Hello starvels! Thank you for everything you've done for fandom over the past year.
I had an idea for your prompt: "A surgeon for a 616 NYC hospital has a very bad no good day having to treat the various supers of 616 NYC"
The story would be that this surgeon (call her Anya) was very excited to get a job at New York Presbyterian in the ER and is still new at it. Her colleagues like the enthusiasm but tell her that she hasn't had a real road test working in New York. She's done her share of emergencies during her rotations so how bad can it get?
She shows up for her Saturday shift and it starts at 2 pm when a Spider-kid shows up. Nothing that bad, but need bones set. A different spider-kid -- with the cops tagging behind with a suspect that needs medical attention in custody -- shows up an hour later with shrapnel injuries. Some basic stitches and wound care.
Anya overhears two nurses talking. "If it's like this at 4, it's going to get worse." The other nurse sighs, "Bet Night Nurse is on vacation -- she usually handles the minor cases and we never see 'em."
And the nurse was right -- it did get worse. Anya sees a huge cross section of the superhero community. There isn't a huge event like an alien invasion just a busy night fighting the criminal element. Anya cracks a joke, "Is there a crime convention in town?"
The older nurse, who has seen it all at this point, just shrugs. "City of over 8 million, there's going to be crime. If we were dealing with the Kree or Galactus, it'd much much worse."
A tech grins back and says, "Nah, it's worse if Doctor Strange shows up in the waiting room."
The nurse groans and says, "If that happens, I'm on break in Tahiti."
Anya looks at the tech who says, "He's a real doctor -- you guys are the worst when you need treatment."
It's finally 2:30 am -- and nothing good ever really happens after midnight in the ER -- and Anya is dragging. She is being held together by coffee, protein bars and the promise of looking for quieter job once she's had sleep for 24 hours.
The nurse pops her head into the break room door, "Hey Doc, dislocated shoulder issue. Bay 4. Adult male, 30."
Anya perks up a this -- should be easy.
In Med 29 there are in fact two men -- the patient, as described adult male, 30, presenting a shoulder injury. He's dark-haired with facial hair, and still in sweatpants and a ratty shirt covered in stains -- Anya thinks she might know him. The other man -- hovering over the patient so he's either a relative or a boyfriend -- is blond, heavily built, and definitely fussing over the patient. "Come on, just let the doctor see you."
"We should have gone to Night Nurse," the patient complains.
"She's on vacation and we're not going to bother Doctor Strange with this," the blond says firmly.
Anya pulls up the chart and checks the name. Tony Stark. The Tony Stark. She sighs. She's dealt with so many superheroes and supervillain so far tonight that she's expecting to find the guy bleeding out or something. It couldn't just be a dislocated shoulder. She plasters a smile on her face and gets ready for the worst. "Hello, Tony Stark? Mr Stark or Tony?"
"Tony is fine. This is Steve." Tony points at the other man.
Right. Captain America. He didn't need medical attention. So she put him in the Patient Support Person category and focussed on Tony. "So what's the problem?"
Tony said, "I fell in the bathroom and hit my shoulder. I'm pretty sure I dislocated it. It's fine but someone -" he pokes Steve - "insisted I get medical help."
It keeps going on like that. Tony's shoulder is dislocated but for reasons that aren't exactly a fall in the bathroom. Tony and Steve aren't exactly telling people that they are dating so they ask Anya to keep it quiet.
She's happy to end the day on a simple shoulder fix.
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Date: 2025-02-23 02:14 pm (UTC)I had an idea for your prompt: "A surgeon for a 616 NYC hospital has a very bad no good day having to treat the various supers of 616 NYC"
The story would be that this surgeon (call her Anya) was very excited to get a job at New York Presbyterian in the ER and is still new at it. Her colleagues like the enthusiasm but tell her that she hasn't had a real road test working in New York. She's done her share of emergencies during her rotations so how bad can it get?
She shows up for her Saturday shift and it starts at 2 pm when a Spider-kid shows up. Nothing that bad, but need bones set. A different spider-kid -- with the cops tagging behind with a suspect that needs medical attention in custody -- shows up an hour later with shrapnel injuries. Some basic stitches and wound care.
Anya overhears two nurses talking. "If it's like this at 4, it's going to get worse." The other nurse sighs, "Bet Night Nurse is on vacation -- she usually handles the minor cases and we never see 'em."
And the nurse was right -- it did get worse. Anya sees a huge cross section of the superhero community. There isn't a huge event like an alien invasion just a busy night fighting the criminal element. Anya cracks a joke, "Is there a crime convention in town?"
The older nurse, who has seen it all at this point, just shrugs. "City of over 8 million, there's going to be crime. If we were dealing with the Kree or Galactus, it'd much much worse."
A tech grins back and says, "Nah, it's worse if Doctor Strange shows up in the waiting room."
The nurse groans and says, "If that happens, I'm on break in Tahiti."
Anya looks at the tech who says, "He's a real doctor -- you guys are the worst when you need treatment."
It's finally 2:30 am -- and nothing good ever really happens after midnight in the ER -- and Anya is dragging. She is being held together by coffee, protein bars and the promise of looking for quieter job once she's had sleep for 24 hours.
The nurse pops her head into the break room door, "Hey Doc, dislocated shoulder issue. Bay 4. Adult male, 30."
Anya perks up a this -- should be easy.
In Med 29 there are in fact two men -- the patient, as described adult male, 30, presenting a shoulder injury. He's dark-haired with facial hair, and still in sweatpants and a ratty shirt covered in stains -- Anya thinks she might know him. The other man -- hovering over the patient so he's either a relative or a boyfriend -- is blond, heavily built, and definitely fussing over the patient. "Come on, just let the doctor see you."
"We should have gone to Night Nurse," the patient complains.
"She's on vacation and we're not going to bother Doctor Strange with this," the blond says firmly.
Anya pulls up the chart and checks the name. Tony Stark. The Tony Stark. She sighs. She's dealt with so many superheroes and supervillain so far tonight that she's expecting to find the guy bleeding out or something. It couldn't just be a dislocated shoulder. She plasters a smile on her face and gets ready for the worst. "Hello, Tony Stark? Mr Stark or Tony?"
"Tony is fine. This is Steve." Tony points at the other man.
Right. Captain America. He didn't need medical attention. So she put him in the Patient Support Person category and focussed on Tony. "So what's the problem?"
Tony said, "I fell in the bathroom and hit my shoulder. I'm pretty sure I dislocated it. It's fine but someone -" he pokes Steve - "insisted I get medical help."
It keeps going on like that. Tony's shoulder is dislocated but for reasons that aren't exactly a fall in the bathroom. Tony and Steve aren't exactly telling people that they are dating so they ask Anya to keep it quiet.
She's happy to end the day on a simple shoulder fix.