The Universe's Mixer

Hank walked into the hospital, still unsettled by the bustling place. It wasn't just the shock of being thrust into a new and alien City, either, he could admit that. He'd never been good in crowds, never quite got the hang of practicing medicine with or around others. He'd been too young to intern at a general public medical facility during school, technically he was still young to be here now, but there weren't any CIA bases in the City that he knew of so it was this or living off whatever type of welfare the City provided. If it provided anything at all.

That wasn't an option. Hank didn't want to live off any system, let alone an alien one, and he never did well when he was idle. Besides, the hospital hadn't been so concerned with matters like his social awkwardness or his age. He was a doctor, and he was being allowed to act as a doctor for people who needed him. That was good enough for now.

He spent the morning familiarizing himself with the facility first. The technology was a bit advanced from what he was used to, though he learned quickly and didn't have many issues understanding what was going on. The staff seemed fully capable of answering his questions, anyway, and he even managed to avoid the urge to start trying to improve the equipment as he sorted through it. One thing public school as a child prodigy had taught him; peers didn't like the baby-faced new kid showing off on the first day. But now it was the afternoon and he needed to start seeing patients.

He took a deep breath, then made his way to the nurse's station to find out where he'd be sent first, nervously adjusting his nametag as he did so.