Sergio

"It is here correct?"

The vehicle wandered slowly, hiding itself amongst the tall trees which covered the land. It was taxing for the man, watching each exit for what he presumed was the entrance to the weakened heroes. Every stoplight halting what seemed like a glimmer of hope. Intensifying the already dreaded mood of some curious onlooker peering into the backseat like a wild hound. He looked behind, watching the woman uneasily. Still unsure of her authenticity and the probability of getting herself killed knowing of her infamy. He gulped, stroking the steering wheel silently amongst the darkness of the woods. Eerily staring down at him like an intruder. Was it because he lost his license over a tiff with the CEO? He couldn't tell amongst the Buddha that laid by the dash. Gleaming in the moonlight as he silently prayed.

"Yes it is."

He drove slowly up to the dirt road, every rock attempting make themselves known. Blowing up dust amongst the windshield at his clear view of the factory with it's faded blue paint of 'Blue Ice Meats' barely visible on the rusted walls with barely intact spray paint of swearing and haunted phenomena. Something he isn't comfortable with.

They quickly hopped out, taking the machine into the building as he is greeted by Nemo, clearly tired and for once, sweating buckets of slimy droplets in the dimly lit building after shifting her and the mattress down the broken stairs. Staining the bed sheet she brought with her. But it wasn't as bad as Verda who was tearing up from her colleague's state of health, struggling to even pant as her mouth begins to choke blood out messily. Spraying onto the floor with the remains of what seemed like small chucks of flesh, each oozing badly and smelling like rotted flesh. The man looked, peering into the wounds of what little remained, it was unexpectedly bloated for such a small size. Horrifically infected and damned to rot. Just like his patient who crackled, silently looked at the man in solitude. Saddened yet relieved at the man who dug through his bag like a rat mole.

"The ventilator! Now!"

He grabbed several gloves out, taking his time slowly on each of them as it tightened upon his finger. Springing into action with a large surgical mask that seemed ridiculous on him, unlike the machine which held onto her mouth like suction cups. Holding her mouth painfully tight upon the light breeze of oxygen which attempted to settle her in.

"Are you ok if I simply give you mild anesthetics? I don't have the big ones which can subdue you comfortably..."

He looks at the woman, nodding slowly with her yellowish eyes as he gives an reassuring smile. Holding warmly onto her hands as he continued,

"It's going to get a little painful alright?"

He carefully took out a scalpel, completely rubbed with anti-sceptics and carefully cut through her skin, careful to look out of her clothes which covered up her vision. Hopeful to not freak her out with the sharp tools and gory innards. But the mild anesthetics was doing poorly. Each cut seemingly making her wince badly. Choking constantly with blood which messed up his vision. Blurring the lines of what he knew was correct. If only he had the equipment...

"Darn the Global Health Group and their antics with the United Union..."

He wanders further into the flesh. Careful not to urge her to choke another amount of blood that was hardly able to make anything better amongst the filthy and dusty floor. If only she had been given better facilities... He stared closely, avoiding the main arteries carefully. But every attempt closer into the lungs, another blood vessel stood in his way. A naughty but small annoyance compared to the horrid bloated lungs which was somehow dark purple in colour. Bleeding profusely and smelling horrid from the infection of the wounds. He was definitely getting close, but with such a terrible appearance, he could only worry.

"Blood pack."

He connected the wires carefully, piercing through her wrist comfortably with anti-septic swabs despite her pain. Gulping constantly at the weak hands hoping to not mess it up again and continuously squabble for his life, watching each blood drop carefully which flowed smoothly. Perfect.

Without haste. He danced through the flesh and reached her lungs and heart, each gulp of air made the bloated lungs gasp and creak uncontrollably. Irking Verda who stood by silently, looking away at the gaping wound. He leaned closer, watching his attire carefully as he looks on in horror. Her kidney was in a bad shape, bleeding and inflamed alongside her lungs that amazingly remained.

"Leptospirosis... Cyanosis?" He looks in confusion, unable to understand what he is seeing as she sees her gasping for air. Each breath of air tainted with a splash of blood, splattering across the floor.

"Extreme heart damage... She isn't gonna make it with such injuries in the next minute..."

He nervously watched as he looks at the woman, continuing to struggle breathing. Sighing in disbelief. It was over for her.

"I'm sorry, I can't treat her..." He looks at her badly damaged lungs and kidney. Hardly healthy and struggling for a second chance as it should. As he continued, stammering upon the horrified Shane and Nemo who stared at him,

"Her heart and lungs are going... I don't have the tools. The only people that has these are the GHG... There is nothing I can do... Her organs are too far gone... I can only provide her with the medication for it which would only be able to relieve her pain..." He sighs, looks at the liquid which laid silently in a pocket, it's date was nearly expired but still useful for it's last mission. Something he is relieved by in her final moments.

He swapped his gloves and injected the poor woman. Each sting lurched her violently forward, hardly the sight that her friends wanted to see as she settled down. Looking back at the teary friend with remorse and sadness. Listless from her now useless fight and filled with dampening illusions. Watching silently at the darkness where Silvia stood, crossing her legs and arms dumbfounded. Waiting for her as she laying by the walls alongside what was probably her parents. Saddened from her injuries yet somehow glad to see her again. Tearing up from their long time apart.

"You know... I'm kinda glad... I had... been with you... through this unfortunate conflict..." She looked at Shane with disappointment, as she continued, "Too bad... I am not able... to get a meal... with you at Wendy's again..." Shane cried, her tears falling straight to the grime. Wheezing from her snorting as she patted her head softly. Each pat a reminder of her childhood in that lab experiment. Her only friend in the chaos that was unleashed. Smiling back at her for what was the last time.

"It's fine... It's fine... It's fine..."

She looked her patting softly. Hoping to recount on their history, but each teardrop choked her every attempt. Smiling softly at her in frustration from her failure as the man stitched her chest back up, watching his every step, upset at losing another patient. But even he couldn't waver for the last few minutes of her life, carefully putting back her clothes on. Watching in sorrow at the inevitable. A sight commonly seen in the hospital as the cries of pain came back once again. Echoing through the large room and haunting him silently amongst the rusting talent and fading smiles.

"Do I also need to treat your infected wounds as well?"

He looked at the group as they nodded. Smiling softly, looking back at what was their friend. Valiantly fighting till the end despite the horrors as she laid in grim peace, for her job had just ended. They sighed, wandering up to the man one by one as they watched their friend lay to rest. Sleeping in harmony, undisturbed from the pulling of infected flesh and the jabs of medication that made them wince.

In the dim lights of the moon. He fearfully looked at the possibly infectious and rather swollen wound, which seemed to be hastily made to include the wires amongst the gaping hole made under their neck. Badly filled with sores as they are finally successfully removed.

"Let me guess... You guys do not have have any cash?"

Verda looked at him, still sobbing amongst her flushed cheeks as the man looked at them with sorrow. Wishing he could say it. But nothing could stand if they were made known.

"I'll be giving you an exception alright. Just come to this site soon alright?"

The man looked at them silently, gifting Verda a company card, something hardly seen amongst illegal doctors as he gave out two bottles of medication, nodding sedately as he walking solemnly to the door. Away from their madness and his burden.

"Hey..."

He stood, hiding his fear. Looking back slowly at Shane who stood by her friend's side. Watching the slimy looking lady cover her body with the bed sheet she brought with her. Attempting to reduce the decay that might already be taking place. He doesn't know about her situation, perhaps a defect? But amongst a group with 'superpowers', he couldn't be bothered.

"You know for an illegal doctor, you should be making a case for yourself."

He looks at Shane and smiled grimly, hiding his emotional torment of another death as he waved his hand at the remaining trio.

"I'm already planning to."