“He’s a strange guy, isn’t he?” Adrian asked as they made their way down a pristine, white corridor, dotted with carts stocked with medical equipment and manned by nurses in blue scrubs.
“Who? Carl?” Belle turned around to carefully eye the male nurse they had just passed, “I think he’s alright.”
“No, that Tango guy.”
“Oh, yeah. You’re not the first person I’ve heard that from. Tango really knows what he’s talking about, though. He’s the best weapons designer around and, truth be told, he’s one of the most valuable members of this organization.”
“Wow,” Adrian said as Belle led the way into the large room labeled Examining Room #5, “That’s impressive.”
“Yeah. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll get to work with him one day. Now go grab a table and I’ll go see if I can find Dr. Larkin.”
The room they had entered was lined with sleek metal tables on one wall and beds surrounded by medical machines on the other. It was mainly empty, expect for a few patients and nurses who milled around silently. Adrian turned to ask Belle why it was so quiet but she was gone. Feeling like a ghost, he directed himself to the nearest table and sat on the cold metal, waiting.
A blue-clad nurse broke away from the group congregated on the far side of the room and headed for him. As she got closer, Adrian’s eyes became as wide as saucers and his jaw dropped open. She was tall and blonde with a perfect smile to match her perfect figure. Adrian had never seen a more gorgeous woman, not even in movies.
“Well hello,” she said with a big smile, “What have we got here?”
For a moment, all Adrian could do was stare. Shaking his head a little, he tried to answer but all he managed was: “W-What?”
She giggled adorably. “What’s your injury?” she repeated slowly.
“Oh. My shoulder.” He gestured towards it without any real interest.
“Well let’s have a look,” she said with a grin. She delicately pushed his sleeve farther up his arm, examining the cuts without touching them. “I think we can take care of this.”
She sauntered away, Adrian watching her go with rapt attention. The beautiful nurse returned only a few minutes later with some bandages and a bottle of dark liquid that looked like iodine.
“So what unit do you work for?” she purred. She took a few drops of the brownish liquid and dripped it into Adrian’s cuts. It was then that he realized that it couldn’t have been iodine because it’s application brought only a cool, fresh feeling instead of a burning pain. But Adrian could not bring himself to be too concerned with the mysterious fluid, “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”
“I don’t know. I just got here,” he said in a rush, feeling awkward.
“Oh, fresh meat. Well, I certainly hope we’ll see a lot more of each other.”
“Yeah, me too.”
She laughed again in a bubbly sort of way, batting her eyes all the while. “Well there you go,” she said, putting the final touch on the bandage, “That should be as good as new in no time.”
“Thank you. I’m Adrian, by the way. Adrian Nox.”
She gave him a radiant smile, “I’m Nora.”
Before either of them could say anything else, the main doors burst open. A gurney occupied by a young man was wheeled in amidst the shouts of the doctors and nurses surrounding it. The man appeared to be gravely injured, covered with his own blood. Adrian stared as they rapidly propelled the injured man to the far side of the room.
“I’d better go help with that. I’ll see you around,” she said and ambled off towards the back of the room, leaving Adrian as speechless as when she first appeared.
“Well, I couldn’t find Dr. Larkin. I guess he’s off duty tonight.” Belle’s voice rang out behind him, so close that Adrian almost jumped off the table.
“What?” he asked. He felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on his head.
“I said I couldn’t find Dr. Larkin. Are you okay? You looked like you were in some kind of trance.” A look of concern flashed across her face.
“I’m fine,” he said tersely. He didn’t believe he had been in a trance but he certainly hadn’t been himself.
“Who did your arm?” she asked, noticing the fresh bandage.
“One of the nurses. Nora, I think.”
“That explains it,” Belle said with a wry smile.
“Explains what?” Adrian asked sharply.
“Nothing. Let’s get out of here.” She chuckled under her breath as she led the way to the door. But before they could leave, one of the other nurses called out to Belle;
“Hey Belle! Can I talk to you for a minute?” The speaker was a hulking older woman with steel gray hair, broad shoulders and a tough looking face framed by gold rim spectacles.
“Sure, Brenda. What is it?”
The woman roughly pulled Belle aside, out of Adrian’s earshot and began talking in a low voice. Whatever she was saying, it obviously wasn’t good news as the look on Belle’s face became more and more concerned. After a moment, they broke apart and went their separate ways.
“What was that about?” Adrian asked when she rejoined him.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s go.” That was all she would say as she briskly herded him out the door.