“Seriously, you get a concussion of all the damn things tonight, of all nights?” Poison growled back to the semi conscious man, now missing his makeshift samurai gear slash football equipment. “Honestly Sodom, if I didn’t feel bad for you I’d drop you from the first string. As tough as that new girl was, and trust me she’s got what it takes… and then some, that was still embarrassing.”
Poison stopped for a moment, remembering the size of Regina’s prick for a bit. Before shaking her head and focusing on more important things. Like what she was going to do for the show tomorrow if one of her first stringers was laid up in the hospital because an amatuer, no matter how skilled of one, knocked his screws loose in under two rounds.
“S-sorry she was… really strong. Like she wrestled dinosaurs for real.”
“That’s just the story you-ugh, never mind.” She’d long since given up on expecting sense from a man like Sodom. At the very least he was normally a trustworthy wall of muscle to throw at problems. But unless they pulled some medical miracle soon she’d need a replacement.
And that wasn’t likely as she’d been sitting here in this examination room waiting on a nurse or someone to show up for the last hour almost. Her irritation was practically boiling over as she continued to tap her foot on the floor. Finally letting out a frustrated growl as she moved towards the door. “You know the drill Sodom. Stay awake and all that crap. I’m going to see what the problem is.”
She marched out into the hallway, seeing nobody around and that only served to further test her temper. Instead she moved from the waiting rooms. Passing the doors to a far larger room at the Metro City Hospital she thought for a moment it had been some kind of seminar or something. By the looks of it there was a huge crowd inside, and certainly more than a few doctors or nurses in it.
“What the hell?”
Poison looked over at the placard reading some names off and not really getting the jist of it. “Palioplasticity and retroviral techniques… what, are they all taking a break for some plastic surgeon’s seminar?” She didn’t even bother to look down further and read the name of the presenter, just turning away and tapping her foot. Soon the doors opened and the crowd started to leave.
“Hey, you, are you a doctor here?”
“Oh, no I am from Germany.”
“Sorry, John Hopkins.”
“No, I work for the BSAA.”
Literally nobody, nobody that had been in that room even worked here! She’d wasted another half-hour or more all for absolutely nothing. She was done, positively done. She wasn’t taking any more excuses. The first person she saw that even looked like a nurse here was getting an earful of her complaints… or they were going to get her foot up their ass!
A mousey looking brunette came to the doors at last, a medical lab coat covering what to Poison looked like entirely too short of skirt that was just too frilly for someone on call for the night. Honestly, it looked like someone had made a mistake in ordering an evening gown and ended up with a rented cocktail dress. Either they were about to run out on a date or their ‘work’ involved looking pretty before they bent over somebody’s desk to do their real job.
“Ugh, must be some office skank or something?”
“Okay, listen,” she said, halting the woman before she could take another step or even say another word. “I don’t care what bigwig titty surgeon was in their giving a talk, but I need your help and you're going to give it.”
“Excuse me?” They were playing dumb, clearly trying to get back whatever doctor was cheating on them this week or leaving for a night of the sort of fun Poison was decidely not having because Sodom couldn’t be assed to fall right during a fight. In either case she was having a miserable time so she was determined that this lady was going to know about it.
“I have a friend waiting for someone to come take a look for over an hour while you sat there and did your nails and gawked at all the rich doctors you could sleep around with, so I think I deserve some real service for a change. I’m a taxpayer… now, and even got real insurance so start being professional!”
Something flickered in her eyes for a bit before she spoke again. “I was giving that talk…”
“Must be the head nurse of whatever for the boobjob doc that gave that talk.”
“Whatever, surprised he hasn’t done your tits for you… anyway, Ms. Head Nurse I-don’t-care, I need you to go get dressed like you’re supposed to be or at least start looking like a skanky nurse instead of just a regular skank or I’m calling my lawyer… so he can get me out of jail after I put you into a hospital bed.”
Now that got a response, anger flashing in her eyes where she’d just been annoyingly stupified before.
“You touch me and you’ll regret it,” she said back, suddenly as she pushed Poison back with more strength than she’d expected. Fists clenching and unclenching as Poison was forced to step back. Taking another look at her and her name tag and seeing someone that was a little less than a complete pushover now.
“Well well well… someone’s got some balls,” Poison said, turning around with a dismissive flick of her long pink hair. “Still, I’m not joking. Get your ass in gear Nurse… Chambers, or I am sueing your asses for incompetence.”
Satisfied with her complaints being lodged properly, especially given that fuming expression of anger left on the Nurse’s face, Poison continued on her way back to Sodom. Either they’d get their service finally or she really would call a lawyer.
Ah, the wonders of having money for a change.
Sun Mar 13 20:24:12 2022