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Wing City Hospital

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

The go-to for any and all Wing City medical requirements. This organisation offers a wide verity of highly skilled staff who are capable of fulfilling the needs of all life forms. Equality, confidentiality and high quality care guaranteed.

AugmentationAudit holds sovereignty over Wing City Hospital, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Welcome to Wing City Hospitals!
Our aim is to provide a tailored and comprehensive medical care of an award winning standard free of charge to everyone within the Multiverse. In partnership with The O'Connar Fund For Emergency Care, it is our promise is to offer fast, high quality treatment to anyone in need of it.

We are a large city hospital, with over 1000 beds occupied at any given time, and our staff is trained in all the eccentricities of Wing City's population. Need a wizard to fix your ailments, rather than a surgeon? The hospital can provide. Need a doctor who can deal with your powers exploding left right and centre while they fix your gaping wounds? No problem. Our staff are all highly trained to deal with the problems faced by genuine Wing City residents. No power is too powerful for us to deal with, and no race is too obscure; we offer a wide range of powered doctors, and our xenobiology department works day and night to meet your non-human needs.

Our staff is well versed in the more dangerous side of life in Wing City, despite the hospital and grounds being declared a demilitarised zone. We warn those who would cause this organisation harm that our staff are all highly trained, and acts of wanton violence against staff, patients or trust property will be dealt with severely.

You have now arrived in the hospital itself; please feel free to check in at the front desk, where you will be pointed in the right direction. Otherwise, look around and see if you can spot the department you need.


Feel free to use NPC Staff:
Nurses: Julia Farthing, Charge Nurse John Brown, Sister Isa Ling.
Pharmacists: Rob Miko and Jenny Sing.
Physio and Occupational therapists: Tora Laue, Jesetta Carmichal, Toby Forello.
Mental Health Professionals: Maximums Senningate, Rebecca White.
Health Care Assistants and Orderlies: Tim Roe, Harriet Roaring, Kelly South, Anita Talanta.
Porters: Nick West, Arron Viking, Kieran Lon.
Cleaning Staff: Charlotte Howley, Jin Ton, Surry Billingate.
Catering Staff: Phil Crowler, Jess Wright, Tommy Gazette.
Security: Mic Field, Tobias Boxing, Larry King, Sarha Farmer.
Emergency Medical Staff: Mecca, Truman Roth, Lilly Hakkat.
Transport Drivers: Freddie Borrow, Harmon Jett, Amy Usell.

An ultra-modern building for the most part, WCH also caters to beings from alternate timelines and continuities of altered or regressed medical technology. They guarantee that there is a ward to suit all patients, no matter where they are from or how dangerous their powers might be. Feel free to write your interaction into the correct ward setting for your character, if such a ward isn't already available.

NPC staff are versatile and there to help; they will step in for any needs that your partner players cannot fulfill. They will also intervene if things become out of hand, dangerous to staff, patients or property, or someone becomes violent.

The building is owned and run by Mr Horatio Castle, who is constantly looking to improve services and make WCH a better, safer place to be treated.
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Wing City Hospital

The go-to for any and all Wing City medical requirements. This organisation offers a wide verity of highly skilled staff who are capable of fulfilling the needs of all life forms. Equality, confidentiality and high quality care guaranteed.

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Wing City Hospital is a part of Wing City Plaza.

3 Places in Wing City Hospital:

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Xander DeLeon [42] The love of family...
Priestess [31]
Sara Drake [24]
Jack Mercer [22] A Federation Terran who earned his citizenship and is the COO of Daedalus Enterprises.
Administratum Myrkul [21] Destroyed regulating structures must be recommenced. This is my purpose
Erika Onzanem [14] Demon Frog Mom--Erika is a dark celestial being taking the form of a woman with some froggy quirks.
Freja Ortega [11] A cheery and jovial Minotaur woman who leads a group of bandits. She hails from the realm of Netherworld Styx.
Professor Asp [10] "You could be improved..."
Horatio Castle [10] It's a lie.

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Jack took the phone away from his ear for a second and covered the microphone. "This may take a minute or two," he said before he helped Callandra with her itching. He slipped the rod in between her skin and the cast as he spoke to whatever officials were on the line.

"The accident happened earlier this evening. Callandra was hit by a black SUV," Jack said. He gave them the partial plates of the vehicle. "A WCPD officer named Randin and I pulled her out of the wreckage before the truck blew. She's in the ICU at Wing City Hospital. And seeing as I'm not family, I'm not allowed into her records so I have no idea what medical treatment they've given her." Jack paused and looked down at Callandra.

"... but she's in a full body cast. You may want to transport an immersion tank if you can. She's specially requested one and I would appreciate it if you brought it too. She is not enjoying herself, sirs."

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The voices on the other end conversed briefly in Anquietas, before Miles hung up, and the younger voice replied. "I'll notify her next of kin and see that she's transferred to a proper Tech Con facility." The Coordinator said, before he too hung up, disconnecting the line.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief as the pole caught the itchy spots, relieving her of the persistent itching that the cast had caused.

"If you want, i'll see that you are allowed to come with me to the Tech Con facility."

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"Roger," was all that Jack said before he shoved his phone into his pocket.

"I would like that but before that I need to get back to my hotel. I desperately need a shower if you can't already tell by smell alone," Jack said to Callandra. He laughed and kept running the rod beneath her cast to keep her comfortable.

Jack didn't tell Callandra but he was also going to hire an investigator himself. He despised drunk drivers with every fiber of his body. Jack needed justice done too, for Callandra's sake and his own.

"So, do mind being called Cally? It suits you."

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She shook her head as much as the cast and neckbrace would allow. "Not at all. I'll be here for awhile yet, takes time for the bureaucracy to work it's magic. Go get cleaned up and I'll see you at the Tech Con hospital. Hopefully by the time you get done, I should be out of the cast and at least be able to move a little bit." She added.

"I probably smell worse.. I look forward to seeing you there." She said with a soft smile. "And once again, thank you for everything."

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"Not a problem," Jack said with a wink.

"I will be back as soon as I can. I promise. I will leave you my number in case you want something from the city or need to get into contact with me." He wrote down his number on a pad.

"See you soon, Cally," said Jack before he left to go take care of business.

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On Jack's way out, a rather imposing blond haired individual was seen making his way down the hospital hallways. He was clad in a black Imperial Navy uniform, adorned with the various devices and patches of the Aschen Imperial Navy.

He moved towards Jack, moving to shoulder check the other man as he walked past.

"Out of my way, Terran." He barked, before turning into Cally's room, closing the door behind him.

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Bray had finally sorted out the idiot with the gun and had moved to the hospital to question Cally. Alyssa was going to be shocked when she found that he'd interviewed a client in his old sweater and jeans; as well as the fact that he'd practically set up his own investigation about the plates. His guys had already text back a list of names. He knew all the people in all the right places. Undercover let you get amazing contacts. And some of them still thought he was 'Jack'. He had to be careful to keep up his two identities. But he could do it. He was good at this game.

He stopped by the reception and asked for Cally's room. Once he'd gotten the number, he went straight in, not knocking or checking if she was okay for visitors. She would be okay for visitors. He had questions and she was going to answer. Once inside, he moved over and took a seat by the bed.

"So, Cally. I need a description of the driver that hit you. Care to tell me what he looked like?" He asked bluntly. He didn't bother to pull a pad out. He could remember it all in his head.

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"I'm not going to be able to get you a description, all I know is it was a dark colored SUV." She said, shifting slightly in her bed.

"I saw a glimpse of it before it hit me, and then that was it, I was out like a light." She added.

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"Well, you're not much use are you? I see this interview isn't going to be long. Can you think of anyone that might want to kill you? Has anyone made any threats to you lately, or have you upset anyone lately? I need a list of names. Can you think of anyone you know that owns a black SUV?" He sighed.

This wasn't going to be good. Why had Alyssa sent him out here when they were going to get nothing from this girl? Okay, so his interviewing skills were rough, but then again, undercover he'd been interviewing really dark guys. He still hadn't adjusted to interviewing normal people.

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Dressed as a doctor, Aereth moved room to room across the hospital. Those he had met in a past universe he could use his memory sharing ability to restore their health. Those he didn't know he used his ship he had on his backpack. He worked quietly and carefully. With each patient he would tell them, "You didn't see me, I was never here. When I leave you'll be healthy again. Don't tell anyone just pretend to be clueless." It didn't matter their condition: cancer, AIDS, missing limbs, damaged senses, or anything that made a person even one percent less than healthy he fixed. What he didn't fix was any weight problems, he could, but it would be more valuable to those who lost it on their own. It would have taken him minutes, but he cared to spend some time with each patient and share with those he had known in past universes.

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The woman shook her head at the investigator. "No, not to my knoledge." She said, shifting slightly as two Tech Con mercenaries stepped into the room, along with a pair of medics with a gurney.

"We're here to transfer the woman to a Tech Con facility so she can be placed in an immersion tank." The Medics said, as they moved to help the casted woman into the bed.

"You can interview her when she has recovered." One of the mercenaries said, while they moved to take her out of the hospital.

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"Fine, fine. She's no used to me anyway. I won't be back." He sighed, letting the medics take Cally from the room. At least he could leave now. But she was completely no help at all. It was a good thing he'd gotten his men onto the plates otherwise he'd have been pretty much useless.

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Aereth recognized the mercenaries and entered the room.

"Wait, before you take her I have one small test I need to run. It's very brief." Aereth said as he flashed his I.D. To the mercenaries.

Aereth saw Brayden and said, "Hey Bray, did you kill that merc who was interrogating that man in the alley? Arros I think his name was."

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Both mercenaries looked to the doctor, and then reached for their weapons. "Back off." They demanded, as they started to move her out of the room.

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"Done." Aereth said as his ship chirped in his ear it had finished.

Aereth's ship in his backpack created a field that enveloped the room, any within the field would have any medical problems cured. No more parasites, deformations, injuries, or diseases. He knew the mercenaries wouldn't let him near the girl, but he was able to continue the task he'd been asked to do, heal everyone in the hospital.

Aereth looked to Brayden to see if he'd heard what he said to him.

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Brayden didn't know what to make of the situation. Today had been so fucking weird and things had happened that he didn't want to be a part of. Being a part of certain things would get him noticed. Getting noticed would mean the past would catch up. He wasn't about to let that happen.

"Fuck this. I'm going back to work. I'm not getting myself back involved in that alley shit." He growled, pushing past everyone and leaving the hospital.

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"Hold up! Wait," Jack said as he saw Cally being carted down a hospital hallway. The man had bought a vase of cheesy flowers for the woman. Jack thought it would make Cally feel better. Hospitals were awful and at least the flowers were colorful.

"Are they taking you to Tech Con now?" asked Jack. He looked at Cally and then at the two guards with her. They didn't look too happy nor too friendly.

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He stood before a crowd of thousands behind a clear glass podium. Chattering voices and starlit eyes all staring in his direction. Today he was to announce his donation of five million dollars to further research into radiowave therapy. He was expected to give a speech about the future of this specific treatment, about how he believed in it (which he did, at least), and about how it would eventually come to replace chemo and radiation therapy. The plausibility of such treatment had a future, especially in the capable hands of researchers in Wing City.

He stepped forth, his face to the microphone. He eyed the crowd, seeming to savor the suspense. Truthfully, he was just keeping up with the persona. "Wing City...." he said, trailing off. He smiled. He hated to play such a role, but it was necessary. Most of the people here probably thought he was nothing more than a rich jerkoff who tossed his money at whatever would better his public image. He continued, regardless.

"I stand before you today, not as a billionaire, but as a believer. A believer in tomorrow, and with that tomorrow I believe will come a new frontier in healthcare. I am here today to announce that I, Bruce Wayne, am donating five million dollars to radiowave therapy research, which will be used here in this very building," he said, pointing towards the hospital building behind him. "With this treatment, cancer patients can have a healthier, safer alternative to radiation and chemotherapy. I believe that with this treatment, billions of lives will be saved. This is a new horizon for the medical field, and I wish to further any advances that will change the face of medicine."

He allowed that statement to sink in, the crowd gazing at him, hopefully. "And I believe that with radiowave therapy, we can achieve that advancement. I believe that with radiowave therapy, we can eventually eliminate the fear of cancer for all days to come. I believe that with radiowave therapy, humanity can achieve a better standard of living...."

He had been told to say "radiowave therapy" as many times as he could work into his speech. Of course, he did actually believe in the possibility that this new treatment could lead to larger advancements. However, he was here to uphold an image; that he was a careless socialite billionaire. "I believe in radiowave therapy."

With that, he walked away, the sound of thunderous applause following close behind. He had been scanning the crowd while giving the speech. He saw one man, a Richard Hayter, who, according to the sources the facial recognition software in his contact lens had compiled, knew the late senator Carmichael. Richard was a reporter who had interviewed the senator under allegations of political corruption.

Bruce would have to pay him a visit later. Right now, however, he had a charity event to sit through.

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Wing City Hospital, such a place has eyes everywhere. Well at least when someone is being payed attention to. The man entered the hospital, sights of the sick and worried everywhere. None here took his fancy, for he had a specific target tonight. A former police officer by the name of Samuel J. Bennett. He was admitted here earlier from a sudden heart attack. He managed to survive the ordeal, but was placed in overnight care, in case things turned for the worse. And they will. Baden slunk about the halls avoiding contact with the staff. Taking the less crowded routes to get where he needed to be.

He hadn't the time to take his time. He really didn't feel like dealing with the staff. He found his way to Bennett's room. He quietly nudged the door and entered. The room was dark, allowing the sleeping man some peace and quiet. Baden looked at him with disgust. In a little bit he's going to wish he died from that heart attack. Like a ghost he silently wandered to Bennett's bedside. Baden looked down upon him and spoke, "Officer Samuel Joesph Bennett...retired after all didn't you." "The near death of your son too much to bear?" Baden spoke tauntingly. The man began to stir. "Well don't worry I plan to fix that soon." Baden spoke as Samuel began to open his eyes. In a blink Baden had his cybernetic hand wrapped around Samuel's throat. He was gasping for air, unable to make a sound.

He thrust and thrashed about his bed. His sudden heart beat on the monitor will alert the nurses soon. "Remember me?" Baden asked as he looked into Bennett's dying eyes. "Of course you've seen my picture on the database, though perhaps never physically met me." "Though I'm sure your son said much." "Though he would say, I had another arm." Baden sneered as he choked the life out of him. Samuel's resistance was short as Baden's death grip quickly ended his life. The monitor then showed him flat line. "I guess your heart gave out." "Let's see how your son fairs." Baden slightly chuckled as he released Bennett. He then opened the nearby window and climbed out. By the time the staff arrived he was gone. Baden quickly scaled down the side of the building as he met the ground. He then walked out into the streets as if nothing ever happened.

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The cardiology department of Wing City Hospital was, needless to say, state of the art. A hospital that was financially supported by the illustrious likes of Bruce Wayne, and founded by the less notable but equally prolific Horatio Castle could certainly afford the best. In short, that meant that any patient being admitted with a heart attack, out of hospital arrest, of attack of unstable angina was gifted the very best level of care free of charge. The gold standard, so to speak, which included a comfortable and closely monitored bed on the Cardiac Care Unit.

Second only to Intensive Care, with its enviable staff to patient ratio, patients on Cardiac Care were guaranteed no less than one nurse to every two patients. That is to say that no patient was ever our of eye- or -ear shot for more than a few minutes at a time.

Patients admitted with heart attacks were taken straight to the cardiac cath-labs, were they underwent x-ray guided stenting and, if their condition was serious enough, were escalated to a full coronary artery bypass graft. The idea that any patient who had recently received a stent would be left alone was laughable, given their high likelihood of suffering an arrhythmia and subsequent arrest. Their rhythm was constantly monitored on the main CCU computer, and the slightest irregularity sounded as a blaring klaxon to the nurse in charge. The level of arrhythmia associated with a man being throttled to death was not something easily missed at the best of times, but the irritable nature of cardiac monitoring (which tended to show a deathly rhythm when a patient was doing something as harmless as brushing their teeth) would have triggered at the first frantic struggle.

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It was a common misconception that the staff at Wing City Hospital were stupid, neglectful, or in any way like the nurses and doctors shown on popular medical soaps. Likewise could be said about the layout and running of the hospital itself. Sneaking in was hard enough; swipe card activated doors that were locked after hours had a nasty habit of keeping staff in, or out, if they were unfortunate enough to have forgotten their fobs; an assassin would have one hell of a time. As would anyone trying to get in and out of the window; health and safety, though aggravating for the most part, would have long since banned any window that a patient could realistically jump out of. The media did tend to have a field day when an elderly dementia sufferer launched themselves out of a third story window...

The staff on the desk, which was directly beside the double doors leading into CCU itself, would also have taken issue with someone just wandering onto their ward in the middle of the night and strangling one of their patients. That is to say, that a would-be murderer could (and aught to have) picked a more realistic location to commit said murder than a high dependency ward at a hospital. Especially one so well equipped to resuscitate theoretically recently strangled patients.

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Daniel Johnson had made his way to the burn ward in the Wing City Hospital where a doctor was currently updating him on the condition of last night's shooting victim whom they had since identified as Shin'ichi Kokuro, a Losenyu prince. They hadn't the faintest idea what he was doing in Wing City when the shooting occurred, but he had yet to regain consciousness to be questioned on the matter, and his prognosis didn't seem favorable.

"He's still critical," the doctor explained. "He went into cardiac arrest last night, and slipped into a coma. I'll be straight with you, his odds of recovery aren't good."

Johnson rubbed at the back of his neck and sighed. They wouldn't get much out of a man in a coma and certainly not much out of him if he died.

"Don't you have people that can heal this sort of stuff? You know, with magic?" Johnson asked.

The doctor shook his head. "In his condition he wouldn't survive the strain it would put on his body. He's going to need to pull through this one on his own."

"Alright, give us a call if his condition changes or if he wakes up."

Johnson shook his head to himself as he headed back out. Losenyu royalty getting gunned down in their streets wouldn't bode well with diplomatic relations he imagined. He didn't much envy the one who would need to contact them about this.

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Daniel Johnson had already left the hospital ages ago, but the hospital's extensive security measures and highly trained staff might pose a problem with getting guns through the front door and the would be gunners would likely be stopped at the front entrance, and be met with heavily armed and capable security personnel well before they made it into the interior with fully automatic weapons.

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Dark. That was the first thought Darien had upon waiting. After a moment of gathering his bearings and coming to the conclusion that he was indeed still living, he focused on opening his eyes. They were heavy, and felt sticky for some reason, but after a moment, his eyelids fluttered open. A weight pressed on his face, and when he tried to move his hand to remove it, he found it bound to whatever bed he was lying on. A moment's analysis revealed the following facts;

He was in a hospital, probably Wing City Hospital based on the ambient sounds. He was handcuffed to his bed and currently was on an antibiotic saline drip, which from the looks of it needed to be changed 5.2 minutes ago. His eyes flickered to the left. Fifth or sixth floor, based on the view out of the window. His face and most of his body was covered in bandages, most likely a treatment for the tissue damage he had attained...well...it was hard to gauge how long he'd been unconscious. With a small grunt, he turned his head to look at the door. A curtain blocked the view in to the outer hall, but the harsh sound of a radio clued him in that there was probably a WCPD officer standing guard at the threshold.

With a prolonged guttural growl, he sat up, his bandaged torso crackling as both dead skin and medical tape bent and shifted for the first time in a while. The pain was distant, so he was guessing that he was also on a regimen of painkillers. Just then, he heard the sound of a woman's voice conversing at the doorway, and the sound of rolling wheels.

"Hi, I'm here to refresh his medications."

"ID?"

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"Alright, go in."

Before the curtain was drawn aside, Darien quietly laid back down on the bed and closed his eyes, steadying his heartrate and breathing. The nurse went about her business quickly, and in five minutes, he was alone again. Alone to think.

This wasn't at all what he had wanted. Didn't people understand? Without proper protection, this city, scratch that, this universe was a deathtrap. If he would just be able to pursue his research with the proper facilities, then, then he would be able to perfect the secrets he had been uncovering. Metaphysical abilities, each more fabulous than the last. A true world of equals, free from oppression from those with powers...

As he ruminated on this, his thesis, he subconsciously ran a tongue over his fangs, leaking a little venom as he did so...