Appointment

Dr. Thompkins was in the room alongside an unfamiliar nurse. Fiona Wilson, her name tag read, a young black-haired woman with dark heavy bags underneath her eyes. As he sat there on the bed, the nurse came up to him with a stethoscope and checked his heart beat.

"It's strong," the nurse commented. "Meaning you're stable." She pulled back and glanced at her clipboard. "Everything else seems to be in perfect shape too."

Aaron nodded curtly.

"Why don't you strip, Mr. Reigner?" Dr. Thompkins suggested, wiggling her eyebrows. "Give her a show. God knows Nurse Wilson needs it."

The nurse scowled. "Please, Dr. Thompkins, be serious."

Aaron sent the older woman a look. She giggled in return.

As Dr. Thompkins had promised, she and her staff members did not tell or record his legendary size. The rumours he lowkey anticipated were nonexistent. Not a crumb of suspicion was on him, both for his participation in the incident, his prodigious endowment, and the hospital sex with Tam and Tanya. He blended in with his surroundings as he always did. However, in spite of the return to norm, something had shifted. He couldn't put his finger on what though.

Exiting the examination room, he encountered the two male faces he did not want to see again: Noah and Todd. They stood outside the room drinking cans of soda and conversing enthusiastically. They must have been waiting for their own respective appointments.

There was a moment where they paused and acknowledged him. A short, clipped nod of respect. Given the rumours shrieking throughout the hospital, they likely didn't possess full memories of what occurred. Perhaps they remembered his rescue, perhaps they didn't. It didn't matter. Neither he nor the duo wanted to strike up a conversation. It was too awkward.

Aaron's assumption was that they remembered very little. The fact that the police questioned him like any other victim/witness was telling. They had no clue who or what incapacitated Poison Ivy.

Luck was on his side and he was thankful for it. He wished to remain anonymous. Iman Avesta, Samantha, Noah, Todd…he hoped their memories were scrambled enough so that he wouldn't ever have to speak of the situation and his actions.