Post by aquarius on Apr 16, 2023 6:34:06 GMT -7
Faiza was normally kept busy with the Avengers, but today she had some time off. Not for the usual reasons, but because today they were giving everyone on their active roster a refresher course in emergency first aid. Given that Faiza was a qualified doctor with powers of healing to boot, it was agreed she didn't need to go through the course. Since they already had someone to teach it, she was free to do as she wished.
Whenever she had any such free time, it was always spent the same way. In her head at least, she was 'on duty', so time was to be used as Excalibur, not as Faiza. Whilst there was no way of predicting when and where villains might strike, Excalibur could save people in other ways. And so, she headed to the nearest hospital.
The first time she had turned up they had been alarmed at the sight of a sword wielding person walking in, but that had been sorted out quickly enough. By now their reception staff were just as used to the sight of her as their ICU staff were. Excalibur gave them a friendly wave as she walked past, heading straight into the trauma ward where the most severely injured arrivals were. A moment's interaction with the nurse in charge of the ward's administration and Faiza was able to get on with her work.
She'd come to an agreement with the hospital after her first visit. She would save lives, and they wouldn't charge for it. They would have the boost to their reputation and performance figures, and the patients would get to live, as well as in perfect condition, not the crippled for life that was the usual outcome of even the best medical treatment of such injuries.
The first bed she came to was a simple gunshot wound to the chest. This was by now a normal sight for her, an ordinary injury to undo. The man was sedated, and didn't even wake up. Faiza moved on to the next bed. A messy traffic accident victim, moaning in pain despite the painkillers their chart indicated they were already under the effects of. She leaned forwards to speak quietly in her ear. "Don't worry. I can fix this; the pain will stop."
A second later and the faint cries of pain did indeed stop as her blue aura calmed the agony far better than even the strongest medication could. Another moment or two passed, and the woman's body had been harmlessly opened up and returned to perfect condition, no trace of the horrible disfigurements left. As the various body parts reunited with each other, all in their right position, the blue aura faded and the patient could move once more, gasping at the sudden change in her condition.
"I'm... I'm not hurt? Oh my god, thank you! You even put my finger back?! I lost that when I was a kid! How?!"
Faiza had had this conversation dozens of times, and whilst it was familiar it remained without doubt the best part of her work. The exact opposite of those difficult conversations doctors usually had to have with the dying and with the families. "I have the power to heal, I'm an Avenger, and I'm a doctor. I'm known as Excalibur, and I'll be back to speak with you in a few minutes, once I've visited every other bed in this ward. I will be back though, you have my word."
Sure enough, Faiza went round each bed in the ward, saving lives, reattaching lost limbs, restoring proper quality of life to those who would otherwise live with their wounds forevermore. But once everyone had been healed she returned to that woman who she had promised, and spent the next half hour just chatting with her, before her comm card beeped an alert to her, signalling that the Avenger was needed, and the doctor's work was done for now.
Whenever she had any such free time, it was always spent the same way. In her head at least, she was 'on duty', so time was to be used as Excalibur, not as Faiza. Whilst there was no way of predicting when and where villains might strike, Excalibur could save people in other ways. And so, she headed to the nearest hospital.
The first time she had turned up they had been alarmed at the sight of a sword wielding person walking in, but that had been sorted out quickly enough. By now their reception staff were just as used to the sight of her as their ICU staff were. Excalibur gave them a friendly wave as she walked past, heading straight into the trauma ward where the most severely injured arrivals were. A moment's interaction with the nurse in charge of the ward's administration and Faiza was able to get on with her work.
She'd come to an agreement with the hospital after her first visit. She would save lives, and they wouldn't charge for it. They would have the boost to their reputation and performance figures, and the patients would get to live, as well as in perfect condition, not the crippled for life that was the usual outcome of even the best medical treatment of such injuries.
The first bed she came to was a simple gunshot wound to the chest. This was by now a normal sight for her, an ordinary injury to undo. The man was sedated, and didn't even wake up. Faiza moved on to the next bed. A messy traffic accident victim, moaning in pain despite the painkillers their chart indicated they were already under the effects of. She leaned forwards to speak quietly in her ear. "Don't worry. I can fix this; the pain will stop."
A second later and the faint cries of pain did indeed stop as her blue aura calmed the agony far better than even the strongest medication could. Another moment or two passed, and the woman's body had been harmlessly opened up and returned to perfect condition, no trace of the horrible disfigurements left. As the various body parts reunited with each other, all in their right position, the blue aura faded and the patient could move once more, gasping at the sudden change in her condition.
"I'm... I'm not hurt? Oh my god, thank you! You even put my finger back?! I lost that when I was a kid! How?!"
Faiza had had this conversation dozens of times, and whilst it was familiar it remained without doubt the best part of her work. The exact opposite of those difficult conversations doctors usually had to have with the dying and with the families. "I have the power to heal, I'm an Avenger, and I'm a doctor. I'm known as Excalibur, and I'll be back to speak with you in a few minutes, once I've visited every other bed in this ward. I will be back though, you have my word."
Sure enough, Faiza went round each bed in the ward, saving lives, reattaching lost limbs, restoring proper quality of life to those who would otherwise live with their wounds forevermore. But once everyone had been healed she returned to that woman who she had promised, and spent the next half hour just chatting with her, before her comm card beeped an alert to her, signalling that the Avenger was needed, and the doctor's work was done for now.