his voice was. Sometimes it was easy to pick up when a person was sick due to how they sounded. She never told her dad that little secret.
"I was with my friend," she answered, feeling the person searching her. "She picked me up from work to join her for a fall break…I needed a vacation apparently."
"Ashley Graham?" He asked and she gave a slow nod and barely heard his mutter. "You weren't included in the briefing."
"What about you, cowboy?" She didn't want to say anything about hearing him, it was best to keep her cards to herself.
"I'm Leon Kennedy," he answered and she slowly turned to look at him.
"That's all I'm getting, isn't it?" She asked, and he gave a nod.
She had been right about his height. His hair was a dirty blonde that was darkening in some spots and lightening in others, a natural part of aging. His brows were furrowed over a pair of serious blue eyes. He was watching her with suspicion, and she didn't blame him one bit. Yet, she found it hilarious. It wasn't like she could go anywhere. Her arm flopped a little as she tried to get up.
"What did they do to you?" Leon asked, picking her up by the back of a stained, white coat.
"My guess is continuous shots of midazolam," She answered, feeling her clothes restrict a little as he got her to her feet. "Which makes sense with how it refuses to wear off."
"You're a doctor," Leon observed and she nodded.
"One of the youngest in the hospital I work at, I just turned twenty-five two days ago," she informed him, stumbling a bit while she tried to get her balance back a small mutter coming from her. "How does Dad go around limping all the time?"
"You need to stay close," Leon informed her. "Otherwise you won't make it out of here."
"All right," she quietly agreed.
Morgan wasn't stupid, no she believed herself to be quite clever actually. She knew when she was being given orders, and knew when to follow them. Leon was being kind in allowing her to stay with him, and he didn't have to. She would shut up, and just follow behind. It was in her best interest. She looked outside a dust and grime covered window to see an old styled village outside. She began to think of different places it could possibly be, but her mind came up blank. The voices had been accented, but not with one she was familiar with. The crash had made everything hectic and her head injury made voices sound distorted. She couldn't be sure.
"Do you know where you are?" Leon asked.
"No, I don't," Morgan slowly admitted. "I was under for most of the traveling here…they must've separated me and Ashley during transit."
Morgan couldn't help but hope her friend was okay. She had known Ashley her whole life, even if she was five years older than her. She didn't want anything bad to happen to her. She felt her head throb and made an annoyed face. She was going to feel that the entire time they looked for her friend.
"Ever wanted to go to Spain?" Leon asked, his dry humor paired with a serious expression.
"Not really, though I have been to Barcelona before," she stated, frowning a bit.
Had she? Morgan couldn't really remember going to a city in a foreign country. Maybe the crash did more damage than she thought. She brushed her fingers against the cut in her forehead. It was superficial, and would heal without a scar. So, why had they stitched it up?
"Rich family?" He asked, and she caught the tone of dislike.
"My dads a doctor, and my mom is a stay at home wife," she stated, defending herself a little.
His eyes narrowed and he watched as her shoulders tensed a bit. Her eyes were no longer cloudy, a sharp glint in them. He didn't like her, something about her rubbed him the wrong way. Watching her face twitch informed him that she was aware of his dislike. What could he say, he didn't like rich people.
"It's ironic with that jacket," her mutter made him frown outright.
Morgan found him to be ridiculous. His leather jacket cost over a thousand dollars and he disliked her because she came from a "rich" family. Her hands went into her lab coat and she pointedly ignored him. He sighed at her petulant behavior. Great, he got stuck with a childish doctor. Then again, it was his own fault for allowing her to tag along.
"Sit at the table, and don't go anywhere," He ordered and he was somewhat pleased to see that she could follow orders.
Morgan was left alone and a part of her wondered if he was leaving her behind. Her shoulders dropped a bit at that thought. It would be her own fault for acting the part of a brat. Her hands came out of her pocket and she looked at the silver half dollar coin her grandfather had given her for luck during her exams. She placed the edge on the table and gave it a flick, letting it spin against the harsh grains. The light bouncing off the coin made her focus a bit better.
"Why Ashley…" she mumbled to herself, trying to figure out why her best friend was kidnapped.
It wasn't just because she was the current president's daughter it had to be something else. She took out a small, leather bound journal and a fountain pen. She opened it and began to write down her disconnected thoughts, her theories. The most mind numbingly stupid of those was 'alien abduction'. She was tempted to cross it out, but found it a little funny. So, she kept it.
"What are you doing?" Leon's gruff question made her jump a bit.
"Cataloging," She answered, stopping her coin and placing it in her coat. "Sometimes writing my thoughts out helps."
Leon raised his brows, not really caring all that much. Morgan put her journal way into that same coat and her hands quickly joined. She trailed behind him as they exited the main building. He had unlocked everything he needed to, and Morgan was reminded of a video game she had played on one of her rare days off. The horror exploration game had been fun, but she'd been terrible at it.
"Stay back," his order was followed by a nod from her.
He moved forward as Morgan leaned against a tree. Her head moved to the side when she heard something, a soft whimpering sound. A dog? Out here in the middle of nowhere? She moved from her spot and went around the right side of the building. It was a dog of sorts. It was stuck because of a bear trap, a rusted bear trap. Tetanus, maybe a couple weeks left to live if it was lucky. She walked up to it and crouched in front of it. The dog stopped whimpering and sniffed at the woman, tilting its head in thought. Huh, that was intelligent. More so than most dogs.
"Smart boy," she gently praised, bringing a hand up and pressing her hand against his snout. "So, how is it you got stuck in a bear trap?"
The dog whined and she nodded her agreement. Morgan was having a conversation with a dog, still not the strangest thing she'd done. She heard a deep sigh of annoyance. Her expression fell a bit and the dog gave her a tiny whine at the sight of it. She plastered a smile on her face.
"Hey, don't be upset buddy," she quietly told him. "You are way smarter than my cat."
If dogs could show pride she was sure he was. Morgan could hear Leon moving closer to them. His brisk steps loud against the fallen leaves. She heard them slow down as he noted the injured dog. She didn't think she could ask him to help. He didn't like her after all.
"I got him," Leon muttered, grabbing onto the bear trap and pulling it open.
"You are going to need a tetanus shot after this," Morgan dryly informed him, the doctor kicking in before she turned to the dog. "And you need bandages, come here."
Leon raised a brow as the dog did as she asked. It flopped onto his back and stared up at her with its tongue out, his injured paw in the air. She tore her coat to make bandages for the dog. Her serious expression made the dog's tail wag. A part of her wanted to take him home with her, loving how silly he was. But, she was never there. Her cat didn't mind her being gone all day because she slept. A dog? They'd hate her because was gone.
"Good boy," Leon muttered as the dog rushed off as soon as she tied the last bandage. "What part of 'stay back' did you not understand?"
She was silent at that, stinging a bit from his tone. It felt like the time she'd been punched in the face because of one of her dads patients. Her hands went into her coat and she fiddled with the coin. She trailed behind him as he made his way through the paths, through the buildings. She looked down at her feet. Wary of the bear traps that littered the area. Leon held up a hand as he entered a building and she stayed back, and out of sight. She could hear people milling about and nervously twitched. Being out in the open wasn't in her best interest.
"Oi, you," she was startled by a cockney accent right behind her. "Yes you, Doctor in the white coat."
"Can I help you?" She found herself asking, eyes wide in confusion.
"I think it's the other way around, love," a man wearing a cowl and face mask stated. "You're one of them."
"One of who?" She asked, her confusion growing.
His eyes were serious and she felt her shoulders stiffen. One of what?! He tilted his head in thought and leaned forward, studying her face further. Whatever he was looking for, he wasn't finding it. He let out a mutter she didn't quite hear.
"Ever been to Barcelona?" He asked and she blinked.
"Yeah," she answered, before frowning a little.
Morgan felt strange. Like she was part of a joke and completely in the know, yet unaware of it at the same time. It was off-putting. Morgan wasn't the biggest fan of that feeling, and wanted to push past it. Studying the man before her again. He was pleased with her answer, as though she had proved him right about something.
"I need you to do something for me, love," the man said and her mouth opened in disbelief. "You need to split up with your current companion."
"You want me to leave someone that could ensure my safety?" She quietly asked, her disbelief shining through.
"Except he can't, and you'll end up killing him," the man stated, his voice still jovial. "If you would kindly just follow orders."
Her spine straightened and he watched in fascination as her eyes blanked. Ah, so that's what worked. He hunched over and studied the straight faced doctor. A minute passed, and he could hear the man she was with moving about the village square. He didn't have much time.
"Turn yourself in," he ordered and she gave a small nod of confirmation.
She turned on her heel, and briskly walked away. Not once looking back, or making sure she'd be safe. The man shifted his weight, the heavy bag on his back tinkled when the trinkets inside shifted. Well, now he just had to send the man on his way. His old friend owed him a nice shiny bauble now. He had found one, a genuine one.
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31 October 2004
From the diary of Doctor Morgan Fay
Truthfully, I don't remember anything. I don't have any idea how I ended up in the same room as Saddler, or what had transpired in Spain. After talking to that strange man, I have no recollection of what happened. All I know is that Saddler was a madman, a genius but still mad. Immortality is humanity's weakness, even if we don't want it to be. I wonder if the thirst for power is one as well, with how many people will climb over the bodies of countless others to grasp it.
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"You of all people should know that my ideals are needed," Saddler told Morgan, and she blinked back into awareness.
"Me of all people?" She asked, frowning a little before masking her confusion with a serious expression. "World domination is something ideal?"
Morgan was slowly piecing things together by items she could see. Her head was throbbing, it felt like someone had grabbed onto the sides and had squeezed it until she had blacked out. She would bring a hand up and gently rub at her temples to try and soothe it a bit, but that would be showing a weakness. She'd played enough poker against her father and boss to know better than to do that. Saddler's soft sigh of remorse made her narrow her eyes.
"I thought one of your background would understand," he stated.
She desperately tried to hide her confusion, but it seemed that he was able to see it in the way her mouth tightened a bit and a tiny frown appeared on her brows. He watched her from under his cowl, and she saw a smirk appear on his face for a few seconds. She held her ground when he loomed over her. Her mind started to shut down her emotions, categorizing him. He was used to power and control, not liking it when others stood up to him. Yet, he found that amusing, yet at the same time annoying as well. He was a walking contradiction. He wanted world domination and control, but he couldn't handle it when someone did what he wanted.
"You're impotent," her mouth fired off without a thought and he backed up in surprise. "What? Never had a woman point it out to you? Let this be my professional diagnosis."
"You're a petulant child, just like your father," Saddler informed her, tapping his staff against the floor. "That man refused to help me as well, he learned the hard way."
"What are you talking about?" She asked, and he turned away.
"Have you talked to your mother recently?" He questioned and her blood ran cold.
Morgan hated the fact that she knew he was telling the truth. Saddler lied, and she was aware of that within seconds of meeting him, but not about this. How could he possibly kill her mother? He was halfway around the world. She knew that was a stupid reason, he had been able to kidnap Ashley without any problems.
"No, I haven't," she stated, her voice cool and not giving him the reaction he wanted. "I don't talk to my mother."
"You have a reason to be that heartless towards your own mother?" He wasn't asking because they were having a pleasant chat.
No, he was asking for information. Morgan knew when someone was trying to goad her into answering something she didn't want to.
"Too bad you aren't compatible, it would've been so interesting to see the havoc you'd have created."
She grimaced when the man brought his staff up and hit her in the stomach with it. She doubled over, and her world burst into pain and then darkness. She floated there for a while. It was a warm darkness, and she contemplated staying there forever. There was no one to show her intense dislike after a second of meeting her. No snide comments, no hostile patients that disliked their diagnosis, and no disappointment from her father. Just a warmth that felt like the return to a warm fire on a winter's day.
"Morgan…"
She couldn't stay, she had someone that needed her. Ashley sounded like she was right next to her. It was small. A tiny round piece of white in her warm darkness. She slowly reached out with a slender finger, years of piano playing having been kind to her, and touched the white. Her body froze within seconds and the darkness immediately shrank into small, black flowers that started to wilt. A howl rang through the area.
"Morgan!" Ashley's voice was urgent, and she felt something warm on her shoulder. "C'mon you need to wake up!"
Morgan agreed. She didn't want to be in the light, not with the wilting flowers. The flowers vanished and she was staring up at Ashley's concerned face. Her own face was filled with complete confusion. Ashley didn't know how her friend ended up on the docks, but she was glad to see her safe and sound. Leon, on the other hand, was incredibly suspicious.
"Where did you go?" He immediately asked.
"I talked to some British gentleman and the next thing I know was a man obsessed over world domination informing me he killed my mother," Morgan stated, glaring at him while Ashley gave her friend a look. "Sorry, I'm not a fan of missed time."
Leon kept that suspicious look on her face as they escaped the area. He got on a water ski with Ashley and she knew there was only room for Ashley. She gave her friend a gentle nudge and an awkward smile. She knew Ashley was the more important of the two of them. She was just some insane doctor.
"I'll find another way, I always do," Morgan told her friend. "Get her to safety, yeah?"
Leon's suspicious look relaxed a bit, but not fully. He gave a curt nod and she flinched a little as the water splashed on her face when he started the motor and sped off. She stood there for a few seconds before shaking her head. She needed to find a way out. A loud bark made her jump and she spun on her heel to see the dog from before. Her face lit up at the sight of him. It then fell.
"You too?" She softly asked.
He let out a bark and grabbed onto her tattered coat. He began to yank her in a direction towards a further point of the dock. She didn't hesitate, following the dog. Morgan couldn't help it, it was like a small part of her knew that the dog was going to save her life. She let out a low chuckle. There was a spare water ski.
"Seems like you're coming home with me after all," she stated. "Good boy."
The dog barked again and she quickly got on the ski. She'd never used one before, but it had to be like riding a bike? Right? Morgan felt tears of anxiety going down her face as she raced to get out of the area. She cursed up a storm, and not even the dog hanging on her shoulders cheered her up. She made it out as the area exploded.
"Morgan!" Ashley exclaimed as her friend came to a strange stop nearby.
"Ash!" Morgan exclaimed back, giving a weak wave.
Ashley let out a slight laugh of relief and Leon's face brightened a bit at the sound of it. Morgan sat on her ski in silence, reaching back and giving the dog a scratch behind the ears. She'd never have something like that, quick friends. But, she'd gladly watch Ashley have it. She was happy for her, even if a small part of her wished for the same. She looked towards the sun and noted how low it was getting.
"All right, let's get going," Leon stated, going back to his stoic self.
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1 October 2004
From the medical files of Morgan L. Fay
Patient seems to have some damage to the parietal bone and is having difficulty recounting hours of her life. MRI shows minimal damage, only that which is common with bumped heads. The lack of memory is unusual and should be monitored. Patient also shows signs of anemia, and depression. They should be referred to a psychiatrist to deal with their mental issues. As it is, the patient is a healthy young woman.
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2, October 2004
Morgan looked at the dog as she ate her breakfast. He was settling in nicely in her home, something she had decided to buy after being smothered by her grieving grandfather. He looked up from his bowl of cooked meat and licked his chops. His tail started to wag and she let out a soft sigh of amusement. It was nice to have a companion around, the cat in the window didn't count.
"Don't tear up the house," she gently ordered the dog, rubbing the sides of his face. "Okay, Hewie?"
Hewie, who seemed to enjoy his new name, licked her face and she gathered that was going to suffice for an answer. She rubbed the back of her head as she grabbed her sweater and headed out for the day. A messenger bag slung over her shoulder. Her car was crap, and she would be the first to admit it. She had cheaped out on it, her college had been more important and she refused to allow her dad to buy her a nicer one. The heating didn't work, and it made an odd clunking sound. Still, she adored it.
"I hate your car," her dad said as she walked into work.
"I know," Morgan chuckled before giving the receptionist a kind look. "Doctor Morgan Fay signing in for all-day clinic duty.
"Doctor Fay for seven o'clock in the morning until seven at night, you have forty minutes," the receptionist said, writing down the information in a little log book.
"All day?" Her dad asked, limping beside her as she went to put her bag away in their office first. "How'd you end up getting in that much trouble?"
"Ash tried stealing me for a vacation and…kinda got us kidnapped," Morgan answered as they entered the office. "I don't remember any of it, I think I got lucky."
"Want to back it up there?" He questioned when she put her bag down under his desk.
"Sorry, can't," she stated, giving him a grimace before grabbing her spare lab coat. "I have to get back down to the clinic…don't kill any patients."
Morgan looked at the red folder in her hand and frowned. All the symptoms pointed to a common cold, but could also be meningitis. She gave a woman a polite smile and got a frown in response. Right, she got used to her dad again. She awkwardly cleared her throat and went into exam room one. A young woman sat on the small seat, her whisky blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and her button nose was red. Morgan could guess what she had from the sight of her.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Fay. What seems to be the problem?" She politely asked.
"Oh, I thought it would be the other Doctor Fay," the patient stated, her brows furrowing. "I have this itch in my throat and my nose won't stop running."
"All right," Morgan stated, grabbing a few medical gloves and pulling them on. "I'm going to check your throat to make sure you don't have strep."
"Okay," the woman blinked, watching as the young doctor grabbed a wooden stick.
"Just say 'Ah'," Morgan sighed.
It was the common cold. She grabbed her prescription pad and quickly wrote one for Promethazine VC. an antihistamine and a decongestant. She put it in the patient's medical file and headed out of the room after handing the little white slip to the woman. She rubbed at her temples as she handed the completed file to the waiting nurse. Maybe it was the lifetime of being shunned and instantly disliked, but the polite detachment that she was treated with by the nurses made her relax a bit.
"Margaret Jones," Morgan called. "Follow me to exam room two."
She heard the woman's sigh and knew what that sound meant. The woman was older than the other one, the white hair fluffy and meticulously styled. Morgan wheezed quietly when she had to go down under. What sixty-five year-old was having sex? The nurse couldn't help the amused smirk upon seeing the normally calm Doctor a little ruffled. It was odd, the further away the woman was the more likable she was. She looked away when a red folder was handed to her, along with a swab inside a sealed vial. Her spine straightened when the clicking of heels came towards them.
"What did you do?" A stern voice asked and Morgan frowned.
"I might need specifics on that," Morgan stated. "I've been doing clinic duties since I got in today."
"Why are you being put under surveillance?" The stern voice questioned.
Morgan paused at that and looked at her boss. The stern woman was genuinely worried, a frown on her lined face. Morgan saw a figure behind her and her stomach fell. Leon was there, his stiff nature making a few people give him rude looks. His frown was deep as he glared at her and she gave a slight worry for her safety with him angry at her.
It was going to be troublesome for both of them.
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