Another Emergency

[Morven]

The words had been an inflection of her own contemplation, not a question, though she did not stop him offering an answer. At first her lips tilted into a patient smile, a little amused, but the expression sloughed off cold and still by the time he finished. Autopsies? The sheer bitterness in his tone assured her he was not playing, no matter the previously joking nature of his grin. He believed what he said; that he had more value as a dissected corpse.

Fuck.

The final admission about his parents settled ice in her chest. Then anger. Her jaw flexed as she bit back a reaction that would hardly be considered professional.

"Fortunately, I'm not interested in seeing how you tick. I'm interested in keeping you alive."
She said the words tightly, like suggestion to the contrary was an affront. But it was a promise too, hastily made; she would not be readily handing his care over to anyone who placed more value on the tech in his brain than the body who housed it.

"This hospital in particular. We're state funded."
She slipped the tablet back under her arm and considered leaving it at that. Morven was not concerned with keeping her own secret, but she did not want to offer false hope, either. She'd rather speak with Ephraim first, then realised with a curse that she was seriously considering his offer. Though Sage's fears cast a new angle to consider ... and perhaps a greater need for her involvement. She frowned, paused, then finally spoke.

"There's another option, but it's not one I could offer you as a doctor. How much do you know about the Ascendants and their power?"