Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Give Up ❯ Chapter 12 ( Chapter 12 )

I NEVER GIVE UP

By: AMCM74

Chapter 12

Mark opened his eyes and stared up at the bright lights. He tried to speak but his mouth was so dry. Bra was there, immediately looking done at him. He wanted to move his head but found he didn't have the strength.

"It's alright my love, I am here with you." Bra pushed back her hair and held his hand tighter. She blinked tears from her eyes and smiled down. Mark smiled at her weakly, as his eye fluttered. It was clear he was struggling and it caused her grave concern. "How are you feeling?"

Mark frowned and tried to speak. "Thirsty."

Bra looked around and instantly realized there was no water there for him. "One second." She looked over at the nurse who was taking his vitals periodically. "He is awake and he needs some thing to drink."

The nurse let the chart drop and turned from the monitors. She walked over to the bedside and looked Mark over. "Mr. Devero, how are you feeling?"

Mark flinched painfully and looked to Bra. It was clear that he was hoping that she would answer for him. Bra giggled nervously and let her hand trail through his hair. She looked into his eyes and answered. "He is thirsty."

"It could be the medication making him feel that way." The nurse took his arm and placed the cuff on it. "He has a continuous IV drip so I doubt he really dehydrated." She hit the button on the machine. It buzzed and the beeped at her. She tilted her head. "Let me try this thing again." To her self, she muttered, "That can't be right." Again it started then began it's frantic beeping.

Bra noted her nervous look. "What is it?" The nurse wrote in her chart,

"Nothing." She walked to the door "I will be back in just a few moments. I have to take these reading to the doctors on duty."

Bra followed her to the door and grabbed her arm. "Miss, I am not a fool. What is going on here."

The nurse shifted from one foot to the other "I am not allowed to take about these things. The doctor will..."

Bra growled "Doctor my ass, tell me what the hell you are hiding." She looked at Mark who was straining to hear.

"His blood pressure has been dropping slowly." The woman opened the door. "It just took a huge drop. HE might have a bleeder."

Bra paled. The nurse left and Bra remembered the ominous words of the doctor. "Because of your rare blood type there is just enough for the surgery. If you hemorrhage there will be little we can do for you."

"Bra?" She heard his voice so weak. She rushed to his side "What?" He looked up at her.

"She just went to get the doctor to look over your chart, honey. That's all." Bra said with a straight face, but the tears were starting to form.

Mark nodded and closed his eyes accepting her words. Bra looked down at him and felt the lump in her throat. Mark and she become more then just lovers. They were like best friends and losing him was like taking double damage. This was not happening. The nurse would come back and the doctor would tell her that everything was fine. That had to be it. As soon as the doctor get here it would be better.



Down in the waiting room. Bulma watched Trunks and Pan talking about Melody. The young woman had gone to see check on her mother's recovery. Gina had yet to regain consciousness and Melody wanted to be with her mother when she did.

"Mrs. Briefs?" Bulma turned to see Mark's surgeon standing close by with a somber expression fixed on his features. "We need to talk."

Bulma got a cold chill. Standing up she walked over to him unnoticed by Trunks and Pan. "Yes, is there something wrong?"

The man swallowed "I would like you to come with me. I have had time review Mr. Devero's charts." Bulma looked at the man in shock. "Your daughter is going to need you now."

"What are you saying?" Bulma whispered.

The man looked Bulma in the eyes with complete seriousness etched in them. "I hate this part of my job." He reached up and placed a hand on the back of his neck and looked to the ground. "I am sorry to tell you this, but we are losing Mr. Devero."

Bulma grabbed the wall as the room spun. She was horrified at the repercussions this meant for her only daughter.

Trunks was at her side in a flash. "Mom? What did he say?" Trunks looked in shock to his weak kneed mother as she waved Trunks away. The piercing blue came to the man next to them in a white coat "Tell me what you just said to her?"

"Mr. Briefs" The man started "I..."

Pan froze in her shock. She realized exactly what was happening and started screamed "NNNNOOO." She could tell by the look on the doctor's face. She rushed forward shaking hard. "Don't say it! Don't think it." Trunks released his mother just in time to pulled Pan back. "Mark can't die." She looked at Trunks with tears in her eyes and then buried her face in his chest and sobbed.

"Mr. Devero is having multiple complications. There is little we can do for him." It was the answer the doctor given them.

Bulma lifted her chin "I need to be with my daughter now."

The doctor looked to Trunks who was holding a frantic Pan. "I believe it would be best not to have to many distraction for Mr. Devero right now. He is as yet unaware of the situation. I would prefer to keep him like that to avoid any final trauma to his current condition."

Trunks merely nodded.



When Bulma stepped into the room Bra was holding Mark's hand and talking to him quietly. Looking up Bra smiled and then her face fell when she saw Bulma standing close beside the Doctor. "I thought they only wanted one of us up here at a time."

Bulma stood at the door "Bra, baby. Could I talk to you I the hall for a second."

Bra turned white and looked away from her mother so fast her hair flew with her movements "No." The word was short and curt as she reached down to rub the back of Mark's pale hand.

"Bra, Please." Bulma tried to remain calm.

Mark opened his eyes and sighed a bit "Go. Mom." It seemed to take supreme willpower for him to say those two words. Bra wanted to argue but she was worrying about his strength. If she raised a fuss it would only serve to weaken his further. Bra nodded in defeat and moved to her mother's side.

Turning in the door she added, "I will be back in just a few moments." She assured him with a look. Then she glared at the doctor who walked over and began speaking to Mark.

"Hurry this up, Mom," Bra looked through the door. "I want to be with him."

"You know don't you." Bulma said quietly.

"Know what?" Bra ignored the seriousness of Bulma's tone. She did know, but there was no way she would accept it.

"The doctor said that Mark is dying, baby." Bulma took her daughters shoulders and turned the girl to face her. "I want you to know we are all here for you."

"He is NOT!" Bra refused to believe it. "He is awake, mom. Didn't you see him!" she resisted any way and put her hand up by her head as she raged against the truth. "He is even talking. Does that sound like he is dying to you."

"BRA!" Bulma cried out willing her daughter to understand.

"SHUT UP!" Bra held her hand out to silence her mother. "I won't hear this. I won't! Mark is going to be fine. He is going to stay fine." The tears formed in her mother's eyes at Bra's adamant denial. "We are going to get married and have children to harass father. I might even decided to become a U.S. citizen after a few years and lots of begging on his part."

Bulma pulled back and slapped Bra across the face. "Damn it, Bra! He is dying in there and denying it is not going to stop the inevitable from happening. You have to stop denying it before it is to late."

Bra held hear check in her cupped hand. "Don't say that to me. I don't want to hear it!" She walked back in and saw the doctor looking up at her.

Mark sipped on some water the doctor held pout for him. Stopping Mark looked up at Bra. "Are you OK?" he asked

Bra grabbed her chest and felt like she was going to throw up. Here he was on deaths doorstep and he asked her how she was...