it wasn’t like I could call you up when I was inking myself.
Stone: Can someone tell Indy that she’s full of bullshit?
Giulia: I’ll tell her! Indy, you’re full of bullshit.
Tiffany: You know she’s your boss, right? o.O
Lily: Like Giulia would care about that.
Giulia: I know. *whistles* But I’m armed with more needles and catheters than a doctor now. She’s afraid of me.
Indy: Hardly. Frankie didn’t even let you pick up any equipment when she came in.
Giulia: I know where it’s kept. That’s half the war won.
Indy: *snorts*
Giulia: Alessa? You there, honey?
Me: I’m here. Just reading. It takes me longer to understand like this.
Giulia: Huh, I never thought of that.
Me: Don’t worry. I can catch up. Is everything okay?
Giulia: I thought it was time we were all on the same page.
Tiffany: Sounds ominous.
Giulia: It is. We’re not like our mothers. I think we can all agree with that. Whether they were MC or not, we’re not like them.
Giulia: We’re stronger, and we’re not going to take any BS. Amirite?
Me: You’re right.
Indy: Yeah.
Tiffany: God, no, I’m not like her.
Lily: I refuse to be like her.
Stone: I sure as fuck ain’t like my mom.
Giulia: Music to my ears. Well, now that we’re definitely agreed on that, I think we have to get together to stop our fucking Old Men from thinking we’re like the last gen of bitches. They ain’t about to ride over us.
Me: Maverick doesn’t ride roughshod over me. If he did, I don’t think we’d be here today.
Stone: I’ll be by shortly, honey. To help explain everything. I hate that prick Beau.
Tiffany: If ever there was a man who didn’t deserve the name.
Me: Why? What’s it mean?
Lily: It’s French for handsome.
Me: Oh dear, yes, that’s a very poorly fitting name.
Giulia: Hahaha. Dude got burned by Alessa. That’s how you know he’s an ugly motherfucker. Don’t think I’ve ever heard you insult someone before, babe.
Me: Well, I’m no angel. I’m sure me and Maverick will be insulting each other before the day is out. He’s getting tired and I don’t blame him. He’s starting to snipe. I’m going to try to keep him calm but I don’t know if that’s doable.
Me: He’s been in and out of different scans all day. Dr. Beau is really taking this to the limit.
Me: I’d say he thinks Maverick will change his mind before he gets all the data he needs.
Stone: Probably. This is his pet project. I know for a fact he’s been working with the Jets, trying to create some kind of special helmet or something.
Stone: It’s all the talk around the wards.
Giulia: You guys really know how to live it up.
Stone: Sure do.
Me: What are the Jets?
Tiffany: Football team.
Me: Oh. Why?
Stone: Football players suffer with CTE a lot. Didn’t Beau explain that? I thought he had.
Stone: Anyway, they get it a lot from all the trauma to their heads during the game.
Stone: He’s trying to figure out how to pay off his student debts before he’s forty, I think.
Indy: She’s being sarcastic, Alessa.
Stone: Actually, I wasn’t. I meant it.
Indy: So you’re talking to me again?
Stone: Only to tell you you’re WRONG.
Indy: *flips two birds at you*
Stone: I take your two fingers and snap them. Without setting them after. >.>
Indy: That’s mean.
Stone: I know it is. It’s a BETRAYAL. Seeing how you’re good with betrayals, figured you’d be okay with that too.
Indy: For fuck’s sake, it isn’t like I haven’t told you everything else!
Giulia: Just wait while I grab some popcorn. This sounds interesting.
Indy: Fuck off, Giulia. Stone, you’re really starting to piss me off.
Stone: Tough shit.
Me: Tink opened the gate for the sniper who helped detonate the bomb.
Okay, so that wasn’t the best timing for revealing such a sorry piece of information, but I liked Stone. She’d helped me and the others back at the start, and she was always working right now. I’d barely seen her since the blast, and I knew she was doing too much because she was still recuperating from her own injuries while working long shifts.
As for Indy, I didn’t know her so well, but I knew that both women were old friends. Old friends shouldn’t be at each other’s throats like this.
Giulia: Say what?
Stone: Are you fucking kidding me, Alessa?
Indy: Those goddamn clubwhores. I hate the fucking bitches. I shit ‘em all.
Giulia: I’d say that sounds uncomfortable, but now isn’t the time for laughing matters.
Giulia: Alessa, how did you figure that out?
Me: Lodestar was showing Maverick a rundown of what happened the night of the blast.
Me: