Gamma Emission:
Fissionable Goods (pt 1)
I used to enjoy being at the hospital. Being able to help people is one of the nicest feeling in the world. But now the rush of transporter room is the last
thing I need, and my training as an ER Nurse isn't much use anywhere else. All the possible interactions of powers and drugs means that if someone is here
for long term observation they are assigned to two specialists: one who understands what makes them tick, and one who understands what sent them to us in the
first place. The conversations that result from those collaborations make my head spin, and I am far from alone in my confusion.
Which is a long winded way of saying that I no longer fit in, and it bothers me more than it probably should.
The Hero Corps mandated checkup fell somewhere between mind-numbing boredom and dread. It wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been, the guys and gals in
the radiology department smiled and greeted my nicely enough. But I could see the questions in their expressions that they were polite enough not to ask. All
the normal checkups where scheduled months in advance. To get one with only a few days lead time wasn't normal, not-normal meant someone didn't
understand something, and the unknown scares people.
At least Julie made polite small talk while we ran through the first half of the physical and waited for the particle physicist specialist to arrive. Julie is
one of the nuclear specialists-in-training I worked with during the first three weeks when we where still trying to figure out what was going on with me. The
tests and questions were familiar in their regularity, I remembered asking them hundreds of time to patients myself. The fact that I was on the receiving side
of them didn't bother me. When we got to the end and the specialists still hadn't shown I wasn't too worried. Things happen, and saving someone
else's life is far more important than making it to my checkup on time, or at all.
I followed Julie as we left the examination room, knowing I'd have to at least sign a few more forms. The dread started to form when she made a left
instead of right at the end of the hall. This wasn't the way to the checkin desk or the more heavily shielded experimental room I had half been expecting
to spend some time in.
"Julie? Where are we going?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know.
"Oh don't worry. It's going to be fun." Her reassurances utterly failed their objective. "Dr Shaw has been setting up some equipment in
Terra Volta."
That didn't sound like any definition of fun that I knew of. As we walked into the transporter room the only thought that kept circling my head was: I hope
Denis isn't there. Denis is one of Dr Shaw's protégée's who has taken an unnatural interest in contents of digestive tract, and how I'm still
able to process food despite the fact that all the bacteria should be long dead from the radiation.
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I'm off to work, part 2 goes up when I get back.
-Terry
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"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy
Fissionable Goods (pt 1)
I used to enjoy being at the hospital. Being able to help people is one of the nicest feeling in the world. But now the rush of transporter room is the last
thing I need, and my training as an ER Nurse isn't much use anywhere else. All the possible interactions of powers and drugs means that if someone is here
for long term observation they are assigned to two specialists: one who understands what makes them tick, and one who understands what sent them to us in the
first place. The conversations that result from those collaborations make my head spin, and I am far from alone in my confusion.
Which is a long winded way of saying that I no longer fit in, and it bothers me more than it probably should.
The Hero Corps mandated checkup fell somewhere between mind-numbing boredom and dread. It wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been, the guys and gals in
the radiology department smiled and greeted my nicely enough. But I could see the questions in their expressions that they were polite enough not to ask. All
the normal checkups where scheduled months in advance. To get one with only a few days lead time wasn't normal, not-normal meant someone didn't
understand something, and the unknown scares people.
At least Julie made polite small talk while we ran through the first half of the physical and waited for the particle physicist specialist to arrive. Julie is
one of the nuclear specialists-in-training I worked with during the first three weeks when we where still trying to figure out what was going on with me. The
tests and questions were familiar in their regularity, I remembered asking them hundreds of time to patients myself. The fact that I was on the receiving side
of them didn't bother me. When we got to the end and the specialists still hadn't shown I wasn't too worried. Things happen, and saving someone
else's life is far more important than making it to my checkup on time, or at all.
I followed Julie as we left the examination room, knowing I'd have to at least sign a few more forms. The dread started to form when she made a left
instead of right at the end of the hall. This wasn't the way to the checkin desk or the more heavily shielded experimental room I had half been expecting
to spend some time in.
"Julie? Where are we going?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know.
"Oh don't worry. It's going to be fun." Her reassurances utterly failed their objective. "Dr Shaw has been setting up some equipment in
Terra Volta."
That didn't sound like any definition of fun that I knew of. As we walked into the transporter room the only thought that kept circling my head was: I hope
Denis isn't there. Denis is one of Dr Shaw's protégée's who has taken an unnatural interest in contents of digestive tract, and how I'm still
able to process food despite the fact that all the bacteria should be long dead from the radiation.
------------------
I'm off to work, part 2 goes up when I get back.
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy