(Once again, uploaded on ye olde lunch break.)

Because I'm a moron, I've been throwing around pieces of Jaime Maxton's story without actually telling anyone how it all began. Mea culpa!

This here is the first-draft, hideously inaccurate, laughably-written first chapter of the first book of Jaime's story. It shows the first moments when she met a certain feathery gent, inadvertently getting herself mired in . . . well, that'd be telling.

A couple of notes. First, I'm aware that the medical lingo and procedures in this chapter are absolutely shitty; I'm in the middle of a pile of research, including interviewing friends and family in the nursing profession, but I haven't nearly gotten it right yet. This is an unfinished product, uploaded purely because some people asked to see what I had; please don't judge it too harshly.

Secondly, Jaime swears in Spanish. I've had a lot of trouble finding out how to draw the lines in her character--just how much her mixed background might affect her beliefs and behaviors, that sort of thing. I actually took the example of my own mother for her language here: my mom is multilingual and has a pretty sharp temper at times, but if there was a swearing occasion, she would use French or German obscenities that us kids wouldn't understand. (Granted, all that meant was that I grew up learning more obscenities. Love my mom. ) Jaime does something similar, which you'd see more of in later chapters--knowing that most of her coworkers weren't raised bilingual, it's an easy way to sneak some bad language past her supervisors. The phrase "hijo de puta" is, according to my research, roughly cognizant to "son of a bitch" or "son of a whore."

Content warning on this for some pretty straightforward talk about gut wounds.

Jaime Maxton, Mr. Fenix, etc (c) *2138