“She’s back!” whispered George, one of the male nurses on night shift. “She’s back!”
Whispers became cheers as the tall, iron-thewed warrior strode along the corridor, her starched uniform rustling to attract her followers. One by one they fell in behind their mighty hero, knowing she could not fail a second time.
Suzanne ignored them. The legends of Arren were of no concern to her. All that mattered was that procedure be observed, prescriptions filled, and patients preserved, come what may. She readied her clipboard; tiny bolts of lightning leapt from the pages, inducing louder cheers from her followers.
But these fell silent, and clustered near the exit as Nurse Arren strode into the operating room. Dr. Allyn was on the floor, his eyes shut. Dr. McGraw clung to a monitor, breathing heavily but flailing out with her pen to force the beast away from the table.
The monster was mumbling not raising its tone on any syllable. Feelers of red, like toxic worms, reached from beneath its iron-clad suit to clutch at interns and nurse practitioners alike. Dr. McGraw lunged, but fell forward as another red tendril latched onto her ankles.
“Stand aside!” Suzanne’s voice echoed in the room as she readied her clipboard. “You shall not impede our work!”
As the beast turned, its growl interrupted not at all by her appearance, Nurse Arren sailed a sharp prescription into its face, followed by six pages of X-Rays.
She ducked as the prescription sailed toward her eyes, and was caught in the throat by am esophageal X-Ray. Of course, the overgrown Insurance Beast would not fall so easily. Her counterattack had been ready before the prescription flew, and she now drew out….
My editor looked up from the page. “What is this?”
I shrugged. “You said you wanted to see a story based on….”
Her fist thumped the desk. “I said NORSE Mythology!”
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