I was awoken by a gentle voice in my head and my cat nuzzling me. Good morning, M.D. You have work in half an hour.
I was on my feet, grabbing my clothes. “Thanks, Bobby.” Say what you will about alarm clocks; my cat was better.
I pulled on my sneakers, wolfed a quick breakfast, and bolted out. I left my gloves behind; I would grab a proper pair from Scorch and Flame when I got there.
As far as decent medical care went, the Paradox were the only game in town. It meant that they were doing well for themselves, but it also meant they always had work out the wazoo. The morning was still young, but the burnout clearing in front of the Paradox’s home that played as waiting area already had a few people in line.
I dashed by them, holding up the wooden tablet that marked me as junior healer, and came inside. Scorch and Flame were already at work, with Flame stitching up the injury of a child and Scorch marking their file.