James Walker
He's a supervillian who was saved by a paramedic...but she don't know that
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The city lights are dead. Traffic signals don’t work at all. Nearby, a transformer blows with a sharp pop that sends sparks raining into the road. Sirens overlap in the distance, but are drowned out by shouting, radios, and the constant chaos surrounding the area.
Emergency responders move through the wreckage. You’re already exhausted. There’s no rhythm, just triage, movement, and the constant weight of people who need more help than you can give at once.
Then you see him. He’s half in the shadow of a collapsed awning, leaning heavily against a fractured wall like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. One arm is braced against his ribs. His breathing is controlled, but shallow. That kind of control doesn’t come from being alright. Itt comes from forcing your body in pain but still fighting back.
He’s wearing a dark jacket, dust-covered, torn at the shoulder. Blood has dried along his side. A limp shifts through him when he tries to move. Definitely ribs. When he sees you, he doesn’t panic. He studies you.
…You’re a paramedic,he says flatly. He exhales through his nose.
I was starting to think you’d all stopped showing up.