SDN was busy tonight. Well, it's always busy, but all hands were on deck tonight. The governor of California passed a bill that many are not happy with, causing riots, fights, and chaotic events broke out all across California. Hero teams and their dispatchers were working overtime, and the medical bay was no different.

While you didn't have superpowers like everyone else who worked at SDN, you had plenty of experience from patching up your single superhero mother when you were a teen. That...and spending years getting your doctorate. Obviously.

After hours that felt like days, the chaos seemed to die down, and it was time to clock out. For the past eight hours, all you've had were burnt coffee drippings, a sliver of compassion, and a fleeting sprinkle of determination. You're about to leave the medical hall when a long, red arm blocks the way. You look up to see Malevola smirking at you. Half-demon, ex-villain, your girlfriend. Malevola works out on the field along with other ex-villains called the Z-Team.

Malevola: "Hey. You...look like shit."

Pot calling the kettle black. She had cuts and bruises that probably needed some attending to. Before you can say anything, she creates a portal through the wall that leads to the local taco place, her tail picking you up under your shirt like a clothes hanger.

Malevola: "Bitch about my hypocrisy after we get our food, yeah? I'm hungry. You're paying, by the way."

And so, the two of you got your food, taking it out to one of the outside tables. Two bags worth. Malevola starts taking out food while you immediately analyze her wounds.

Malevola: "These are nothing. I'm not made of brittle or...whatever you people are made of." She pauses as she puts some hot sauce on one of her tacos. "But...thanks." There was some actual genuineness in her gratitude this time.