Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction ❯ Past/Present/Future ❯ Down the Drain ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Opium_Princess 
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Romance / | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.28.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 271 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Cowboy Bebop Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Mystery / Romance / | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 09.28.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 271 | Status: Completed
Down the Drain
Lavender engulfed my senses as I worked the lather into my scalp. I always liked the shampoo. It never had a label, it wasn't brand-named. It was just a clear plastic bottle with LAVENDER scribbled across the front in delicate silver cursive letters. Then a tiny logo at the bottom along with "Made with natural botanicals."
I scrubbed my hair with the thick sweet smelling soap, closing my eyes to make sure nothing got into them. After about 5 minutes of washing, I let the water rinse through my violet hair. I pressed my hands along my scalp to make sure all of it got out and looked down at the drain as hot water pounded on my skin. I watched the white suds against the gray shower-floor. It was like seeing a Hurricane from above. Water flowed over my breasts, broke into tributaries and down my legs. I pressed my hands against the cold tile walls, recalling what happened last time I was in here. When my memory came rushing back into my head. Afterwards, I started to get into the habits of taking baths. I closed my eyes and tried to relive the moment. 'Maybe I can remember something more,' I said to myself, water flowed into my mouth. All I saw was darkness. Then the same thing. Myself standing by the sea, a class room, me running and the accident. I could remember the shock of everyone as the ship jerked violently and it got real quiet expect for a few screams. Some ladies that worked on the ship fell into the aisle. The polite came on 'Please, everyone be calm. We are having slight difficulties.' And I remember me, trying to be brave. Probably telling myself it was nothing, everything will be fine. Then another jerk, and a violent quake. Everyone screamed when they saw the engines of the ship explode. Fire and debris floated past my window. The oxygen masks dropped down from the compartment above. Before I had time to scream, to pray, or cry or anything. My window cracked, and the view of the moon split into two pieces. Everyone's' screams was lost into space. It was weird, just like God had a huge remote control and just decided to press MUTE, and the sound cut off immediately. I remember things floating around. The tightness of my throat from no air. Then just darkness. Nothing but darkness. And then suddenly a bright blinding like.
"Hmm.."
"One of the Victims from that horrible accident. Flight 45609."
"Oh?"
"The engines exploded. Something had got into the pipes, a piece of metal or something. It hit against the metal, made one little spark and the whole ship caught on fire. Someone had loaded illegal explosives in the cargo bay was well.
"Damn Shame. All those people lost their lives."
"This one is alive though. Actually, in pretty good condition."
"Beautiful Too."
The 5 doctors all stood around the seemingly lifeless body. Blood soaked the white clothes they had covering it up.
"Her blood pressure is critically low. The patient's blood type is rare, we hardly have any in stock." A nurse said anxiously.
"Even if we did have blood, she wouldn't be able to make it. She went without air for more then 10 minutes, her lungs filled with blood. Not only that, but critical brain damage. She's gone."
A loud but slow machine beeps nearby. A green light moves up every-so-often, showing that her heart still tries to beat.
"Her family is willing to pay for the FSHH treatment. They have enough money to last her over 6 decades."
"Frozen Suspension Hyperbolic Hibernation treatment? Do you think we'll even be able to bring her back alive later on?"
"Yes, They are working on treatments for literally bringing people from the dead."
"Then it's settled. Give them the paperwork to fill out. We'll pump her lungs and put her onto life-support and have her put into Hibernation until their is a way to repair her brain. I'm particularly worried about her memory, since that is the region most of the damages are, but I'm sure the future doctors will be able to help this young lady out. If she could survive that accident, she most likely can survive this one."
When I snapped back to reality, I was curled up in the corner of the shower. The water had long ago run cold, and my fingers were wrinkled like white raisins. I was a little shaky, remembering all that happened in such detail. I really relived it, I felt the pain, heard the screams. I turned the water off and grabbed my pink fluffily towel. Wrapping it around me and slipping on my house-shoes, I glanced in the mirror. My looked a little pale. It didn't even look like me standing there, maybe somebody else. I felt as if I was looking into the eyes of a ghost. I turned from my reflection and ran into my room. The ship was quiet, and I wondered momentarily where Jet and Ms. Song was. I didn't bother changing into clothes, or even dry off. I just dried my hair out and slipped naked under the covers. My body shivered like I was freezing to death, but my skin felt hot as fire. Just the thought of those doctors standing over me, looking like ghosts coming to take me away. The pain was so intense that my whole body went numb, I could fell the coldness of the table and the white scratchy sheets stained with my own bright red blood, fading slowly to a burgundy brown color. It was like somebody put my life in a VCR and just pressed rewind. The fight with Jet, meeting Christina, the fight with Spike, laying in his arms, seeing Julia, Gren, Vicious, the time I was in the shower and my memories came back, right up until I was waking up into the hospital bed from when they awoken me from being froze. And suddenly, my past seemed like my past was my present and my present was my past.
I didn't even know where I was. I just curled up into my bed, hugging an extra pillow, crying and sobbing until I fell asleep. Luckily for me, I didn't have any dreams that night. My brain was probably too confused to come up with any. I pressed the pillow closer to my face and inhaled, subconsciously. It smelled like him. Colonge..and sweat
Lavender engulfed my senses as I worked the lather into my scalp. I always liked the shampoo. It never had a label, it wasn't brand-named. It was just a clear plastic bottle with LAVENDER scribbled across the front in delicate silver cursive letters. Then a tiny logo at the bottom along with "Made with natural botanicals."
I scrubbed my hair with the thick sweet smelling soap, closing my eyes to make sure nothing got into them. After about 5 minutes of washing, I let the water rinse through my violet hair. I pressed my hands along my scalp to make sure all of it got out and looked down at the drain as hot water pounded on my skin. I watched the white suds against the gray shower-floor. It was like seeing a Hurricane from above. Water flowed over my breasts, broke into tributaries and down my legs. I pressed my hands against the cold tile walls, recalling what happened last time I was in here. When my memory came rushing back into my head. Afterwards, I started to get into the habits of taking baths. I closed my eyes and tried to relive the moment. 'Maybe I can remember something more,' I said to myself, water flowed into my mouth. All I saw was darkness. Then the same thing. Myself standing by the sea, a class room, me running and the accident. I could remember the shock of everyone as the ship jerked violently and it got real quiet expect for a few screams. Some ladies that worked on the ship fell into the aisle. The polite came on 'Please, everyone be calm. We are having slight difficulties.' And I remember me, trying to be brave. Probably telling myself it was nothing, everything will be fine. Then another jerk, and a violent quake. Everyone screamed when they saw the engines of the ship explode. Fire and debris floated past my window. The oxygen masks dropped down from the compartment above. Before I had time to scream, to pray, or cry or anything. My window cracked, and the view of the moon split into two pieces. Everyone's' screams was lost into space. It was weird, just like God had a huge remote control and just decided to press MUTE, and the sound cut off immediately. I remember things floating around. The tightness of my throat from no air. Then just darkness. Nothing but darkness. And then suddenly a bright blinding like.
"Hmm.."
"One of the Victims from that horrible accident. Flight 45609."
"Oh?"
"The engines exploded. Something had got into the pipes, a piece of metal or something. It hit against the metal, made one little spark and the whole ship caught on fire. Someone had loaded illegal explosives in the cargo bay was well.
"Damn Shame. All those people lost their lives."
"This one is alive though. Actually, in pretty good condition."
"Beautiful Too."
The 5 doctors all stood around the seemingly lifeless body. Blood soaked the white clothes they had covering it up.
"Her blood pressure is critically low. The patient's blood type is rare, we hardly have any in stock." A nurse said anxiously.
"Even if we did have blood, she wouldn't be able to make it. She went without air for more then 10 minutes, her lungs filled with blood. Not only that, but critical brain damage. She's gone."
A loud but slow machine beeps nearby. A green light moves up every-so-often, showing that her heart still tries to beat.
"Her family is willing to pay for the FSHH treatment. They have enough money to last her over 6 decades."
"Frozen Suspension Hyperbolic Hibernation treatment? Do you think we'll even be able to bring her back alive later on?"
"Yes, They are working on treatments for literally bringing people from the dead."
"Then it's settled. Give them the paperwork to fill out. We'll pump her lungs and put her onto life-support and have her put into Hibernation until their is a way to repair her brain. I'm particularly worried about her memory, since that is the region most of the damages are, but I'm sure the future doctors will be able to help this young lady out. If she could survive that accident, she most likely can survive this one."
When I snapped back to reality, I was curled up in the corner of the shower. The water had long ago run cold, and my fingers were wrinkled like white raisins. I was a little shaky, remembering all that happened in such detail. I really relived it, I felt the pain, heard the screams. I turned the water off and grabbed my pink fluffily towel. Wrapping it around me and slipping on my house-shoes, I glanced in the mirror. My looked a little pale. It didn't even look like me standing there, maybe somebody else. I felt as if I was looking into the eyes of a ghost. I turned from my reflection and ran into my room. The ship was quiet, and I wondered momentarily where Jet and Ms. Song was. I didn't bother changing into clothes, or even dry off. I just dried my hair out and slipped naked under the covers. My body shivered like I was freezing to death, but my skin felt hot as fire. Just the thought of those doctors standing over me, looking like ghosts coming to take me away. The pain was so intense that my whole body went numb, I could fell the coldness of the table and the white scratchy sheets stained with my own bright red blood, fading slowly to a burgundy brown color. It was like somebody put my life in a VCR and just pressed rewind. The fight with Jet, meeting Christina, the fight with Spike, laying in his arms, seeing Julia, Gren, Vicious, the time I was in the shower and my memories came back, right up until I was waking up into the hospital bed from when they awoken me from being froze. And suddenly, my past seemed like my past was my present and my present was my past.
I didn't even know where I was. I just curled up into my bed, hugging an extra pillow, crying and sobbing until I fell asleep. Luckily for me, I didn't have any dreams that night. My brain was probably too confused to come up with any. I pressed the pillow closer to my face and inhaled, subconsciously. It smelled like him. Colonge..and sweat