Fighting FiresFighting FiresFighting Fires by *RazielTwelve
The words seemed to come from far away.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you’re getting hurt on purpose.”
Fang knew that voice. There was a hint of concern in it and no small amount of exasperation. It was easy to picture the speaker in her head. Dr Lightning Farron wasn’t the sort of woman people forgot. The last time that Fang had seen her, the good doctor had been dressed in a charcoal pantsuit with a white coat and a frown.
Apparently, Lightning had found out about Fang’s early return to work from a broken leg, and she hadn’t been the least bit happy about it. Lightning had scolded her like an errant schoolgirl and called Fang’s superiors to inform her that, no, she wasn’t ready to return to work yet.
Fang hadn’t known whether to admire Lightning’s guts or strangle her. In the end, she’d settled for teasing the doctor until she’d stormed off in a huff. Good times.