It had been some time since Nyasa Freeman gave up her days as an EMT, and never did she think anyone would ever require her services again, but then she’d be wrong. That was starting to become a common thread in her life, she noted, and just when she thought she had her problems with the Negaverse and her role in it figured out, something had to rear its ugly head and just tell her how wrong she was.

She didn’t necessarily believe that she was right all the time. Theoretically, it just wasn’t possible for one single person to be right all of the time. She was human, despite what she wanted others to believe, and she was a human that unfortunately had enough time in medical training to know that when someone was in need, she could not walk away from them. Unless they were a Senshi or Knight, in which case she would have been more than happy to put them out of their misery.

What stumbled across her path was a wounded lieutenant, not one that she immediately recognized, but his attire and code of arms was clear as day to see, even to her civilian eye. More important than that, the wound he suffered and the blood that seeped out of that wound drew her attention more, and Nyasa didn’t once hesitate. Even when the lieutenant looked up at her and reached, either begging for help or trying to drain her energy if he thought it would save him, she was thinking of all the necessary steps to take to dress the wound and get him to a hospital.

There was no one else in the streets, and any fear of being caught transforming simply did not cross her mind, as she threw caution to the wind. It only took a moment for Nyasa to become Mica, and just in time as she was able to catch him before he hit the filthy pavement. There was no fear in her voice, and whatever warmth that might have been there was forced, to keep the injured lieutenant from panicking and making his wound and matter worse. “I have you now, calm down. I’m going to take care of you.”

He was trying to speak, but she could tell that his body was going into shock, and she silenced his pathetic attempts to talk, pulling him into the alley he had emerged from and trying to keep him and herself out of prying eyes. There was no one on the streets, yet, but it just wasn’t worth the risk. “You can trust me. I’m an EMT.”

She conveniently left out the ‘former’ or ‘used to be’ part, figuring that it wouldn’t do much to instow faith in him. This seemed to calm him down slightly, just enough so that she could do her work without having him clawing at her and screaming. She wasn’t sure what had caused the wound, or who had inflicted the poor lieutenant, but truthfully she didn’t care. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting the wound wrapped up and taking him to the hospital, where the real doctors could help him. Out here, she was without tools or supplies, and no amount of kind words would be enough to keep the patient calm. She pulled off her hood and rested it on top of the the lieutenant’s face, and she abused her rank in hopes of cutting through that fear and rising panic she saw, as she said sharply, “Power down. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. This wound won’t kill you, and your identity will be safe with me.”

Whether it was the hood or her promise that got through to him, it was uncertain, but he obeyed without question, and she remained in her powered state, as she worked on dressing the wound as swiftly as possible and lifting him into her arms. She wished she could have done more for him, and maybe she could have, but for now, she’d have to leave him in the hands of the trained professionals… and not the one that flaked out. She allowed none of this doubt to be seen or heard, as her voice was strong and steady. At least the ability to remain calm and level-headed during emergencies had not escaped her memory. “You’re going to be alright now. You’re in good hands.”

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