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All Bones and Lonely

Megan opened her eyes, emerging from what felt like a profoundly restful sleep. She smiled and sighed, and moved to stretch, only to be jangled wide awake by sharp, breathtaking, burning pain when she moved her limbs. She shouted involuntarily, tried to sit up, failed because her abdominal muscles balked, and finally just lay still, panting and sweating.

A young white woman, blonde with dark roots, hurried in through a curtain. She was wearing a flower-printed jacket over scrubs. "Ms. Amazon?" she said, reaching to reassemble the covers. "How do you feel?"

"Like blazing hell," Megan said, staring at the blank off-white ceiling. "Hospital?" she said, then looked down at her arm and the tube running out of it. She didn't want to think about the technology generally used in Wonder City to get IVs into the arms of invulnerable people.

"Yes," the woman said. She glanced at the monitors hanging over and behind Megan's head. "You were brought in by ambulance from Staybird. Do you remember that?"

"No," Megan said. "The last thing I remember..." Was being told to shatter herself, and the wracking spasms, the sound and sensation of something breaking in her leg, the searing pain and heat in her muscles. "I was in a fight," she finished.

"Several other people were brought in from that fight, yes," she said. "Are you warm enough?"

"Yes," Megan said, distracted. "Who else?"

"I can't say, but there's someone that's been wanting to talk to you when you woke up," she said, and stepped out through the curtain.

A moment later, Simon, wearing hospital scrubs and looking damp, stepped into the emergency room cubicle. "Hey," he said, forcing a smile.

"Hey," she said. "What happened?"

"We won," he said. "You're still looking like shit, even though they got the blood off you."

"Blood? What?" she said.

"Nereid's power got changed in there. She was shooting blood instead of water. And then there was a whirlwind... thing," he said. "Everyone got sprayed."

"Shit hitting a fan," Megan said.

"Pretty much," Simon said. "They're waiting for your x-rays to process. Do you have any idea how much energy they needed to get through your skin?"

"Simon," Megan said. "How did we win?"

Simon's smile became fixed and he said very softly, without moving his lips, "I'll tell you later, all right?"

Megan sighed. "All right."

"Um," he said. "Meteor's gone."

Megan blinked. "Gone?"

"Yeah," he said. "Crazy ghost go down da hole. Ghost not come back. Ew."

"I can't remember what you're quoting and I don't want to know right now," Megan said. "What do you mean?"

"She... Ira and Suzanne convinced her to leave G and save Brainchild from getting sucked into Sator's... thing," Simon said. "She did, she saved Brainchild, and then got sucked in herself."

"Oh," Megan said. After all that, Sator had been the solution. She didn't feel particularly triumphant, though. Just sort of blank. "How's, um, how's G?"

"She's well enough that she helped Watson carry you out," Simon said.

Megan pressed her lips together, feeling unwarrantedly hurt that G wasn't the one here filling her in on things. Tears started to leak out of her eyes and she cursed while carefully wiping her face with the less painful hand.

Simon grabbed one of the hospital's typically thin, sandpapery tissues and mopped her face with it. "It's all right. The painkillers do that to you. Remember it was the other way around last time, and I was all soggy and pathetic?"

"Thanks," she mumbled. "I'm glad G's free, I just..."

"I know," Simon said. "Watson took her home, though. Renata's suggestion." His smile got a little crooked. "She said something about therapy cats."

Megan laughed, still crying, and sniffled, then laughed some more. Simon fetched the tissue box and stood there, alternately dabbing at her face and stroking her hair while she got herself under control.

"Sorry," she said finally.

"It's all right," Simon said again.

"How's everyone else?" Megan said. She finally noticed that both of Simon's hands were bandaged. "What happened to you?"

"Cut myself on glass catching Brainchild," he said. "After Wire's stuff cut her bell jar open."

"Wire!" Megan said. "That's right! Is she all right?"

"Lost her left hand," Simon said. "Below the elbow. It, um, wasn't salvageable."

Megan frowned and was about to say something. Simon shook his head very slightly and she subsided.

"Nereid broke her shoulder," he went on. "And cracked some ribs. She's also crazy malnourished and dehydrated, so they're keeping her in a few days."

"Wow," Megan said. "How did that happen?"

"Not really sure," Simon said. "The Equestrian said it had to do with that place, and that she couldn't eat or drink there, and that it's been a couple months or something."

"I'm not sure I want to know more," Megan said, sighing.

"And, uh," Simon said, looking away, "Brandon's dead."

Megan raised her head to look at him. "What? How?"

Simon looked at the floor and rubbed the back of his head. "The doctor said that he bled into his chest, and that stopped him from breathing and his heart from beating. Then they opened him up, and the blood was everywhere. Ruptured aorta or something." Simon paced a little. "The doctor said it's one of the commonest ways to die fast from a car accident or a para fight."

"Oh, shit," Megan said. "Shit."

"Yeah," Simon said. "He... I really hated him, but I didn't want him to die, you know?"

"Yeah," Megan said.

They were silent for a few minutes, and then the curtain was shoved aside by a brusque young white resident. "Megan?" he said, looking up from his electronic tablet with a smile.

"Yeah," she said.

He glanced aside at Simon, and Megan reached out, wincing, and took Simon's hand. The doctor gave a vague little shrug. "Anyway, the x-rays are nice and clear. You've got a fractured right tibia -- and nothing else is broken. How do you feel?"

"Like hell," she said. "There's a lot more pain than just my right leg."

"Probably all muscular," he said cheerfully. "It's nicely aligned -- someone did some excellent first aid on you while you were out -- so try not to move it and we'll cast it."

"How long for the cast?" she said.

"Depends on how fast you heal," he said. "The para orthopedist will be in shortly. They'll take you down to him and he'll cast you up. You should be able to go home..." He glanced at his watch. "Well, this morning, anyway." And then he bounced off.

"What do they hype their residents up on anyway?" Megan growled, plucking at the sheet with her free hand.

"Sounds like we'll be able to take you home in a few hours," Simon said. "I should go give your mom another call."

"Another call?" Megan said, eyebrows rising.

"Uh, yeah," he said, shuffling a little. "She gave me her number when she was in town at Christmas and told me to call her if anything ever happened to you. So, uh, I did."

"Well, I guess I know what'll be hitting my email box sometime today," Megan said with a sigh. "Look, I'm really sorry to hear about Brandon."

"Yeah," Simon said. "It's just... kind of weird right now. Jeshri called the producers. There's a meeting later today. Oh, but there's one really good bit of news: we helped get Brainchild back. The Equestrian and Renata are, I guess, stuffing her back in her body right now."

Megan closed her eyes and smiled, suddenly exhausted. "I suppose saving the Ultimate's ward counts for something, right?"

"Right," Simon said. He squeezed her hand gently and padded out.


Note from the Author:

Here are some things that sound like me tying up loose ends. Trust me, though, to make things more complicated than they sound.

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Date: 2011-10-19 11:04 pm (UTC)
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Just joining the fun here..and spent the past couple of days burning my way though the whole lot. Loving it so far.. one question though, you don't play the online rpg City of Heroes do you?


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