Honestly, Valentine had been surprised she’d been hired at Hive City’s hospital in the first place. Then again, no one here knew her record, and no one here knew of her work for Lab Zero, or of her work with the Last Hope. Not that it was necessarily bad word, but considering they dealt with human experimentation, it didn’t look so hot on resumes.
Either way, it didn’t matter. Valentine had a job doing what she was trained for, and she did it well. Hell, she could’ve been a doctor in the place, with her surgical skills, but she chose to remain a nurse. Less work, less commitment. Just the way she liked it.
Though sometimes she was struck with the urges to experiment and cut open, she acted just like any other nurse in the hospital - kind and knowledgeable, but with a bit of a sharp tongue. No one thought ill of her here, and it made her life much easier.
When she received her chart for the day, and noticed a familiar name - Enrico Pucci - she smirked behind her mask. She knew this name, this was the Father that Double worked with. The one that according to the monster, knew of what Double truly was and still maintained an alliance with her. That only meant that he himself was not as pure of heart as he seemed.
Did he need help? Was he sick? This was suspicious - he was probably just here to spy on her, but Valentine would play along. She stepped into the lobby, noticing him but not saying anything, as she bent down and finished bandaging a small child’s arm. She smiled and reached into her pocket, pulling out a lollipop for the kid, patting him on his head as he returned to his mother. It seemed so set up, but really, this was one of the parts of the job Valentine didn’t mind. She could be soft at times.
Finally, she responded to Pucci, raising an eyebrow as she did.
“Well well well, I know you. Or rather, I know of you. Double’s friend, Father Pucci.”
“If no one’s tended to you, I’d be glad to do so. Follow me into the examination room, if you will.”
She turned on her heel and beckoned for him to follow, opening the door for him and closing it shut once they were both inside. She turned and washed her hands before slipping on a pair of fresh gloves. A closed room was better for the conversation they were likely to have, but for now, she’d keep up the act.
“Now then, Father. Tell me where it hurts.”
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