Topic: Stories from Scyon City Subject: Night Shift
Hearthstone Apartments, the Fens
A little past 4 a.m.
Muffled swearing was the clue that Zarenna was home. Usually it was loud kpop blasting through the door or a sharp “Wasabi, no!” when the cat tried his luck with an open window, but not tonight. Even with an ambulance siren breaking through layers of cheap plaster, the kid upstairs trash-talking his way into a grounding from video games, and the pounding behind Evin’s eyes after her 12-hour shift, there was no missing the sharp, pained grunts coming from the neighbouring apartment.
“And just when I think I’m done with overtime,” Evin muttered to herself, “I meet a superhero whose too dumb to call ahead when she knows I’ll be home tonight. I could have gotten more bandages from work.” Balancing the groceries and her work duffle bag with one hand, she made short work of unlocking her apartment door, kicking off her sneakers, and getting ready for the next couple hours.
Emptying the essential groceries - the ice cream and wine, that is - into place was her first stop, then dropping her duffle bag by the laundry hamper for the trip downstairs later; Evin would have changed too, but she figured it was better to have blood on her scrubs than a pair of yoga pants. She stopped to look in the mirror once, tucking stray hair back behind her headband, grumbling at the dark circles under her eyes, then grabbed the first aid kit in the hallway closet, stuffed her sore feet into slippers, and made her way across the hall.
As usual, the spare key was in the crack between the doorframe and wall, so Evin let herself into Zarenna’s apartment, mindful of any flash of calico fur making a break for the door. She swore Zarenna’s cat had superpowers too, for how often he slipped out of the apartment; his record was getting three blocks away, but Evin’s favourite incident was when he snuck into the Abbotts and chased their Yorkie onto the balcony.
Thinking of him must have summoned him, for Wasabi suddenly appeared before Evin’s feet, looking past her at the closed door. The cat blinked up at her once, green eyes like saucers, then turned and walked away.
“Nice seeing you too,” Evin chuckled at the cat’s disappearing tail. She set the medkit on the counter as she headed into Zarenna’s kitchen. The hygiene routine she followed as a nurse was easy enough to repeat in the dingy little apartment; washing her hands in scalding water at the sink, slipping on latex gloves, double-checking her supplies - running low on butterfly bandages, but there was enough gauze for now. Evin was halfway through laying out her most-used instruments on the kitchen counter when Zarenna exited the bathroom.
Clearly fresh from the shower, Zarenna tucked her towel tighter around her chest, and gave Evin a confused look. “I thought you said you were watching Ryan Gosling movies until you were actually dreaming of him tonight?”
“I am,” Evin replied.
“But you’re in scrubs and are holding a scalpel in my kitchen right now,” Zarenna said.
“And I could hear you swearing and groaning louder than Jasmine and Nick from down the hall, so I got ready.” She gestured at the barstool beside her. “Hop up and let’s go this over with. I have wine to drink.”
Zarenna rolled her eyes, but complied and took a seat. “Two bullets hit me between my left shoulder blade and spine, as well as one that grazed my helmet and might’ve hit my ear,” she listed as Evin began checking her over, “I have some pretty bad scrapes on my knees, a huge bruise on my right palm, and of course, blisters on my feet.”
“Was it a Nine Milimeter?” Evin asked, brushing the shower cap away from her friend’s ear to begin her check-up
“Most likely,” Zarenna winced at the poking. “I wasn’t paying attention to more than ‘look, man with gun threatening unarmed teenager.’”
“Here I was thinking you’d have all the time in the world at Mach Two to notice stuff like that,” Evin smirked.
Her teasing earned her a glare from her friend. “I can run at Mach Two but it's not like I’m noticing that much,” Zarenna explained, tilting her head to give the light and Evin better access to her ear. “I control speed and direction, so I can propel myself to high speeds, but it’s like I’m in a tunnel and -”
“And your brain can’t keep up with the speed past a certain threshold because while you are theoretically capable of running at the speed of the light, you lack the physiology and senses of a traditionally-Powered speedster to process sensory information past normal human limits.” At Zarenna’s wide eyes, Evin cocked an eyebrow. “You complain every time the news gets your powers wrong. I’ve heard this explanation at least thirty times. Now, lean forward and tell me about your patrol.”
While she leaned forward, Evin caught the wince on her friend’s face as she braced herself against the counter, then felt herself wince when Zarenna dropped her towel around her waist. Her back was a mess of bruises; blue-black rings around the centre of impact on her left shoulder and lower back, with mottled purple abrasions showing the pathways the kinetic energy of the bullets took after colliding with her Kevlar-padded costume. Given that her entire trapezius muscle was a battered wreck, Evin took extra care with her examination of Zarenna.
“I started at seven PM as usual,” Zarenna recounted, “and it was quiet until eleven. There was a bar fight that spilled into the street in North Point I just had to run by to break up.” Her breath hitched when Evin pressed into her ribs, checking for fractures. “It was when I was passing the nightclubs that I overheard a drug shipment was coming into the docks. I made my way to Bay View and as it turns out, the Disciples were crawling all over the warehouse.”
Evin let loose a curse. “Please tell me the ER isn’t about to be flooded with daydream-abusers again.”
“No,” Zarenna assured, “Only painkiller addicts. I handled the Disciples and the police were there to meet the daydream suppliers on the docks.”
“Did you get shot during the raid? Hands, please.”
Zarenna brought her towel back up to her chest, then laid her hands palm-up in front of her. Evin’s lips formed a thin line at the sight of her friend’s right hand, a battered and bruised mess like her back.
“I caught a bullet,” Zarenna explained when Evin shot her a questioning look. “And no, this wasn’t from fighting with Disciples. It happened after.”
“Right. A teenager was being threatened?”
“I cut through Saint Mary’s Park on my back to the Fens, and then I heard a scream. I checked by the tennis courts and, as usual, there was trouble there. A girl was making a detour to Downtown by the bike pathways when some guys cornered her, forced her into the bushes.”
Evin swallowed past a lump in her throat. “Please tell me you knocked all of their teeth out.”
“Naturally,” Zarenna assured. “One of them had a gun, however, and unloaded a magazine on me. I dodged most of them, got clipped by the ear trying to get close to him, and then caught one when he went to fire. I was busy knocking the shooter unconscious when his friend picked up the handgun and hit me twice in the back.
“After I caught my breath again, I took the girl to the edge of the park, flagged down a cab, and got her a ride to the police station. The guys got away, but with the injuries I gave them, I imagine they’ll be showing up at a hospital in the next few days. There were at least two sets of fingerprints on the handgun too, so I think that case will be a straightforward one.”
Evin loosed a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Even two years on, mentions of women being attacked reminded Evin too much of her sister’s assault. Rotting in a jail cell was still not enough for what the scumbag had done to Sidney.
But her sister was whole and safe and enjoying her honeymoon in Barcelona, so Evin shook off the dark memories and refocused on her present. She finished checking over Zarenna’s arms and dragged the remaining barstool in front of her. “And now for our favourite part,” she joked. “Feet.”
Zarenna swung her legs up onto the seat, hissing when her skinned knee made contact with the countertop. Evin was more than a little grateful she had caught Zarenna after she had showered; a speedster’s feet always reeked after patrol. Fortunately, no smell but coconut wafted into her nose when Evin bent to examine the damage running at superspeed did to Zarenna’s feet this time.
As a former track athlete and now superhero, blisters were the least of the injuries Zarenna had acquired. Plantar fasciitis was a common problem, as was shin splints, sore muscles, hamstring strains. A tear to her ACL had left Scyon City without its signature hero for almost the entire summer two years ago. Evin had not known her back then, but she had been told that Zarenna had walked around on sprained ankles for almost four months after she first got her powers at twenty-four; turning corners at superspeed was a dangerous game, apparently.
Without a doubt, the worst were the burns. Zarenna’s feet were the biggest casualty of her night gig, but all of her body was susceptible to burning at the right speed. Breaking the sound barrier for the first time ended in Zarenna laid up for weeks afterwards, unable to walk from the second-degree burns on her soles. Testing out materials for her suits had ended in friction burns as she neared her top speed, with the fabric itself tearing her skin before the right balance of protection and movement was struck. The insanity of last year had seen Zarenna covered in burns, as she pushed herself harder and harder in pursuing the Boogeyman and his victims across the city. Dealing with the aftermath of her patrols each night last October had been the hardest Evin had worked since she first found out Zarenna was Dragonfly, when she collapsed outside her apartment in full costume, bleeding out with a knife in her stomach.
Tonight, however, it was the usual blisters and nothing more. Her legs needed no more than a quick antibacterial swabbing - for Evin trusted this building’s water system to clean open wounds as much as she believed Mayor Watts’ promise of the hospital getting refurbished by the end of this year. “Doctor says you’re clear,” she smiled as Zarenna stood. “You’re going to ice those bruises, right?”
“Yes,” Zarenna assured as she strode towards her bedroom.
“And take it easy on your palm?”
“As much as I can.”
Evin knew pushing for more than that level of commitment would end up in an argument, so she settled for a reminder to check on Zarenna after her next shift, and to pack away her medical supplies for now. She had the toolbox in hand and was heading for the door when Zarenna called out once more, “You leaving?”
“To watch Ryan Gosling be shirtless,” Evin responded, stopping at the doorway, “of course.”
Zarenna exited her bedroom, now in pajamas, with Wasabi twining about her legs. “You could bring the movie here and we just pass out on the couch after.”
Evin chuckled. “Are we almost thirty or highschoolers?”
She got a roll of the eyes but a smile in return. “I think everyone turns into a schoolgirl for Gosling, but if you want to drink wine alone, feel free to keep walking.”
Evin did keep walking, right back to her apartment. Where she quickly shoved the medkit back in its spot, grabbed the copy of Crazy, Stupid, Love - and the ice cream and wine - before hustling back across the hall. Zarenna was busy working a brush through Wasabi’s coat when Evin settled on the couch beside her, two spoons and glasses in hand, and pressed play on the movie.
“Can I hold the ice cream to ice my hand?”
“Don’t push your luck, Reed.”
Posted on 2020-07-06 at 17:33:54.
Edited on 2020-07-06 at 17:34:17 by CameToPlay
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