Snippet 1 (Part 10)
The sheets were warm, room quiet, their wounds bandaged. A quick once-over told Henchman that they were alone in the room at the moment, but pressure marks in a nearby armchair, notably with the same color and texture upholstry as Villainās desk chairs, told them that the emptiness of the room was a rather recent development. The distant sounds of Right Hand and Villain in a heated argument outside the door, though, was not. Their voices were quiet, yet each traded unintelligable words in harsh tones that were recongizable through the thick walls of inner Headquarters.Ā
Henchman was curious, senses dulled slightly by the amount of pain killers, and even if the pain in their head had yet to subside, laying in place while a quiet battle waged outside the door would not give them the necessary peace to heal. Neither would the constant wondering of why. Henchman was familiar with Villain and the runnings of their business-like operations. The enormous risk would not have been warranted, even considering the information that Henchman held. While not insignificant, they were not a member of Villainās inner circle the way that Right Hand was.Ā
Their mouth tasted bitter at that thought. Likely just the medicine, they supposed. Either way, Villain and Right Hand were not stopping any time soon, so Henchman tentitively laid one foot on the soft gray rug. Step after step, Henchman neared the door but came no closer to understanding the angry words the two traded. Their fingers hardly ghosted along the brass handle before the door swung away and opened into the hallway. Villainās brow was furrowed, lips thinned and eyes narrowed how they always were when they were mad, yet the expression eased into something calmer upon searching Henchmanās face.Ā
āIām sorry,ā Henchmen said, though from the looks of the two, their speech was slurred to at least some extent. Henchman found that hypcritical, because even as Villainās mouth moved, expression morphing into one of concern, their words were no more intelligable than they were from when Henchman laid in the bed across the room. Even so, Villain appeared unmoved by the swaying of the ground that threatened to knock Henchman off their feet, instead reaching out their arms to steady them. The ground swayed for a moment longer, then the power went out, and everything went black.Ā
When Henchman awoke, it was to the inside of the same room, if not with a few changes. The lights were too bright, machines too loud, their body in too much pain despite the copious amount of painkillers that Medic supposedly had access too. Henchman would have to ask them what they did to upset them enough to skip out on the pain management. They raised their hand to their face, feeling tenderly at the bandages that wrapped around their head. The arm itself was also bandaged heavily, more white gauze than visible skin, and Henchman grimaced. The bandages must have been changed recently; nothing seemed to stain the outside yet. Henchman cast another look down their own body.Ā
They were dressed in a classic hospital gown of thin, checkered fabric that did little to stave off the cold of the room. The sheets of the bed were clean, but tables flanked the frame, lined with different wires and cords. They were attached to a monitor on one side, and an IV on the other. They squinted their eyes against the light, looking around for a way to dim the lights. Theyād never been in Villainās private rooms before; very few, if any other people had. To their understanding, Right Hand would occasionally meet Villain in their outer chambers for emergent reports, but even those were quickly taken to their nearby office.
Henchman shifted in the enormous bed again, using their arms in whatever way they could to lift themselves into a sitting position. The pressure along their wrist resulted in another blinding flash of pain. The sound that came out of Henchmanās mouth, which they will not be discussing, thank you, was loud enough to draw medic out of wherever they were hiding, sticking their head into the room.Ā
āYouāre awake,ā they said, then walked over and helped them lean up. Henchman had just enough mental capacity to recognize new scratches all across Medicās face, continuing down their neck and arms, visible between their gloves and rolled-up sleeves.Ā
āUnfortunately,ā Henchman quipped. Medicās brow furrowed despite Henchmanās attempt at humor, which fell flat when done with their hoarse voice and ravaged throat.Ā
Medic hushed them. āTry not to move. Youāve got a concussion and broken bones everywhere.ā
āWhich is why Iāmā¦ here?ā Medicās hands stilled. They hesitated, refusing to look away from the equipment set up on the table beside Henchman. āI thought it was just the chandelier that got broken,ā they offered uselessly.Ā
Another moment of silence. A shake of Medicās head. They swallowed hard. āHero League did some damage to Headquarters. Itās nothing you need to worry about, it just means that my base of operations has shifted for the time being.ā
āWere others hurt, then?ā
āYouāre the patient Iām focused on right now,ā Medic replied, busying themselves once again. They went to wrap something around Henchmanās arm, who stopped them with their opposite hand, still thrumming with pain.
āMedic. What happened?ā Henchman hesitated. āHow long has it been?ā
Another moment of hesitation. āI canāt explain this all to you right now. It will be explained in time, after youāve had a chance to recover. Youāve been through a lot, now let us worry about the rest.ā
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