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Izzy was much more careful as she moved through the hospital back to where she’d left the others. She slowed to an easily maintainable jog, decelerating right down where any corridors crossed and constantly checking for other traps.

The hospital was big and it did take a while for her to find herself back in the reception room. There, she broke into a walk, her heavy boots crushing the knocked over berries into a mush as she went. Izzy was a bit flustered when she made it to the treatment room. They were all still there, including Edwards, which made a flash of agitation cross her expression.

“Hey” she said, more announcing her presence than offering them a greeting as she sidled into the room. It was against the rules to kill heroes, but she’d have still liked to raise the handgun to stare down that psycho nurse. But she didn’t think that’d do much to preserve her oh-so-heroic persona; it wouldn’t sit well with the audience. Izzy dumped the bag of collected medical products at Edwards’ feet, but didn’t take her eyes off the nurse.

“You. Candyfloss bitch, what kind of game are you playing?” She demanded, the colour in her cheeks rising. The injuries caused by the falling needles were nothing, she barely felt them, but still, the shock she’d got from the trap was enough to make her resent their creator. “This your game? Draw heroes in here with promises of treatment, let them roam the hospital without precaution and let them get themselves killed or tangled in your traps? We’re not the rats in this city, lady, in case you hadn’t noticed!”

Only then did she notice Phantom was awake. Hoping he wasn’t harbouring any too-fond memories for his insane saviour Izzy announced: “We’re leaving.”