Feb 09, 2006 10:49
...bleep...bleep...bleep...
The heart rate monitor was barely audible from more than a few feet away, but up close, it was actually kind of annoying.
Shock. Definite case of shock. Getting a kidney nearly sliced in two will do that to a gal.
When she'd been brought in to the St. Roch Memorial Hospital, not a whole lot of personal information was forthcoming. Mostly because she'd been unconscious and bleeding. Surprise surprise. Although some nurses whispered that they'd seen a man dressed like a pigeon dropping her in the triage room. So the case folder hanging outside the door just said 'Jane Doe' and was left at that, for now.
The doctors were more concerned with getting her back in one piece rather than finding out who she was. Priorities, after all.
...bleep...bleep...bleep...
It wasn't exactly a coma, but Jane Doe wasn't responding to typical stimulus. She just... slept. And slept and slept and slept.
The scars on the inside of her wrists had caused one or two eyebrows to be raised. But they were clearly years old, and so were not considered to be part of the active case.
If she were to wake up, maybe she could shed some light on who she was.
...bleep...bleep...bleep...
..bleep..bleep..bleep..
Hmm.
.bleep.bleep.bleep.
bleepbleepbleep
"...ow."
hawkgirl,
hawkman carter hall