With the door closed, the hospital room is remarkably quiet, despite the agitated hubbub in the hallways. Which is not surprising; Alycia has a lot of agitated hubbub in her head, too – combat against alien warriors does that to one.
(The self-critique sheet is filling up rapidly, too. She sets that process off to the side until later.)
She’d waved off the offer of painkiller from the AEGIS agents who bundled her down here (and now hang outside). No idea how she warrants a private room, but she won’t object. But that said, and especially stripped of weapons, being in private with a single door entering is relaxing in and of itself.
Hopefully a doctor will be actually looking at her soon.
Hellfire, her ribs hurt. She hopes it’s just a fracture, not an actual significant break. She also hopes these facilities (or wherever she ends up going) have access to hypertech healing techniques. Being laid up for weeks-to-months with this kind of injury would be – irksome.
She’s not defenseless, of course. Depending on the intruder, she could push aside the pain and, risking more serious injury, tackle anyone likely to come through that door. Or, perhaps more comfortably, wait for them to come within reach …
Or could she? Alycia feels more than a twinge of apprehension. She misjudged badly (the self-critique is off onto page three) her ability to handle the armored creature, though her gambit paid off. But I could have been killed. This realization causes a shudder, that sets the ribs to hurting even more. And the bruises from the giant, the floor, the wall –
She’s still pissed off at them. And … afraid. _Get over it, girl. They’ll be back. Leo invited them. And you need to be ready.
Alycia regrets being whisked away so quickly from the rest – it makes sense, no question, before people start asking questions. She’s not masked, not in uniform, and even if it’s unlikely any given civilian is going to know who she actually is, being associated in her current personal / appearance with what happened would not help anyone’s cause.
It was good to have a word with Adam first, though. She’s a bit surprised by the vehemence of her reaction toward how the Concordance Agents treated him. But that’s not too hard to figure out.
And Charlotte was thinking clearly, offering to take the gloves – both to avoid any questions about them from the ER doc who really should be checking in on her soon, and to keep them out of AEGIS hands for the nonce. (An excuse to build more, and some resources out of Parker’s reach – win-win.)
But it was too brief, and she imagines the others going off and having some post-battle pizza, or shwarma, or something, and –
– what, missing out? Alycia shakes her head on the pillow, even though there’s nobody to see. Am I that pathetically desirous of companionship?
Which is a fine cue for the door to open.
author: *** Dave H.