[color=00a99d][b][u][h3][center]Dorian Lost[/center][/h3][/u][/b][/color]

When he got the alert that Meredith had stopped the train and all medical support staff members were to head to the site of the incident, Dorian had been in his office drinking coffee. He’d put down his coffee mug, very gently, and then picked it back up and thrown it against the wall.

[color=00a99d][i]“Fucking Meredith!”[/i][/color]

The mug shattered into a thousand pieces. Dorian sighed. That had been his favorite mug, too. But no matter. Someone would come and clean the mess up, and then he’d have his mug back, all nice and reconstructed.

He strode out of the room and met with the other medical personnel to teleport to the train. [i]Honestly.[/i] Trust Meredith to pull a stunt like this. Oh, she’d been doing it to break up a fight? Bullshit! Sane people didn’t randomly stop trains and send a schoolful of unsuspecting students flying just to stop a fight. Meredith pulled this kind of shit because she thought it was funny.

He gritted his teeth. Honestly, whose bright idea was it to let that psychopath anywhere [i]near[/i] a child?

By the time they got there, a few older students already seemed to be buzzing around, trying to calm down the situation. A dark haired boy in a metal suit landed directly in front of him. Dorian recognized the kid as Tony Hart: honestly, there weren’t that many technopaths running around the school, so Tony was pretty recognizable.

He was holding a young-looking girl with dark hair in his arms. She looked like she’d fallen unconscious. Dorian frowned.

"Take care of her,” said Tony, and rather brusquely too. “I picked up a broken bone and a concussion."

Dorian scowled. [color=00a99d]“Take care of her, [i]sir[/i], you mean. Honestly. Haven’t you little brats ever heard of respect?”[/color] But he took the girl from Tony anyway, and turned away.

Well, it was pretty obvious that she had a broken arm. Heck, there was blood seeping through the sleeve of her jacket, and— ew. Was that bone?

He’d been forced to memorize a list of the new students: names, faces and powers. He recognized this girl as Kitty Lee, a teleporter. That explained the injury pretty well, actually: the school usually used anti-teleportation handcuffs on new teleporter students, to prevent them from teleporting away before a teacher had the chance to explain what was going on.

Ugh, it looked like she might need surgery, then. He’d have to head back to his office to get it done. He’d block the pain while he carried out the surgery, but once he was done, she was on her own. Kids had to be tough these days anyway.

He was one of the few school nurses in the country who were authorized to handle surgeries: well, he had to be, considering that he was the only nurse at a school full of superheroes-in-training.

With an irritated sigh, he went off to find someone to teleport him back to the school.