Any way, anybody seen the new movie, hotel Artemis? Its basically a super secure, hotel/hospital for criminals, villains, or people who just don't want to really draw attention to themselves. Also, this Taylor is unpowered, the bullying happens earlier, Taylors a year older then in cannon, she drops out, gets EMT certification and is working on nursing degree. Basically now she get paid oodles of money to be quick and confidential healthcare for criminals.
Nurse Taylor, On Call for villians!
Regent moaned in pain as Grue held him in a fireman carry, his arms straining as he hoisted the slimmer man onto one of Bitches dogs, and the hoist himself on top the dog, behind Regent, where he could keep the other man on the dog.
Grue turned to check on Tattletale, his face hidden behind his motorcycle helmet furious, the whole Ruby Dreams casino heist had been a trap, Oni Lee had been waiting for them, and Tattletale, the one who had pushed for the job hadn't seemed very surprised about it.
Tattletale just ignored his look, and looked down at her phone.
"C'mone, we need to move. She wont hold our rooms for very long."
Grue tried to sneak a peek at her phone, but only saw a text with four separate lines of numbers, each one dozens numbers long.
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Taylor yawned as her tablet buzzed, the alarm of four incoming Capes, one of whom was a deluxe member. She sighed as she slid her bare feet into her slippers, grabbed her flask, and proceeded to pad her way down the hallway, tablet in hand, bag in the other, with her flask in her pocket. On her way, she checked on Beta room. Mr. Beta was currently slurring and cussing as a mixture of Narcan and Bupernorphine, along with a couple other less legal drugs ran through his veins, easing the symptoms of the the near fatal overdose and withdrawal symptoms he was going through. And while Mr. Betas money, and therefore his membership, were as good as any of Taylors other clients, his mouth made her want to give him a swift kick to the balls.
Next on the list of patients was a Mrs. Echo. This was the dour blond woman's third visit in the last month, or rather, it was her victims third visit. The mousey Brunette, who this time was currently suffering from a broken arm, and shattered fingers. It screamed domestic abuse to her, but frankly, she wasn't payed to care. With her arm set, and her finger recovering from a minor surgery, Miss Echo would be able to leave in the next few days, with zero media attention and minimum loss of movement during her subsequent recovery. Of course she would need some significant painkillers if she was going to play doctor without showing some significant pain, but again, she wasn't paid to care.
That was all for her inpatient list, however, she did have a number of outpatients she wanted to see before end of business hours today. Hopefully the Undersiders wouldn't take too long. Taylor pressed the button for her… Assistants, to check on both her current inpatients on a regular basis as she prepped the rooms for the Undersiders, who should be arriving right… About…
Now.
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The Undersiders arrived outside a dilapidated warehouse, Grue shot Tattletale another look, but she pointedly ignored him and entered the warehouse, Grue following with Regent under one arm, Bitch under the other, both of them semi-conscious and doing their best to move under their own power. He followed Tattletale, and was just as disapointed as he had expected to be when he entered into a empty warehouse. But then Tattletale walked to the middle of room, felt around for a few moments before grasping a steel ring attached to the cement floor and drew it out, revealing a short staircase.
Tattletale hissed at Grue to hurry up before walking her way down the stairs.
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Taylor watched from behind some metal bars with sheets of bulletproof glass wedged between the gaps. She sighed as the Undersiders staggered in, all four were injured, the girly-boy and the buff girl the most so, clinging to emo-mc edge lord in his black leathers and skull helmet.
Tattletale quickly entered in the four codes into the nearby keypad, and on each one the light set into the gate flashed green, but on the last code, the one for muscled girl, who looked rather like shed gone a few too many rounds with the ugly stick, the light set into the gate flashed a bright, bloody red.
Taylor crooked one eyebrow as Tattletale cursed frantically as she began punching in the code again.
"Give me a second! You know I have all four codes here!"
The gate light flashed red, this time accompanied by a harsh buzzer, and far more worryingly the, the whir and clunk as four turrets came down from the ceiling and trained themselves on each Undersider.
"Goddammit Tattletale! Get us in there!"
Grue cursed, his body posture absolutely livid.
Tattletale turned around to level an absolutely venomous glare at True.
"I will! It would be easier if there weren't so many damn distractions!"
Tattletale turned back to Taylor and put on her most convincing 'im so innocent don't kill me' look.
"Im sure those aren't necessary Nurse. I still have one last chance to enter the fourth code. You and I both know that I have the code, are memberships are paid up, and both I and our employer have a Premium membership, so even if the code doesn't work, could you still let us in?"
Taylor lips creased into a frown, and without speaking, she withdrew her tablet, and then pressed a black button on its readout, and the turrets cycled, chambering bullets.
Tattletale winced.
"Of course not, one moment please."
The blond took in a deep breath, and placed her shaking hand on the keepad, and gently pressed a sequence of 12 numbers.
783363647853
The light buzzed green, the turrets retracted, and the gate slid aside allowing the Undersiders to enter.
Tattletale sighed with relief as she helped Grue get Regent and Bitch onto wheeled gurneys.
"Was that really necessary?"
Taylor just smirked.
"I alway enjoyed the old saying, that the best way to make a point, was to have the bigger stick, and if they didn't listen, hit them with it."
Taylor wheeled Regent and Bitch into the double room and then efficiently began cutting away the clothing at the numerous sites of injuries, Taylor muttered as she tended the injuries, cutting, inserting, witdrawing, sanitizing, stiching.
An unending litany of motions and movement, of prayer, and of mediation.
Once she was finished, Taylor calmly stripped off her bloodied gloves and dropped them into a nearby bio-hazard can, gave a calm nod to the two still conscious Undersideres who were busy patching their own wounds.
After one last check up on her current in-patients, next on her list was her outpatients.
Mrs. Hotel, Mr. Charlie, and Mr. Tango.
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Mrs. Hotel
Taylor sighed as she entered into the house where she and Mrs. Hotel would meet for her monthly checkups. The heavyset woman was currently smoking a large Cuban with a incredibly self satisfied expression on her face. When Hotel saw the look on Taylor's face she made a face before putting it out on a tray on the counter next to where she was sitting.
"They're my damn lungs, I would think that I could pollute them however I choose."
Taylor stuck her tongue out at the older, heavyset woman as she opened her bag and began withdrawing a number of syringes and few different technological gizmos and gadgets.
"Yeah well, once you get a different private Nurse willing to deal with you driving yourself even earlier to the grave because you don't feel like getting a laying of the hands by Panacea, or get on the list for Tinker Tech replacements."
Mrs. Hotel made a face that easily told her opinion of getting healed by Panacea, let alone putting Tinker Tech into her body. It was obvious she would rather cut out her own kidneys and go without them.
Taylor just continued setting up Mrs. Hotel's Dialysis before swabbing the crook of her elbow with a local disinfectant and pricking the vein, then she set the bag of Saline and Dialysis mixture up, gave it a quick flick with her finger to get it going, before sitting down opposite her patient.
Mrs. Hotel sighed in satisfaction as the proprietary mixture of Dialysis and pain medication all diluted and mixed together in a Saline solution hit her blood stream.
"So, anything interesting happen at work this week Mrs. Hotel?"
Hotel sighed and rubbed at the bridge of her nose with the arm without the I.V.
"A bunch of grown men and women acting like children, and children being forced to act like psychopathic adults. So, a normal day all in all, we're still stuck with miss Juvenile Offender though."
Taylor grunted as she pricked one of Hotel's fingers and stuck the droplet of blood in a small machine. It beeped for a few moments before coming back just over the minimum toxicity level requiring treatment. Taylor gave Hotel an appreciative grin.
"Well, color me both surprised and impressed, your numbers are as close to perfect as I can hope, and far better then I was expecting considering the fondness you have alcohol and cigars, I was expecting something far, far worse."
Hotel just shrugged.
"In all honesty, I was too busy working to indulge, and it wasn't even the usual stressful work that gets my numbers up, this was just busy work,"
Mrs. Hotel smirked briefly.
"Hell, parts of it are even making me hopeful, we're getting a few new Wards from Boston to help with the cleanup form Bakuda's rampage, and to help prepare for the inevitable confrontation when Lung goes on a warpath to prove that despite the loss of a cape, he's still the biggest cape in Brockton."
Taylor shrugged.
"Well, at least you got Bakuda, but with the Wards, shouldn't you be able to at least hold the line against Lung?"
Mrs. Hotel and Bakuda spoke for another hours, before finally they mad etheir parting exchanges and Taylor left, bag in hand for her next patient.
End
Not very satisfied with how this turned out, oh well.
Ive been reading a bunch of 'insert color here' Lantern Si's so, now, the next few chapter will by version of Taylor getting various different power rings.
Tell me your favorite color! cause I only want one more, since I'm already decided on two, Im just having a hard time deciding the third.