Hnnnngggg welp guess the bug boss is dieing already without her dialysis machine... should've just gotten that healing from Amy.
In Nuclear Fire
- Thread starter Poliamida
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Garreon
Paldean Top Champion
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- Mesagoza, Paldea
Lisa does none of those things
well, no, but both Dr Moriati and his pall Mr Holms does.
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Panacea’s Interlude
Poliamida
(Verified Heavy Molecule)
- Location
- Beyond the Stars
Panacea's Interlude
Waking up,
Going to school,
Going to a hospital,
Healing some perfect stranger,
Getting told once again that she was God's gift to the world,
Rinse and repeat.
That was how Amy Dallon's days passed one after the other without change or deviations. Now and again something unexpected would happen, like a big accident or a parahuman battle, but it all was accounted for.
She could compensate for that.
In that routine she found safety. A perfect circle of predictability that gave a semblance of order and control to her life.
Day in and day out, all that she needed to do was to heal, heal, and keep healing.
Nothing else.
Never anything else because, may the heavens spare her if anyone found out she could do more than healing.
It wasn't much, but it was her life.
In the hospital, she didn't have to bother with a Carol who barely acknowledged her existence, a Mark who rarely got out of bed, and a Victoria who liked dragging her into her schemes.
It had its downside, yes.
She couldn't remember when was the last time she was allowed to step outside her house without some rando wanting to thank her for something she didn't remember or cared about doing.
There were also the bad days when the family of someone she couldn't heal burst into the private section of the hospital or managed to corner her in a corridor. Some of them begged, some of them tried to bribe her, some even got violent, but her answer was always the same: she couldn't do what she was incapable of doing. Be that brains or anything else that could put her peace at risk.
Thankfully security or her sister was always there to deal with situations like that, and Panacea could go back to what she could do: heal.
And then the bomb hit.
Brockton Bay was a small city. Accidents happened every day and the medical sector was never short of people to treat. But, in the blink of an eye, by the hand of a lunatic tinker, the city was plunged into a sanitary crisis.
There weren't enough respirators.
There weren't enough beds.
There weren't enough medics for everyone.
What they did have in droves were patients.
Injuries that should have been minor become life-threatening without the infrastructure to treat them.
People that had been stabilized and would recover on their own suddenly needed Panacea if they wanted to wake up the following day.
And she wouldn't be visiting even a fraction of them all.
Her first destination had been Saint Louis General, where Vicky had dropped her before leaving without giving her any explanation.
There Panacea did what she could before being ordered into an ambulance and driven to The Lord's Market. It was there that all the hospitals of the city had been ordered to take their critical patients.
What followed were hours of walking amongst the vomit and other spilled fluids of broken people, trying to make them whole again.
There weren't walls to spare Panacea the sobs, the wails, and the prayers of desperate people begging not to die. And there wasn't a security check or a Victoria to keep anguished families away from her.
And they all just kept coming!
A multiple-vehicle collision in Main had left more than thirty people in need of medical attention, and that was just the biggest crash they had heard about so far. With the city deaf and blind, who knew what else was out there?
The emergency systems had been left as mangled as the poor bastards that the ambulances were bringing in.
Panacea knew that things had taken a turn for the worse when she went to heal an old man and a nurse stopped her by closing his hand around her wrist.
"Not him," He said.
"Why not? He's in line!"
"We're under triage. The young first."
Panacea felt a chill running down her back.
Triage.
That was the boogie man of the medical sector. Something that she had heard about but had never experienced herself. The medics had declared they could no longer treat everyone equally, and now they'd have to pick who to save and who to leave behind to their fate.
She had been trained on what to do because one almost always followed after an Endbringer battle, but she had hoped her training would never be needed.
And now it all felt too real.
"And the rest?"
The nurse didn't answer and just led her to another section of the improvised hospital where different kinds of patients were brought in.
They were the young and strong. They were the ones that were worth saving.
By the corner of her eye, she saw a medic putting a blanket over the face of the man she almost healed, and a woman getting hysterical after being told her elderly father would be left to die.
It didn't matter.
That's what she told herself, that's what she forced herself to believe, and just kept going.
"Do I have permission to heal you?"
"Panacea!" Someone yelled at her, "We don't have time for that! Just do it!"
Break her code?
No.
Her code was part of her identity. She needed to keep it because if she slipped and started falling there wasn't a hole so deep she wouldn't reach.
Carol had hammered the instructions into her head what contraindications were and had only approved of Amy after she swore never to use her powers in a person without their consent first.
And so she just ignored that person and only healed after getting approval. Be it by the patients themselves or their next of kin.
The small mercy was that, some hours in, generators and working machinery were brought in and the triage was flexibilized.
It was around that time too that someone else arrived.
Ladybug.
Half of the new team at the bay that Victoria had been talking about.
Lucky bitch. She arrived after the worst was already over and so she could enjoy the people's gratitude without having to walk among their corpses.
Oh, whatever. In a couple of weeks the novelty of the new capes would wear off, and in the meantime the bug girl would shoulder some of the grieving families' complaints.
And so Panacea healed, and healed, and healed again.
She ignored the crying children, the broken parents, wives, and husbands, and just did what she was good at.
A boy broke down in tears after being told his girlfriend had been declared dead at the scene.
A medic jumped on top of a man and started pumping his chest, trying to keep him alive. Panacea would have liked to help but the dying patient wasn't in the priority zone she had been assigned, and so she ignored him.
The clock ticked.
Some people lived.
Some others died.
That was life.
"Panacea? Hey, Panacea."
She realized someone had been shaking her shoulder, "What?"
"Your shift is over. Time for you to go home."
She nodded absentmindedly and made her way to the street outside where she'd wait to be picked.
Once there, she let herself fall to the floor, her knees against her chest.
A pity she hadn't been in one of the cars that had crashed. Maybe she'd have been spared of all this if she had.
"Hey, Amy? I'm here." Victoria's voice brought Amy out of her stupor.
With a smile on her face, Amy picked herself from the floor, and then flinched when she looked at her sister, "What happened to you?!"
"Lung did."
Her hair was missing, having been reduced to less than a pixie cut.
"I could have regrown your hair! Easily!"
Victoria dismissed Amy's concerns with a smile and a wave of her hand, "I have been thinking about a change of look for a while now! This was the perfect excuse to get a haircut. I also didn't want to add to your burden. You have enough as it is."
Oh, Vicky. She was the only one who cared. That was why Amy loved her.
The next day went mostly like the first, except for one major difference: Tech-Priest, the new darling of the bay, was there.
There was something weird about him. He was aloof and rarely talked back to the people around him. He also had these weird twitches where his entire body jerked as if he had gotten violently angry at something that wasn't there.
Even by the standards of parahumans, Panacea suspected there was something very wrong with him.
"I'm sorry, I can't heal you," He told a family before turning back and leaving, walking past Panacea without even a hint that he had acknowledged her presence.
The family consisted of an older man and his son, both redheads, and reading the tag that hung around the man's neck Panacea realized he suffered from Leukemia.
So, the little darling wasn't as marvelous as some people said he was.
"Do I have permission to heal you?"
A couple of minutes later Panacea was done, and the crying boy rushed to her side locking her in a hug.
"Thank you. Thank you, Amy."
Amy?
No one called Panacea 'Amy'.
Wait, she knew this redhead! Wasn't he one of Dean's friends? She must have seen him during one of the get-togethers Vicky dragged her to.
That was it! He was Clockblocker!
Crap, Vicky would be trying to arrange a date between the two, wouldn't she?
"It was my pleasure to help you," She lied, untangling herself from the teen's snot-coated embrace.
Well, she had lost count of how many times her uniforms had been incinerated in the past after being covered in bodily fluids. Next to blood, piss, and bile, snot wasn't that bad.
Panacea returned to her work. To the rows upon rows of needy people. But the more she healed, the more her frustration grew, and the more her body went numb.
Helping other people should feel good. That's what she'd been told. That was why she was supposed to do it.
But all she felt was emptiness.
She had been feeling like that for a long time now.
Weeks.
She was just now realizing that.
At that revelation, something inside her cracked and gave in.
The calls for help, the rushing of medics going from one place to the other, the beepings of machines. It all stopped mattering. It all became background noise devoid of meaning or importance.
Step by step, her feet led her away from all of it.
No one stopped her.
Maybe they thought she had something important to do somewhere else.
Eventually, she reached a small chapel that someone had built for their ease of conscience.
"Be honest with me, was it worth it?" She asked, looking up at the Christ hanging from the cross, "What a stupid question, of course it wasn't."
Moving behind the altar, she made herself comfortable and closed her eyes. It had been a while since she felt so eager for a nap.
"Amy! Amy!" Of course, the world wouldn't allow it.
"Glory Girl," Amy replied, using Viky's hero name as she was in costume, "How did you know I was here?"
"Give me some credit, will you? I know my sister better than most."
Amy raised an eyebrow.
"And I asked Tech-Priest for help," The blonde admitted.
It was better that way. If Victoria ever got to truly know her and found out how Amy was truly inside, all that the blonde would feel would be nothing but disgust.
Not giving her time to ask why she had come, Victoria picked her up in a bridal carry and flew away. Under the pretext of fear of heights, Amy cuddled against her chest, "So, where are you taking me? What's the emergency?"
"It's Piggot!"
That was all that Victoria needed to say. The woman's dialysis machine must have been lost during the blast.
Panacea rolled her eyes knowing that this would be yet another long day.
One had to love politics. It was thanks to them that Panacea was there, looking exclusively after a woman who objectively didn't deserve it just because she happened to sit her ass in a fancier chair than most.
That chair was also why Piggot wasn't at the Field Hospital but in a private room guarded by the PRT.
That was a nice change of pace.
Let someone else be bothered by the dozens that were out there. Like Tech-Priest. If anyone asked about their precious Panacea, they would get told that she was doing something extremely important somewhere else.
Important like playing with her phone with her free hand while she kept the other around Piggot's wrist, acting as the woman's personal heart monitor.
It was a good thing that Panacea had been inside Arcadia when the entire mess happened. Without a cellphone, this would have been extremely boring.
About an hour of careful hormonal rebalancing later, Piggot opened her eyes.
"Why are you healing me?" If the woman was angry or not with the treatment, Amy couldn't tell.
"Because I was the only one who would and you were too unconscious to object. But don't worry, I didn't regrow your kidneys. Heaven forbid someone gets something fixed here," Getting back to her feet, Panacea walked out of the room, "She's awake!"
Armsmaster and Renick had been waiting for that announcement just on the other side of the door and made their way in to check with their director.
Panacea should have left after that. The PRT wouldn't like an outsider listening in to their internal drama, but she was curious.
Under the pretext of waiting in case they needed something else from her, she waited outside the room where she could hear what they were talking about.
"Director, many of the men are worried about your health and your ability to lead us," Said Renick, "Me included."
"I agree with the Deputy Director," Armsmaster followed suit, "Your performance has been exemplary, but under the circumstances--"
"Spare me," Piggot interrupted, "What you're worried about is me dropping dead in the middle of a meeting again."
"Under the circumstances, we're unable to guarantee your continued health. If you insist on not getting parahuman healthcare, we request you to consider a medical leave."
Piggot went quiet for a moment and Amy pushed her ear against the door trying to hear what the woman's decision would be.
Would she do that? Would she truly accept getting Panacea to fully heal her?
"Very well, then. Bring me my computer, I'll inform Costa Brown that I'm stepping down and that a new Director will be needed."
Stupid, prideful woman.
But it wasn't Panacea's job to stop people from being stupid, only of putting them back together after that stupidity cost them a limb or two.
She did wonder how this drama would eventually unfold, but for now it was time to get back to healing.
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Dammit piggot. You are the best thing the bay has to a fair player even with all your issues. Stop being a prideful idiot and get healed. Taylor is going to beat herself up for not doing more. Amy Amy Amy you need a break and therapist in that order because you have issues.
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Poor Amy. At least Tech Priest and Ladybug are trying... only a matter of time until a specialization ticks over to get something REALLY amazing for healing but... yeah.
I hope she survives this. She might not come out the other side of this one even as sane as she was in canon. Which wasn't very far indeed.
Well, I don't think Tech Priest is going to SI Fix things here. But as long as she doesn't become an S-Class threat... then time will tell. Maybe Taylor can reach her. The situation is going to be very different this time at least.
Stupid. Fucking. Piggot.
I hope she survives this. She might not come out the other side of this one even as sane as she was in canon. Which wasn't very far indeed.
Well, I don't think Tech Priest is going to SI Fix things here. But as long as she doesn't become an S-Class threat... then time will tell. Maybe Taylor can reach her. The situation is going to be very different this time at least.
Stupid. Fucking. Piggot.
- Location
- Caribbean
Smh....I want to say Piggot's response here surprises me but in most extreme depictions of her it's semi expected that she'd rather die than take healing. Whats also expected is the most vitriolic report about Belisarius and his team to put them in the worst possible light with the PRT. Here's hoping that Tagg is not her replacement for once so that the MC and Taylor have a fighting chance to distance themselves from this clusterfuck
yeah. great Panacea interlude. and i do wounder if Piggot realizes how badly she alienates healers and capes by doing this. It's one thing not to press your powers of office to get healing. it's another to have healing literally in your hand, and rather unplug than work with your alies due to them having power, when you are incharge of interactions with powered people.
Bro when our mc going to get PA Tech tree? Fabs bots would be very helpful for anything.
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
- Location
- Russia
Ah, moments like that remind me how fucking stupid and self-sabotaging the entire "Let's arrange a feudal fiefdom in the primary country of our operation" is.
This is like reverse imperialism, but even more stupid, somehow.
tkioz
The Rabid Bunyip
- Location
- Australia
Fucking hell... It is so disgusting that none of the trained medical professionals that have to do a psych rotation and are taught about the risks of burn out in medical school haven't stepped in. That girl needs help.
And Jesus Christ Emily, nut up woman, accept the healing and get back to busting heads like a good soldier.
At least Amy has an excuse for her wilful blindness, she's a seventeen year old without any of the training they have, nor a decent support structure.
And Jesus Christ Emily, nut up woman, accept the healing and get back to busting heads like a good soldier.
At least Amy has an excuse for her wilful blindness, she's a seventeen year old without any of the training they have, nor a decent support structure.
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- Location
- Israel
JFC I really hope Tagg is not the one coming, thats gonna be Tech Priest and Ladybug labelled as villains in like an hour. There should be other alternatives around, Tagg only got brought in canon cause the Undersiders Warlord scenario was so damn out of control they figured they needed an outright military response, in the current environment that kind of aggressiveness is too likely to cause more harm, specially with Lung already captured.
- Location
- Belfast
Well, there's always the ever reliable T.Calvert... I mean, sure he's a consultant, but he seems to know what's going on in Brockton Bay at all times so he's clearly a great pick!
There's always the Deputy Director.
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(Verified acid sweater mutant)
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- The Periphery
Amy is very fucked up here.
This is the speech he gave when he took command.
Even better than Alexander Opis' speech
This is the speech he gave when he took command.
Even better than Alexander Opis' speech
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- Location
- England
Minor whoopsie here, you've dropped a C.
Edison_Trent
Freelancer
Depends on if she was only there for the cape parts of the fight or not. Not too many people need to be triaged when only a couple hundred capes are fighting and the ones that are injured usually go *splat*.
If she's sticking around for the aftermath then the only injured people left are going to be the ones that are stabilized enough to have survived waiting for the combat capes to get healed and the EB to be driven off.
Ridli Scott
(Verified acid sweater mutant)
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- The Periphery
I'm fairy sure (but not 100%) that she wasn't in a EB fight before Leviathan in canon.
Hmm... I think you're right and Panacea being at Canberra for the February 2011 Simurgh attack is common fanon that got stuck in my head
I don't think we have any information on if she's been to a Leviathan attack before Brockton, given that Leviathan would probably cause the most civilian injuries to clog up any and all nearby hospitals.
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Poliamida
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- Beyond the Stars
Well, in canon she had a long, friendly chat with Jack Slash.
Let's hope that doesn't happen here.
It won't be Tagg, the situation isn't that bad yet.
Not in the plans honestly. Neither that or SC. There are more than enough fics with that premise out there.
I'll say that it's the same reason why Protectorate heroes have rotational Psychiatrists instead of designated ones. It's all part of this culture to promote Capes as these holier-than-thou figures that don't need help and are better than they really are.
The same reason why details around Trigger Events are tried to be kept under wraps to not reveal how traumatized most capes truly are.
They are very much alike, the big difference being that Taylor is a far better influence than the mess that the New Wave family is.
But I'll make an observation here. Brandish is a piece of shit, I very much hate her, but I don't believe she forced Amy to heal. Amy is loyal to her family and the idea of New Wave, and so she heals because that's what an ideal New Wave cape would do. The problem then is that she never received any positive reinforcement. Amy wants to be recognized and be told she did a good job, but she has no idea what those things look like and so she'll never be satisfied. She just digs her heels and keeps using Carol as the paragon of what a good person looks like because that's the only thing Amy ever learnt.
So it's less than Carol forced Amy down this road and more like this was the only road that Carol ever showed her.
He just needs the right tree.
I do wonder, why didn't he take over after the other directors were removed?There's always the Deputy Director.
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I guess one could argue that Coil took over because they wanted a director 'untained' by Piggot's fauly leadership, and then they put Tagg in because they wanted a soldier.
My headcanon here is that the rules on who takes over who are more complicated than, let's say, the FBI for the sake of keeping things under Cauldron's control.
So no, Renick won't authomatically take over here.
Wasn't Leviathan Amy's first EB fight? Someone correct me if I'm wrong here.
And the Triage comes after the fight once they start counting the civilian casualties. At that point, the capes coming from outside the city would have already left.
