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[color=#a187be]𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲?[/color][/center][/h1][/sup]
[sup][i]𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐔𝐖 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫[/i] [i][right]𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: [color=a187be]Isabel[/color], [color=ed1c24]Ares[/color] [@Legion02] & [color=5A7B7B]Sekhmet[/color] [@Aewin]
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[indent]Perhaps it truly had been a mistake to attend the luncheon.

Sweet Macaria, her only ally in a disturbed world. The only Goddess that Sekhmet bonded with on another, a deeper level. The closest thing to a best friend the Egyptian goddess had. [i]Had[/i]. Macaria, who had been kind and accepting, the one who supported Sekhmet through her darkest years, now no longer counted amongst the living.

[i]Had.[/i]

Tearing her eyes from Macaria to gaze upon the second body hurt just as much. Whispers around her named him Zagreus, but she only knew him as another forgotten name; as the beautiful mortal with so much life in him. Sekhmet choked on her spit, climbing from her seat beside Thor to stagger outside. The smell of blood was too much; it called to her.

She knew she couldn’t remain at the festival any longer in this state. Somehow Sekhmet managed to take her leave, practically throwing herself into her car in her haste to get away from the scene. As she pulled out, her hand dipped into her pocket to pull out her phone and ring the only number that frequented her call history besides Macaria.

The phone rang twice before she heard a familiar voice through the line - a sweet nurse on phone duty sounding infinitely as tired as Sekhmet felt. [color=5A7B7B]“I’m going to be early for my shift. I’m already on the way.”[/color] She was met with a pause and shuffling of paper on the other line.

[indent][i]“But you still have six hours-”[/i][/indent]
[color=5A7B7B]“Don’t care, I’ll work for free if I have to. Just get ready for the handover in thirty.”[/color] Sekhmet clicked the hangup button before tossing the device to the back seat. Any arguments the nurse would have could wait till she arrived. Not that it mattered, there was always a shortage of help in the wards. Nobody would complain about having the extra hand.

The immediate distraction that driving to work provided was welcome. Sekhmet parked in her usual bay before pulling out a fresh set of clothes. The last thing she needed was for people to question the club attire in the staff room.

When Sekhmet finally arrived at the emergency unit, she felt her grief go numb as though someone else was controlling her. She checked the nurse’s station for the list of active cases, anticipating her first case of the shift to be the one to make her forget the events of the day.

Time passed as it always did. People came and left, one way or another.

At night the paramedics rolled in another victim into Sekhmet’s emergency unit. There was no real haste to it. The wound was patched and the victim wouldn’t be bleeding out any time soon. It was a simple stab wound. The victim herself wasn’t too thrilled about that too. She was just frowning as the gurney she was on was wheeled in.

“Female, 27, stabbed in the left thigh with glass. No shards from what we could see. Hasn’t consumed alcohol or drugs. Allegedly.” One of the paramedics said as he passed Sekhmet and handed her the quick notes they had taken. It was mostly about her physical condition and status. She was a remarkably healthy woman.

[color=a187be]“I haven’t!”[/color] Isabel was quick to retort. The paramedics didn’t acknowledge her complaints as they rolled her into one of the rooms.

Before Sekhmet could get into the room the paramedic quickly stopped her. “She’s an angry one.” He warned.

[color=5A7B7B]“She won’t be the first or only in this ward,”[/color] Sekhmet deadpanned. She took the notes and gave it a cursory glance but most of her attention was on the woman in front of her. The stab wound had been dealt with by the paramedics, but they couldn’t take any risks. Even the slightest nick to the femoral artery would spell a bloody end for the mortal.

The paramedics left the women in the ward, so Sekhmet started her usual routine. [color=5A7B7B]“I need to follow standard procedure, need to make sure you’re not dying.”[/color] Sekhmet warned.  [color=5A7B7B]“You’ll need an MRI scan to see if there is any damage to your muscle tissue, and some blood tests to ensure there are no internal bleeds. But first…”[/color] The notes mentioned a regular blood pressure but things could change very quickly at the wards. Luckily the patient - Isabel Markov according to the notes - hadn’t been stitched prior to admission, making things slightly easier. [color=5A7B7B]“Can you tell me if you are hurting anywhere else?”[/color]

[color=a187be]“Did you just really ask me that?”[/color] Isabel said with a raised eyebrow but she then quickly let out a sigh and fell back into the bed she was placed on. [color=a187be]“My leg hurts like hell-“[/color] She had refused any painkillers in the ambulance. [color=a187be]“-but otherwise I’m feeling perfectly fine. Despite what those guys seemed to insinuate I really didn’t take any drugs or alcohol. Even though I could really use a drink.”[/color] Not that she was going to get one. In between antibiotics and god knows what else she’d have to take she wouldn’t be allowed to touch booze for two months. That was far too long to process the fact that she had some sort of crazy, psycho, killer sister.

As she laid down she did turn her head towards her doctor. [color=a187be]“Hey… you’re not going to call my emergency contact for this right? Really it’s just a little scratch. It just looks bad I think. Lots of blood but that doesn’t mean anything. Right?”[/color] There was just a slight hint of desperation in her elsewise fairly neutral tone. She didn’t want her dad to know she got stabbed. It would create too many questions and there was far too much going on already for her to tangle him up now with this as well.

Sekhmet considered her options, pursing her lips in thought. [color=5A7B7B]“Can you tell me about the incident? Obviously this isn’t self-inflicted.”[/color] She probed instead, before sighing. Angry patients don’t like being questioned and Sekhmet wasn’t in the mood to be annoyed. [color=5A7B7B]“I can’t report anything you don’t want me to, but I will need to write up an incident report without your personal details if you don’t want the police or your contact involved.”[/color] Perhaps a little comforting, perhaps not. Ms Markov was a grown adult, and if her reports came back normal and nothing developed overnight then… Sekhmet had no choice but to follow her patient’s wishes. Her eyes caught nail wounds on Isabel’s hands that had been cleaned and disinfected by the paramedics on the way, confirming Sekhmet’s suspicions that Isabel had been under stress up until recently. [color=5A7B7B]“I won’t call your emergency contact, but I may need to should something happen overnight.”[/color]

Isabel let out a sigh of relief when she heard her emergency contact wouldn’t be called. The last thing she needed was for her dad to come rushing in. Isa had far too many questions for  him right now to meet him on such unequal ground. She lifted her hands up meekly. The adrenaline was already leaving her. Her body began to feel sore from the fighting. [color=a187be][sub]“I didn’t do this myself this time.”[/sub][/color] She quipped as she felt hazy for a second. The second she heard herself say it she snapped out of it. She pulled herself up to sit upright in the bed. It hurt but she would withstand it. [color=a187be]“Right, report.”[/color] She quickly changed subject as she tried to appear more awake. [color=a187be]“It’s a weird story. I just came into my room and there was some… stranger standing there. One thing led to another and we got into a fight.”[/color] She left out the fact that said stranger was some highly trained and blood curdling savage fighter. And that she was her sister in at least some capacity. The cops didn’t need to know that. [color=a187be]“I would’ve won if she didn’t stab me! Right then security came in. After that things are a bit.. fuzzy.”[/color] She quickly added. She would’ve won if that stranger hadn’t stabbed her. She was sure of that! She always won. She always had to win.

After she said her story she knew she couldn’t hold the upright position on the bed. Slowly she let her fall back again. She felt a bit sleepy. That was probably the blood loss. Nothing she couldn’t fight with some will power. [color=a187be]“Not really the five star hotel suite bed I was hoping to sleep in tonight, but I guess there are worse places to have to stay at night.”[/color] She said with a faint smile. Then she looked back at Doctor Ayad. [color=a187be]“I’ll be alright, right doctor?”[/color]

Isabel’s wavering speech and declining consciousness was alarming for Sekhmet, and the swelling around her thigh seemed to be getting worse despite the bandages. Something told her that she didn’t have much time to demand a scan from the radiology department before Isabel’s injuries would turn critical. Her hand hovered over the pressured bandage, her godly essence probing at the wound to seek for internal damage.

There, roughly half an inch of glass embedded deep into her thigh and dangerously close to the femoral artery. As Sekhmet pressed the emergency call button beside Isabel’s bed, she kept her hand against Isabel’s thigh to maintain pressure. [color=5A7B7B]“Ms Markov, we need to retrieve this glass shard still in your thigh. You’ll be fine, but because you’ll be under anesthetic I will have no choice but to call your emergency contact.”[/color] Sekhmet warned as doctors rushed into Isabel’s ward.

[color=5A7B7B]“There’s swelling of the thigh, I can feel an object still embedded. Suspected aneurysm. Send her to the OT, it needs retrieval and stitches.”[/color] Sekhmet barked orders as assistants flooded the room. She turned back to Isabel one more time, giving her arm an assuring squeeze. [color=5A7B7B]“You’re in safe hands, Ms Markov. Leave it to us.”[/color]

[color=a187be]“Wait what?”[/color] Isabel jolted up when she heard she had to be put under, but was immediately pushed down again by a nurse. [color=a187be]“Don’t call him! Really you shouldn’t-“[/color] Her eyes darted around. It was happening fast, but Isabel was used to these kinds of situations. When something escalates this fast all you can really do is go with the flow. She swallowed her last words of protest. Instead grabbed her doctor’s arm and looked her straight in the eyes. [color=a187be]“Do me a favor alright. When he comes in, tell him I know about my sister.”[/color]

Sekhmet remained in the ward as Isabel’s bed was wheeled out. There wasn’t any time for her to worry for the little mortal when there was so much left to do. Sekhmet wasn’t even sure if she wanted to get involved with petty family drama when her own was enough. She followed the team shortly afterwards, maintaining distance as Isabel was prepared for surgery and only left the viewing room when the anesthesiologist walked in.

Duty calls.

At the nurse’s station, she pulled up Isabel’s admission records, allowing the Goddess to quickly pull up the number of her next of kin - Alexander Markov. As expected, Isabel didn’t want her father to get involved and considering the favor she’d asked of her? Reality television levels of drama could be expected. She dialed the number on the screen and when she heard the call get picked up, Sekhmet got started.

[color=5A7B7B]“Good evening, I am Dr. Nadia Ayad from UW medical center. Is this Alexander Markov?”[/color]

There was a very long pause coming from the other end.

[color=ed1c24]“Sekhmet?”[/color]

[color=5A7B7B]“Yes, good, so-”[/color] It took a moment for Sekhmet to register exactly what she heard from the other side, having been relying on auto-pilot to guide her through the phone call. The voice was unmistaken on the other end, and her face immediately soured. [color=5A7B7B]“Ares.”[/color]

It took another moment for Sekhmet to realize exactly why she was on the line in the first place. [color=5A7B7B]“You’re Alexander Markov?”[/color]

[color=ed1c24]”I am. Why are you calling me?”[/color] There was just a slight hint of worry in his voice.

Perhaps it was the result of the day Sekhmet had, or perhaps she was always waiting to get one over Ares. Regardless, with everything fitting into place as it was, she was [i]thrilled[/i]. [color=5A7B7B]“It appears Isabel Markov is listed here as your daughter, interesting. Is that what you’ve been up to these last-”[/color] She paused to read Isabel’s date of birth, [color=5A7B7B]“Twenty seven years?”[/color]

[color=ed1c24]“Sekhmet.”[/color] There was clear exasperation in his voice. [color=ed1c24]“What happened to her?”[/color]

[color=5A7B7B]“Like father, like daughter, Ares. Getting into trouble where she shouldn’t. Mortals are terribly weak, so easy to break. A single stab wound is enough to send them to the gates of death’s realm.”[/color] Sekhmet couldn’t hide the malicious grin any longer, having to turn her body to face the wall so her co-workers couldn’t question her.

Again there was a long pause from the other end.

[color=ed1c24]“It’s good to hear that deep down I am still right about you. I’ll be there promptly.”[/color] After that Sekhmet was met with beeping noise only. Ares had hung up.
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