Rickimus limps into the hospital emergency area, he waves several concerned Ricks and Mortys away from him, claiming to be fine. Of course, he merely did so to keep up his leaderly image. There was blood staining his white council uniform on his side, and he was obviously not going to last long that way. The biggest question on everyone's mind was simple, how in the universe did Maximums Rickimus get so badly injured in the first place?
Working in the ER is pretty much something required of her two or three times a week, usually on weekends, but not always. Usually though, the ER is less of a, you know, ER, and more of a “Morty waiting room”, because they have to get through all the paperwork first. If there is ever an emergency, it’s brought in by the emergency team, or a portal, so you have about that split second hearing the portal to realize, “Okay, big deal coming in” before they show up.She can honestly say though, in all of her years working here, that an ER case has never just...well, walked in. And not one so important, either.She cocks her head at Rickimus, finding him to look a bit different than she always pictured. He’s bleeding quite a bit, so she goes to take his arm.“Sir, what’s the nature of your injury?”
