pamela. (poisoner) wrote in cityofgotham, @ 2008-07-18 20:31:00 |
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Pamela woke up in the hospital. Her vision was still very blurry., but her head felt like her head used to--clear--she could think again and she didn't feel like she was going to pass out. Her stomach, or the first time in weeks, was calm. But... something wasn't right. She couldn't put her finger on it.
"Up? Good!" a cheery, blonde nurse popped into the room and started messing around with machines and tubes. Pamela blinked a few times and could begin to recognise facial features. A wide smile. Pamela had the strange and unfamiliar urge to punch the nurse in her face. It must have been a side effect of one of the medications that she was on. The nurse started checking the levels of Pamela's IVs.
"What happened to me?" Pamela shut her eyes against the blurry world around her and the annoying smiley nurse.
"We don't know, actually," the nurse replied in her sickeningly (and completely inappropriately) cheerful voice as she moved to the other side of Pamela's bed. "You're in... more than perfect health. There's no evident cause of your fainting."
"Could it be my pregnancy?" Pamela asked, opening one eye to make sure the nurse wasn't doing something she shouldn't be doing. It turned out that she was just staring creepily down at her. Unsettling.
"Sweetie, you aren't pregnant," she said with a laugh that sounded like birds in flight. Or something. Pamela kind of wanted to wring her neck. Her rush of violent thoughts was a little unsettling, Pamela had never been very violent, but it wasn't nearly as unsettling as her disgustingly cheerful nurse.
Pamela shrugged off the news and shut her eye again. She credited her unusually calm reaction to some more drugs that, when she really thought about, she probably wasn't on. Brush that thought away. A false positive. Most likely due to a rush of hormones, maybe the same thing that caused her to become unconscious during a shopping trip. She would think that the doctors would recognise it. Maybe it had passed already. Maybe Gotham's doctors were just as useless as Gotham's heroes. Odds pointed toward the latter.
The nurse was gone when Pamela opened her eyes again, and it took her a moment to realise that no, she hadn't fallen asleep. If she had, that would have been strange since she was apparently "in perfect health" and she was only on a saline drip. The nurse was just that quick and that quiet. Good riddens, she thought. 'The bitch was getting on my nerves.'
Whoa.
She sat up straight and looked around. More that perfect health. More than perfect health. No one was in perfect health, let alone 'more than'. And Pamela, while she made very sure that she ate organic and exercised, knew she had had a few health problems--asthma, for one. A slightly weak immune system, too. She was far from perfect health, even farther from more than perfect health. Something was not right. The nurses weird disposition, the lack of clocks, the private room. Had she been abducted? Was she in some strange dream? No. This was real. And this was Gotham General. She'd been there before, and had taken note of the lack of clocks and their excessive amounts of private rooms.
She took a deep, quick breath in. The way she had done when she was younger, when she wanted attention from someone and they just wouldn't give it to her. It made her light-headed, made her wheeze, made her swoon.
Nothing.
With that in mind, she inspected herself further, even going so far as to peek beneath her hospital gown for strange surgical scars. Nothing, nothing, nothing. She had given up and accredited it all to the freakiest accident in the history of the world, when she noticed the strangest thing about her veins.
They were green.
It was subtle, very subtle. From a distance, they still looked their normal blue colour, but when she brought her wrist to her face, they were definitely green. She ripped her IV out of her arm (fuck, that hurt) and did something absolutely disgusting with it--she cut herself. Just enough to make herself bleed. Green.
Tearing out the IV must have set something off, because Missus Fucking Sunshine came rushing in, shouting in a shrill and absolutely annoying voice about this and that and Oh Dear What Have You Done. And then everything came crashing at Pamela at once.
She could see clearly suddenly, even better than before all of the trouble she had been having. Everything was sharper. It was incredible. With the literal clearing of her vision, came a more metaphoric one, and Pamela suddenly put several pieces of what she never thought was the same puzzle together.
Jason hadn't visited her.
Her blood was green.
Her health was perfect.
And she was feeling incredibly violent.
Jason hadn't visited her.
With a wave of fury, Pamela tore herself out of her hospital bed and she threw the nurse across the room, where the woman's thin body collided with the wall and she fell in a heap to the floor. She found herself grinning, which was really quite strange, and then she left the hospital. No one tried to stop her, because Pamela exited through the window, making sure to take her medical charts with her on her way out.