Chapter 3
by 
Nemo of Utopia
What Happens At The Hospital?
Unfortunately, Nothing Very Sexy.
The EMTs are swift to respond to the summons for medical help and whisk us off to the hospital. Angels are common enough on Ærþ that medical care for them is fairly advanced, but the technicians have trouble with Alicial. It seems her soul matrix is partially corrupted, they've never seen anything quite like it, and that makes treatment difficult.
In the end, they have to settle for stabilizing her condition and letting her natural healing abilities take their course. Obviously they set and splint the arm right off, but other than debriding a few other wounds and shaving her head they can do quite little.
My Summoning and Binding final was the last one I had, so at Alicial's insistence I stay with her for the two weeks she is healing. She knows little of Ærþ, so I fill her in on everything. It's almost like talking to a child, so complete is her ignorance of history, economics, and politics: except that she understands things so much more quickly and is constantly winking at me, or blowing a kiss, or 'accidentally' jiggling her breasts...
As soon as the doctors and nurses pronounce her healed enough to leave the hospital: (Which involves several minor surgical procedures to remove dangerous relics of her tortures in hell,) she is loaded into a shuttle bus with me and we travel back to my apartment.
I live in the basement of a six story high rise, which is also my job: I'm the superintendent of the property, which caters to college students and always has a super who is attending college himself.
There's going to be a list of things for me to deal with as long as both my arms after two weeks away, but thank goodness Alicial understood whenever I told her I had to go deal with the genuine emergencies like overflowing toilets and sinks backing up.