First Day on the Job

Everyone slept in Ben's apartment while you had gone home. Of course, you cleaned the aftermath of the party. You're a clean freak, anyway...

The moment you opened the door, you're basically knocked out. Straight to bed.

Newt cuddled up to you and said, "goodnight friends!"

But the lizard haven't slept yet as it watched a mysterious card glow, releasing its energy to the holder, Anthony.

"Hehe.. both of them will love this."

.....

BEEP* BEEP*

"Fucking hell..."

Your alarm went on, just in time to get ready for your new job.

What the is my new job? It's medical assistant. How did I get it, you ask? By forging degrees.

And huge ton of knowledge and shit acting.

Basically, you can't fake the skills and knowledge that a degree will give you. Fortunately, you've been on this job in your previous world.

You've been in many jobs and this is just one of them. A high-paying one at that.

Good thing that the hospital provide their own scrubs, "well, don't we look dashing?"

Jihn could only laugh, "how ironic, a killer wearing something that a life saver would wear."

"It's a good look! Hihi!" Newt is just cute as ever. Who needs therapy when you have Newt?

On the way to Glenbrook Hospital, you bought pandesal and pancake for your beloved winged lizard. And don't forget about coffee.

Well, if things go awry, I'll just change my identity and find a new job.

With a snap, I could look like Paul Rudd. Heh, a movie star sounds nice but being out there in the spotlight sounds exhausting.

"New face?" a woman dressed in a white coat greeted you.

"Yes, doc."

"Haha! Good, good," she eyed me, "You probably already know the procedure so you can go right to work. It would also be smart to familiarize yourself with the types of computer programs being used in the office. Anyways, good luck kid!"

You politely nodded and nonchallantly went to work.

The day just went by, tending to the patients; gathering pertinent information for their visit, health history, current problem, allergies, and medications.

You have the role to set them referrals to other facilities and doctors.

"Ughhh I'm bored!!" Newt was just complaining every minute.

You sighed, "why not explore the hospital, hm? You might find something interesting."

"Sir? —sir?"

Someone was tugging your sleeves, snapping you out from your thoughts.

"Sir! can you help my friend here? Please, he got a gnash wound on his shoulder," a woman with striking green hair was supporting a man that seems to be a critical state.

She seems to have stopped the bleeding with some used cloth, "okay sure, just let me call a doctor for that."

"He needs help right now! And please, please don't call the doctor.." she avoided eye contact with you, seemingly afraid of what might happen if anyone knows they're here.

They're suspicious, "this seems interesting... " Jihn devilishly smiled.

You sighed, "alright, I'll tend to his wounds. Follow me."

"Can you fix up his wound somewhere.. private?"

You cocked an eyebrow, "alright... ", you just agreed on their whims. I mean, they piqued the clown's interest.

After you gathered the right equipment, you let them occupy a vacant bed. There's only few people here, anyways.

"Make him sit, I'll see the wound first."

She seems to be hesitating... slowly undressing the cloth wrapped around the guy's shoulder.

"What the..." there's fucking light coming out of his wound.

Mutant.

The woman with green hair warily observed your reaction, speciously hiding her hands as if she's getting ready to retaliate if things get messy.

Although it's almost blinding you, "it's a bullet wound.. not a gnash wound," you can still the nasty wound this guy has.

"Let me get the right tools."

The wounded man and the green-haired woman were left confused. The reaction you showed was weird.... for humans.

"He's not ratting us out, right?" the woman worrily asked.

The man just groaned painfully, "do we have a choice?"

"Fuck... if it wasn't for that damn anti-mutant extremetist we wouldn't be risking our lives right now. Always in our fucking hair."

Equipment clattered unto the table, "alright... let's get started."

"Let me do the job, mon chéri.. you know I'm good at this."

If Jihn wanted to do something, there's no stopping him.

A hand pulled you out of your own consciousness again, "this will sting a little," If anyone could look at Jihn right now, they would think he's a saint.

What a load of bullshit.

Both of them only nodded, not noticing the sudden change in you.

"Good thing it didn't hit any bone or anything that could fatally cripple you... you're very lucky."

Otherwise, they would be sent to an ER. Exposing their identities to the authorities and quite possibly be sent to an execution site or worse, a lab.

People will always fear and hate what they don't understand. It's their firm belief that they were the top predators of this world... until they discovered existence of mutants.

How funny.

"You don't fear us?" the wounded man boldy asked.

Jihn looked at him with his deadpan eyes, "no, not really," the clown's dexterity was a feat, swiftly extracting the bullet inside the wound.

He groaned at the pain, "Why?"

The clown chuckled, "there's much, much more out there to fear, mon chéri."

That gratingly chuckle sent shivers down to their spine. It was ambiguous but the continuous war between humans and mutants gave them instinct to an extent about.....

Dangerous individuals.

This man is definitely someone who already wringed someone's soul out. But at the moment, he seemed amiable.

Both of them looked at each other, a silent agreement not to do anything stupid or they might end up in a surgical table.

"Alright... almost done... remember to wash your wound 2 times a day with clean water. You may cover the wound with a thin layer of petroleum jelly, such as Vaseline. Also, please replace the dressing every now and then, c'est clair?"

They hurriedly nodded at the clown's reminder as if they wanted get the fuck out of here as soon as possible.

You then chuckled, "Jihn, remind them to spread connections to shady doctors or there may be no next time for them."

Jihn just snickered, "they'll catch up on their own, mon ami."

"Thankyou.. how will we repay you?.."

"Just consider this as a kind gesture," not to break anyone's moment, but you have a fixed salary.

"Don't fuck up next time, hm? Shoo. Shoo."

The green-haired girl just nodded. She clutched the guy's body to support him, "it's Polaris."

"Hm?"

She looked at you intently, "my name. It's Polaris. If you ever need help, go to Hunningham bookstore in 122 Kenly Street and tell them you knew me."

Jihn just curtly bowed at them.

Then, they're gone.

"Polaris...?"

Wait.

Isn't she Magneto's daughter?

Jihn chuckled, "merde... can't she just flung the bullet out of his wound?"

"Maybe she didn't want to worsen that guy's condition. Probably, her boyriend," you scoffed.

What an eventful first day of work, you thought.

The familar feeling of being pulled outside of your consciousness strikes again, "won't it hurt for you to fucking warn me?"

Jihn stifled a laugh.

You looked around at the mess and started to clean up. But there's something missing...

Something...

Wait.

Where's Newt?