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Bitter Pills

Summary:

Elena is a secret agent. Has been for the last couple of years, which isn't a very long time for her, considering she's quite literally immortal thanks to the demonic entity in her mind.
The SO - Secret Organization - focuses on the rehabilitation of mutants, whether it be "villains" or other lost souls that haven't found their place yet. Lately, a high number of injured mutant children that seem to have been under the influence of some strange substance keep flooding into the headquarters, much to the distaste of Jasper, the SO's doctor.

Notes:

Author’s Note
This story originally began as a roleplay project. The chapters you’re reading have been translated from German into English. That’s also why the writing style might shift here and there—since two people were involved in creating it.

At the start, the chapters are fairly short, but the further the story progresses, the longer and more detailed the texts become. So if you stick around, it will definitely be worth it.

Chapter Text

The artificially blue glow of the computer screen shone harshly against him, the only source of light in his office. The vital signs of his newest patient looked better – which didn’t necessarily mean much, since the brat had been half-dead when they dragged her in here – but at least he had managed to prevent the worst.

Jasper sighed, leaned back in his black office chair, and let his gaze wander to the ostentatious digital clock on his desk.

01:34

He still had a little more than six hours until his assistant would arrive and pester him with pointless questions. Who was supposed to get which pills, whether there was a surgery scheduled today, what his desktop background was supposed to represent – and countless more. He had already written the young woman a list of things she absolutely needed to know. Well, not everyone was satisfied with that.

Jas was abruptly torn from his thoughts when someone suddenly flipped the light switch and flooded the entire room with brightness. Reflexively, he narrowed his eyes and turned his head toward the open door, ready to snap at the uninvited and discourteously late visitor. But that didn’t happen, once he realized who was disturbing him at this hour.

“You do know it’s not consultation hours, right?”