Re: Log: Sharon C/Gwen S
[The headache had started precisely 57.2 minutes earlier, and Gwen pulled the protective gear off her head as soon as she heard the patient's repetitive recitation of her SHIELD credentials.
Gwen was small, harmless, blonde and hiding the vacutainer and vials out of sight, tucked in the pocket of her protective whites.
Gwen hadn't ever met this Ms. Carter, but she'd known her aunt, and she'd thought the woman was magnificent. She'd wanted to be Peggy Carter once, in high school, when SHIELD seemed like a feasible alternative to a future with Oscorp. They needed scientists, and it was only Doctor Banner's complete distrust of the organization that had eradicated SHIELD as a viable career path. Standing there, she wondered how things would've gone if she'd taken the alternative route. But it was only a few seconds of lost time, because she knew the progression of symptoms once the headache began was quick, and she wanted to get as much accomplished as possible before sedating herself.]
Mr. Rogers is fine and uninfected. I just spoke with him, ma'am.
[She'd recently spoken to him; it wasn't a lie. She looked at the woman in the corner with a clinical eye, examining clothes and accessories, anything she could use to create restraints so she could draw blood. The problem with Gwen's version of reality altering, she'd found, was that she needed something to alter.]