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| Scene Title | It's Only a Flesh Wound |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Helena visits Trask in the hospital. |
| Date | October 6, 2008 |
St. Luke's Hospital is known for its high-quality care and its contributions to medical research. Its staff place an emphasis on compassion for and sensitivity to the needs of their patients and the communities they serve. In addition to nearby Columbia University, the hospital collaborates with several community groups, churches, and programs at local high schools. The associated Roosevelt Hospital offers a special wing of rooms and suites with more amenities than the standard hospital environment; they wouldn't seem out of place in a top-rated hotel. That said, a hospital is a hospital — every corridor and room still smells faintly of antiseptic.
Officer Trask is currently in a hospital bed, a cast over his hand and some bandages covering half his arm. He is on basic monitors as well, mostly being kept for observation.
Visiting hours allow for easy access into hospitals, and so a young woman — late teens, early twenties, with a cap on her head and a too large jacket, makes her way into Trask's room. She slides up next to the bed, lets her hand rest on the rail and asks softly, "Norton, are you awake?"
Trask turns from where he was lying and his eyebrows make a quick break for the hair line. "Hell…what? You shouldn't be here…."
"Don't be silly." she says softly. "I'm a relative after all. And I wanted to make sure you're okay. Cousin Muffy isn't available, even though I know her being around would make you feel lots better. Sorry for that."
Trask looks at you and shakes his head, "Wouldn't work, nice thought though. You forgetting." He smiles, "You still shouldn't have…I'm going to be alright…just a little gun fire…."
"Oh yeah." Helena smiles ruefully. "You know, I kind of do forget about that. But something I wanted to know…" she leans down close. "Was there anyone that you saw…people I should know about? Who might be interested in similar activities that you and I hang out for?"
Trask sighs and sits back in the bed, shaking his head, "Someone was doing something to the hostages…they were….slipping through the floor. All the people tthere were registered though…there were about half dozen.
Helena blinks. "Woah. Should we look into any of them?" She figures some might be recruitable after this incident. After all, what did their cards do but identify them to their would-be murderers?
Trask says, ""Greer Almas Alba, force field generation. Irenka Zielinski, aura reading. Margaret Timmons, anatomical intuition. Anthony Fisher, danger sense Michael Welsh, omnilingualism. James Craven, superhuman memory…. " He smiles, "Most of them were sent home."
"And the someone who was slipping through the floor? Did you get a look at him or her?" Helena inquires softly, amused by how he's perked up.
Trask says, "It was a kid….he seemed to be making everyone do so around him….I didn't catch his name, but it should be in the police report I am sure."
"What'd he look like?" Helena prompts gently. Isn't she just the cutest little gumshoe.
Trask sighs, "Latino….maybe 15 or so. I really didn't get a great look…there was a bit of" he nods toward his hand. "Besides there was a cute librarian too, so I was a little distracted.
Helena lets out a little laugh. "Keeping an eye on the ladies, huh. Okay. How long are you stuck in here?"
Trask says, "Over night for observation, then a couple weeks of work getting this fixed. They shot me in the nuckle, and again in the upper arm."
"You getting time off from work?" Helena asks. "Don't they give you like…a week or a month or something when you get shot?"
Trask says, "I'll get a little time off…though I'm not sure how useful I will be…helping out at home, what with the hand…."
Helena is unable to resist, she reaches up and ruffles his hair. "Don't worry. You'll be plenty useful. You just take care of yourself, okay?"
Trask chuckles softly, "I just am not quite so low profile like this. "
Helena lets out a laugh. "That's for sure. I'll see you soon, Norton." With that, she slips out.
 October 6th: Fear No Evil |
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