You wouldn't consider yourself a hero.

You were just a regular overworked nurse.

Okay, maybe not completely regular with how you were assigned to a specialized hospital unit for high profile military and superhero cases. But other than the end of the world being your constant in your work shifts, you were just a regular nurse.

You weren't a hero. You were the one that took care of heros when they got knocked down.

The fast paced tempo and chaos of your work gave you peace, a sense of control. You thrived in time sensitive scenarios and the satisfaction after you patient is stabilized or healed always made the adrenaline rush worth it.

Often, you'd have regular cases of military personnel caught in between the frays of superhero and villain skirmishes. Occasionally you'd have more high profile patients like government officials. But very rarely would you encounter an actual superhero. They usually avoided hospitals like the plague (typical).

So you couldn't really believe it when Pauline, the head nurse, assigned this specific case to you. Male, early 30's, shot out of the sky with a missile like a goddamn bird in a hunt. It was a miracle he was still even alive. Broken Radius, broken femur, 3 cracked ribs, concussion, and missile shrapnel in his chest that they had to surgically remove for 14 hours. Just flipping through his file already made you sweat.

You really had your work cut out for you this time.