Tis but a Flesh Wound

Well hospitals are irritating. Well usually.

Interacting with a Female: +5 Exp!

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Interacting with a Female: +5 Exp!

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Interacting with a Female: +5 Exp!

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Interacting with a Female: +10 Exp!

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Interacting with a Female: +10 Exp!

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Flirting with a Female: +10 Exp!

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Flirting with a Female: +20 Exp!

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You know how a nurse will ask you questions write it down on a clipboard then leave and someone else will come in and ask the same question and write the same stuff down and this can happen several times? Normally it drives me crazy but since I was able to get points I was much less bothered, and I'd greet passing by patients and nurses while I'd wait for the next person.

Ok maybe I'm not being completely fair because they did get my X-Ray and stitched up quickly enough. Then they put me on some **** which made me more comfortable with being flirty. Flirty as in relative to how I normally am, I'd rather not think about some of the cheese I was dishing out to protect what I can of my own self worth. They did seem amused at least. I take a quick glance at my progress.

Level 3: 201/3000 Exp (Human)

Not too bad I've gotten like 1000 XP today and it hasn't even reached noon yet.. Crap I don't know what time it is. 'Where's my phone?'

As I begin my search another visitor comes into my room. It's my reviewer! "Hey I see you couldn't wait to see me again." I blurt out.

Interacting with a Female: +10 Exp!
Flirting with a Female: +20 Exp!

Hmm, I think that's the first time I've gotten two XP things at once. Though there was the heroine and saving her, but I guess that was two separate events that happened to be close together rather than one event scoring for 2 categories. I quickly refocus on Review lady.

She lets out a short sigh, "Due to circumstances it was decided I might as well liaison with you to inform you of current events and perhaps reschedule."

"Current events?"

"As your injury was received aiding a registered heroine, the Avenger's League will be covering your medical expenses. And replacing some of your clothes if you require it. Which from what we can tell would be pants socks and shoes." She states.

"Uh, well I'm not particularly worried about the socks but yeah thank you. I suppose going out without pants wouldn't be the best move either." I think about asking what if it was an unregistered heroine but then think better, obviously they wouldn't be covering it.

"It's New York." She says as if it is a full explanation then continues on, "Also while there was a fractured skull and 2 concussions of the assailants, they should be fine. However the one that landed poorly on his knife didn't make it." She finishes and stares at my reaction.

A small chill runs down my neck and I close my eyes and think. If it were one of the guys I smashed a rock into their head had died I probably would have felt more responsible, but that guy was practically on top of me to stab me and I merely redirected him into a wall. His **** was really just bad luck. I also know that logic can't always beat emotion so I just take a few deep breaths, and try to let it process and go through me, not fighting how I react but accepting it and understanding it. A few breaths later I conclude that I don't actually feel guilty for his ****. and perhaps its the help of the level up improving my mental stats again, especially since I was in a near shocked state and still focusing on rationally deciding what I should do next rather than fall into panic. Actually that probably helped out a ton.

I open my eyes and look back at her. "I will admit, I don't feel guilty for his ****, I don't really feel remorseful about it either. I didn't deliver a killing blow, and poor luck was what killed him. He did almost knife me though, so while I might not know who he was in his personal life I do know I wouldn't be a part of some human trafficking group, so... yeah." I peter off as I feel like I'm getting a bit preachy.

"Do not worry you are correct, but different people handle these things differently. While it doesn't seem like you are just locking your emotions away just know, if you need to talk to someone, we have very good psychiatrists." She says in a slightly warmer tone of voice.

"Thank you I will remember that for when I start having nightmares." I say with a slight grin. It was supposed to be kind of a joke but that one didn't land.

"Yes, do so."

"Well as for rescheduling, I don't know when they'll let me out of here but I'm honestly not feeling that bad and if I could still do it today I'd probably prefer that."

"That.. is possible. We could also include the rest of whatever medical exams you need in your ... check-up, so to speak. We will just need you to release your records for us to access." She states.

I've never been that cagey about my medical records, honestly if I had gotten my dick resized or something I'd probably be a bit protective but otherwise I have no qualms.. Though I wonder what records they even have here anyways. "Yea that's fine."

"Very well I'll talk to the doctor and get the paperwork that needs to be filled out and get a ride ready if the doctor doesn't think the would be a threat to your life doing so, of course."

Well I'm not disappointed that my ride to the AL isn't some kind of jet or even a hero carrying me through the air. I'm not. It's fine. I mean taxis are great. They are yellow, and on TV. It's all good. I mean the driver is a guy so I can't get any points from him but so what. Review lady had her own ride, and it is perfectly understandable that she couldn't take me. There are no hard feelings.

None.

Seriously.