Snippet #2535355

Izzy loitered, her interest having her wander after for a while. Phantom seemed to be stirring. Craning her neck, she peered at him through the crack in the door. “I’ll make sure you don’t wake up next time” said Izzy, her tone betraying no hint of sarcasm.

She moved out and back towards the reception room and out of ears reach of Batman and the nurse. The berries which the nurse had asked for still sat on the counter, the tiniest, deadliest little things. Something else they had to worry about, other than the murderous criminals and storms which were already after their blood. There wasn’t a chance in hell she was taking those to her.

“Hey” she called to Edwards, beckoning him away from Batman and crazy candyfloss with her free hand. “We should split up, take a walk, see what we can find that’s useful. Give Batman some time to rest.”] He eyes flittered to the door which the nurse was concealed behind. “I don’t trust her, though, careful. See you back here in a bit. Make lots of noise if you need help. Or die quietly so I don’t have to deal with you.”

Izzy swanned off for a corridor leading off the reception room. As she passed the bowl of berries, she knocked it purposefully with her elbow as she walked by, sending them rolling all over the floor. The bowl landed with a clatter, and Izzy was off at a jog.

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In a green medic’s bag with a white cross on the front, Izzy had been dumping anything of interest. She was trained in basic first aid, but she couldn’t pronounce half of the words which were printed on the labels. Hurrying along, she dabbed at face with a towel and some antiseptic which she had also deposited in the bag, cleaning up her lip. She’d scavenged all that she thought might be useful; bandages and dressings and tape, cleaning solutions, antibiotics, painkillers… and now, after dumping the bloody towel, was headed towards the hospital cafeteria which was signed to find some water.

Everywhere so far had been deserted.

She knew what would happen a split second before it did as she walked into the food hall. Her foot had caught something as she stepped through the doorway. Izzy’s heart stopped. A trap.

Rusty needles rained down upon her, falling from the ceiling where a plaster board had been pulled away when the trap had been triggered. Luckily, Izzy had detected the trap quickly, so hadn’t stepped right under the downpour. Still, the exposed part of her right arm was pretty scratched up by the time the needles all fell to the floor in a symphony of pings. If it had been more sudden, she probably would’ve screamed. But the trap was amateur and she’d even had a small amount of time to shift backwards before the heavens opened.

Izzy looked down at her new wounds in a sort of daze. She should’ve been more cautious.
What she was getting from this was that crazy candyfloss really was, well, crazy, assuming she’d set these traps.
And Izzy and Edwards had just left her alone with Batman.

Izzy paled, turned on her heel, and raced for the reception room, trying not to think of what those needles could've been carrying...