12160/Just another night in the ER

Just another night in the ER
Date of Scene:	11 September 2020
Location:	Bellevue Hospital - Lower Manhattan
Synopsis:	Zinda meets Sandy in the E.R.
Cast of Characters:	Lady Blackhawk, Sandra Billings

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Lady Blackhawk has posed:
It's a quiet night in Lenox Hill Emergency Room, which isn't a bad thing. A little girl fell and sprained her wrist, and an older woman who got her medication confused. The tell-tale flashing red lights outside the glass doors announce the arrival of an ambulance, and then it's all hands on deck. Not one ambulance, but two. And another two police cars. The EMT's start helping patients out of the ambulances. They can walk, but there are a lot of cuts and blood. The same with the ones in the police cars.

It's pretty obvious from the fashion choices that the patients are members of different... social clubs. And this is the aftermath of a gang fight. Well that explains all the blood.

The last person out of the back of the police car doesn't need any help, and like many of the others the woman is wearing handcuffs. Unlike the others, however, she starts talking (or continues talking) the moment she is out.

"Listen, officer, Ah don't understand why Ah'm even hear. Ah ain't the one what started the ruckus. Ah mean, when a bunch of fellas just crash in an' start bustin' up everything, a gal's gotta defend herself..." Zinda is wearing jeans tucked into knee boots, a white blouse that's blood-stained, and a leather flight jacket over everything. There's a small cut on her cheek and her right hand is bandaged, both wrists cuffed together behind her back.

Sandra Billings has posed:
Finally! Some /action/. Sandy has been mostly bored on this slow night, which is actually rare. Usually this place is a hot bed of activity, but when it's slow, it /feels/ slow. Sixteen hour shifts can drag some nights. The plump woman who is wearing full scrubs with a namebadge that says: 'Sandra' meets the officers to have a quick conversation before she radios back that she will need some extra support. She takes a quick assessment of who is hurt the worse and those will be looked at first and quickly.

As she makes her way towards Zinda, the nurse stops for a moment, then tilts her head to one side as she peers at her. She glances down at the paperwork the officer handed over to her. "Miss Blake. Good evening. My name is Sandy!" She says as she leans in to inspect the cut on her cheek, then gives a motion to the officer. "Sir, can you please uncuff her so that I can tend to the wounds on her hands?" She gives the officer a winning smile, that type of high energy that always radiates off her.

"I will also need to take her back so that I can provide her the best care. I assure you, she will be in the best of hands."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Zinda is in mid-sentence when the nice ER nurse just steps up and introduces herself. She pauses, gaping, then smiles and half-turns to offer her cuffed wrists to the nearest officer. "Ah shore do appreciate it, Miss... " Eyes lower to the nametag. "... Sandy." Blue eyes flicker a little. Recognition? Then she nods and wiggles her fingers. In a louder voice, she calls out. "Better watch for broken glass! There were a few bottles flyin' about..."

The officer gives Sandra a curious look, but opens Zinda's cuffs anyway. "We have statements from everyone who was capable, but we're still deciding who to arrest here."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"I understand, officer. I also understand that you just arrested five of my favorite customers from the East Street Crips. I need to start charging them rent. Miss Blake is definitely not affiliated with them. In fact, she is a friend of my family. I've known her for years. Did you know that she is a decorated member of our Air Force? Officer ... " Sandy peeks at his badge. "Santoya. I think you can let her into my care and I will make sure she gets home."

There is something so assuring about a nurse's voice who is calm and in control. She reaches out to take Zinda by the arm, ushering her to the side and back towards the doors where the patients are being led. "Thank you!" She calls back to the officer who just blinks a few times at her confidence.

Once they are threw the doors, she give Zinda a side-eye, followed by a twitch of her lips into an amused smile. "Hello. Your cut looks shallow but I can clean it out and put a fashionable bandage on it. It won't need stitches. What happened to your hand?"

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Zinda beams as Sandy starts talking her up, and doesn't -quite- puff up a little with the recognition. Walking to the back, led by Sandy, Zinda does flash a smile over her shoulder to the officer. And that's when he would probably notice the Blackhawk Squadron insignia on the back of her jacket. The nurse apparently wasn't lying.

Once in the back, Zinda offers the bandaged hand. "Mah hand? Couple a fellas ran into it with their faces." She gestures to her blood-stained blouse, then. "Busted one's nose right open, just like a ripe tomato." She grins at that. "It ain't as bad as it looks. That nice EMT-fella put some extra wraps on it." Leaning in, she stage-whispers. "Ah think he was sorta sweet on me..."

Head tilting, she looks at the nurse more closely. Especially the name badge. "Friend of the family? Would this be the same family as 'Cousin' Babs, by chance?"

Sandra Billings has posed:
"Maybe." Sandy says with a smile at the question about cousin Babs. "I also know that the officers trust me here. I have a good reputation, especially when it comes to dealing with the local gangs. I could tell them I was related to Santa Claus and they would believe me. It's all about the smile. Smiling increases face value, don't you know."

After unwrapping her hand, she inspects her fingers, gently touching the joints and knuckles as she goes, then reaches into her freezer to pull out an ice pack. She wraps the pack around her hand, followed by another round of clean wraps to keep the swelling down. "Is that what Lady Bat calls herself? Babs? I only met her the once but we traded a few texts back and forth. She seems very nice. I met her in Gotham when I was pulling a tour over there at the local ER."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Zinda responds with a soft laugh and a smile of her own, nodding. Yes, her hand has all the bruises of a brawler, the knuckles calloused from previous fights (as well as turning wrenches) as well. She flexes the fingers lightly as the ice and additional wraps are applied.

"Lady Bat? She sorta implied some connection to the 'capes', but yeah. The gal I met was more th' librarian type. Except sorta ...not. Y'know? She's real nice, but not someone Ah'd wanna cross wrong. Said she was lookin' for a pilot who ain't afraid of colorin' outside the lines, if ya' know what Ah mean."

Flexing her fingers again, she looks to Sandy's face and adds. "Thanks for that back there, by the way."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"No problem. Us girls gotta stick together." Sandy says with a smile as she takes a seat, pulling it up closer in front of her so that she can dab at the cut on her cheek to clean the blood away and to ensure it's not deep.

"I lept on a greande, literally when it would have blown her up. That's how I caught her attention. But, we'll keep that between us for now. I let her know if she needs some eyes on the street stuff she can depend on me to pass along information, just in case there was something she was looking at in particular."

Rising upwards, she snags a container of bandages asnd finds the perfet size before applying it to her cheek. "It looks like you get into a ton of fights. Have you thought about wearing maybe gloves before you hit someone? Your hands look like pieces of banged up meat."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Zinda tilts her head, leaning in a bit as the cheek cut is tended. It's shallow, likely a glancing blow. "Wait, what? You lept on a grenade? Honey, that's the sorta thing most folk don't getta talk much about later." Blue eyes flicker over the nurse, as if assessing her in a different light now.

"Believe it or not, Ah don't always go lookin' for a fight. But when one wanders by, Ah don't usually get th' chance to pull on gloves, if ya' know what Ah mean. S'why Ah drink long-necks." Wink. "What Ah -didn't- tell nice, officer Santoya was that Ah was breakin' most of the glass."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"I'm not built like most people." Sandy assures her with a smile on her face. "But we can keep that between us. I'm not really out there like most you know? I am sure I would be fired if it came out that I can throw a semi across town."

Once she is done with the cheek wound, she rises up and puts her chair back into place in a neat and tidy manner. "We're done here! If you want to sneak out, the third floor emergency exit has a broken alarm so it won't even go off if you want to take a back door escape. Officers will be here for a few hours as we tend to the East Streeters .. again .. they'll want them booked as quick as possible."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
"Honey, your secret is safe with me. Us gals gotta stick together, like ya' said." Wink. She leans back once the cheek bandage is applied, resting more on her good hand with the bandaged one on her lap. Zinda tilts her head and grins with Sandy's admission to being 'powered' as well, and she nods slowly. "Yeah, bein' strong an' tough usually means people wanna put you into fights. An' you don't seem like the fightin' type t'me."

Reaching into her jacket, Zinda pulls out a business card with two fingers and offers it. There's the Blackhawk logo, along with 'Blackhawk Enterprises', her name, and a cell phone number. "Ah'm sure you'll get th' same phone upgrade as me, an' y'all might even have mah number already. But just in case, here ya' go. You ever need to go anywhere, pick someone up, or even the occasional heavy fire support, just gimme a call."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"I'm definitely not the fighter type, but I can be your shield." Sandy says with a smile as she gives a long stretch to crack a few joints in her back. She reaches out to take the card, looking it over with a smile. "I didn't have your number, but thank you." She says as she opens a cupboard to take out her purse, tucking it away.

Taking out a notepad, she scribbles her own number down on it in a flourish of cursive before handing it over. "Here you go! Here's mine. Let me know if you ever need a patch up, or a designated driver. I can't get drunk. I also can't swim. So, I can't rescue you from a sinking boat."

Lady Blackhawk has posed:
Zinda quirks a brow at the part about not swimming, and she tucks the note paper into her jacket. "Ah s'pose there's bound t'be trade-offs, yeah." she replies. "Ah can GET drunk, but it takes a lot. Once drunk a whole squadron of German pilots under th' table after gettin' captured. Right before Ah stole one of their '109s." She hand-waves, then. "But Ah ain't gonna bore you with old war stories."

The blonde scoots off of the table, then, settling lightly onto her feet. "Thanks for th' tip on the third floor exit, too. Not that Officer Santoya ain't cute an' all, but Ah don't fancy gettin' booked tonight."