ArchivedLogs:Interlude: Unprofessional

Interlude: Unprofessional
Dramatis Personae Hive, Iolaus
In Absentia	2013-01-12 Hive calls for a favor. (Set immediately following According to Plan and during No Hospitals)
Location Telephone
Ring, ring, ring. That would be Iolaus's phone. Ringing. Hive is calling. There is a whirring sound softly in the background as the other man picks up. "Get those results back to Doctor Richard, stat -- Hello, this is Iolaus." "Iolaus." On the other end, Hive has traffic-noises in the background. Siren-noises. He sounds flat against these backdrops, though. "Uh. Sorry. To bother you. But if you're planning to start this whole /thing/, do you know -- other doctors who work on mutants, too?" There is a pause at the other end. "Hive? -- Yes, of course. Several are planning to work for me." he pauses, the whirring sound slowing to a stop with a screech. "Why?" "There's been a thing. Down in the Village. A guy got shot," Hive says, lacking preamble. "He can't go to the hospital. Everyone I know is way the hell out of the city. This isn't very professional, but -- er. There's not all that /many/ people to call." Another pause. "Can't go to the hospital because he is a mutant, or can't go to the hospital because he got shot by a police officer?" The voice at the other end is tight, for a moment. "Mutant. Got shot by some fuckoff crackhead," Hive says with a lingering twinge of irritation. Most likely for his ruined dinner, and not for the shooting. Sighing, Iolaus makes a noise of assent. "Alright. Let me make some calls. If you think he's in danger of dying, get him to Mount Sinai, and have me paged. I'll see what I can do. I'll call you back." "Thanks." Hive sounds gruff, but genuine. "And sorry. Uh. Last time I took a friend to the hospital -- mmngh." He draws in a slow breath. "Thanks." The call comes back about ten minutes later. "Alright. I've got a doctor willing to help. Bring him to Mount Sinai Hospital, and call me. I'll get him inside and we'll get him treated." "Mount Sinai. Check. Be soon, then." Hive hangs up without saying goodbye. Perhaps his rudeness can be excused by dint of Gunshot Wound.