What's Up, Doc? (Pt 1)

Frisk was not a big fan of the politics of the board of directors at Saint Vincent’s Hospital. Frisk thought that their policy of reporting any recognized metas that came through their doors was going to lead to a lot of metas going without treatment. She would prefer never going to that hospital, for herself or those in her ambulance.

But after a woman had an accident at the train station that nearly cut her leg off there was no time to be picky about what hospital she went to. Frisk and her partner got the woman handed off to a team at the emergency entrance. Frisk’s part of it was over but she was still buzzing with adrenaline. However, her partner, Driver, was visibly shaken. His face was white.

“Hey Drive, sit down, take a couple deep breaths.” Frisk said.

“I… I need a coffee after that.” Driver said.

Frisk sighed. “C’mon, let’s go to the food court.”

‘Food court’ barely described the atrium. As terrible as this hospital is to metas, the sound of the waterfall was soothing and Frisk could see Driver calming down as he clutched his overpriced coffee. Frisk looked at the garden and trees. “If only they invested this much in getting a fucking conscience.” Frisk muttered.

“It’s pretty, and it’s gotta be nice for patients having a hard time.” Driver said.

“I doubt the meta patients feel that way.”

Whatever Driver would say in reply was cut out by the roar of an explosion. Frisk threw herself under a small table with her arms around her head to protect herself from all the glass pouring from the skylights.

It was pure chaos of screams and crashing. Frisk could smell smoke and knew that this atrium was sure to spread any fire quickly. People were in danger. Frisk uncovered her head and was met with Driver’s dead gaze, large shards of glass had torn through his throat like play-do. There was no saving him, and there was no time to mourn him. Frisk got out from under the table, her training kicking in. She had to get as many of these people out of here, this hospital was not safe for anyone and what if there was another explosion? Frisk got to work doing what she did best.

She would find a little girl soon, crying as she shook a man lying on his side. “Wake up, Razor! Wake up!” She cried to the unconscious man, who groaned in pain. Glass and metal were in his left arm and back as he tried to flutter his eyes open. The glass dropped away first as he tried to sit up. “Razor, we gotta go! Get up!”

“Esther, hold on…” Razor groaned in pain as the metal dropped to the floor, sizzling.

Frisk wanted to pick up the little girl and carry her from this place but the man with her was wounded and… bleeding strangely. Frisk frowned, scooping up the girl.

The girl instantly started fighting Frisk, screaming at her. “No! No! Razor!” She wailed in the only way a child could.

“Why are you taking Esther?” Razor asked, blinking as he tried to fight off the fog in his head. “W…what happened?”

“There’s been an explosion, everyone needs to evacuate the hospital.” Frisk explained.

“Shit…must be why my ears are ringing…” Razor grunted.

Esther jostled some more until she was free and went back to Razor. “We gotta get outta here.” She whined.