Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Immortality ❯ Soup Fluff and Talk of Carrot-Cake ( Chapter 7 )

Immortality

 

By. DemonGirl-Setsuna

 

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DemonGirl-Setsuna: Hi there! Setsuna here!

 

Wow, Seven Chapters…

All typed from my brain, and posted!

*Yawns* Man, I'm tired…

 

Not to mention, I cried while reading a fanfic titled; `Angels Deserve to Die' by Social Moon, in the Final Fantasy section. *Sniffles* Poor Vincent…*Sniffles*

 

Ritalin_writer is of course, still ignoring me…*Sighs*

 

Oh well…

 

Here is Chapter 7!

 

Please Enjoy!

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy.

 

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Ch. 7

 

Soup Fluff and Talk of Carrot-Cake

 

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Two Days Later…

 

 

 

Vincent sat up-right in his bed, looking a little worn out with an IV in his arm, as he fought to keep his hand from shaking as he tried to eat his soup.

 

“Damn it…”, he curses under his breath as the soup spilled out of the spoon.

 

“Having a hard time feeding yourself still?”, Dietrich mocks, sitting in a chair across the room from him.

 

“I'd like to see you try to feed yourself after barely having the energy to stay awake for a whole day…!”, he tiredly shouts, then breaks into a fit of coughs.

 

When he finishes coughing, he notices his spoon was neither in his hand, his bowl of soup, or on his tray, it was in Dietrich's hand; full of soup, in front of his mouth.

 

He hadn't noticed her getting up and come to his bed-side, taking his spoon from him.

 

“Here, let me help you…”, she states, moving the spoon closer to his mouth.

 

`Now I can see why Verdot sent her to aid me, he was right; she is the best besides me', he thinks, “Thank you…”, he whispers, opening his mouth to allow the spoon into it.

 

“You're welcome”, she says.

 

“The soup is actually pretty good, when you're not spilling most of it onto yourself”, he replies, genuinely smiling as the light caught his eyes in such a way that they appeared to be crimson flames intermingled with orange and yellow flames.

 

They actually sparkled with life she hadn't seen in them before, they had her mesmerized.

 

“You alright?”, Vincent asks, turning his head slightly, but enough for his eyes to no longer reflect the light.

 

“Yeah, I'm fine…”, she replies, snapping out of her trance.

 

“You sure?”

 

“Yeah, nothing's wrong!”, she smiles.

 

“Huh…?”, he mutters, confusion all over his face.

 

“I'll go bring these dishes to the kitchen, and be right back”, she says, taking the tray as she leaves, `The confusion on his face was priceless!', she thinks with a light chuckle.

 

 

 

 

 

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In the Kitchen…

 

 

 

 

“I have to do all the work just because Vincent is sick, and I haven't seen that freak Hojo in over three-days…”, she sighs, depositing the dishes into the sink, “Not that I mind covering for Vincent or anything, but the creep in the basement…”, she mutters to herself, `I don't want to know what he is doing, so long as he doesn't pull anything to put me, Lucrecia or Vincent in danger, Hojo can die in a fire for all I care', she thinks, scrubbing the bowl.

 

Suddenly, the ceiling above her head shakes with the sound of a thud.

 

“He must have collapsed trying to get out of bed again…”, she sighs, shaking her head.

 

“Dietrich!”, Vincent's voice rang out.

 

“Knew it…”, she mutters, drying her hands off on a hand-towel, `Probably needs help to get back into bed…', she thinks.

 

“Dietrich, come quick! Lucrecia has collapsed again!”, his voice shouts.

 

“Huh…?”, she gasps, “Crap…!”, she curses, bolting out the door.

 

 

 

 

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In Vincent's Room…

 

 

 

Vincent was kneeling on the floor with Lucrecia's head resting in his lap; trying not to pass out from having become lightheaded when he moved quickly to catch the female scientist, the IV rack had fallen over in his haste.

 

“Vincent, what happened?”, Dietrich asks, as she ran into the room.

 

“Lucrecia came in to check on the IV and how I was feeling, when she suddenly got lightheaded as she was walking towards me”, he explains.

 

Dietrich nods in understanding, “I'll put her into her bed, the pregnancy is taking a toll on her body with her working so hard…”, she says, `Not to mention the more stress she's taking on with the experiment on the baby…', she mentally adds, not wanting to tell Vincent that the experiment is the real reason for her collapse.

 

“Take her to her room, if you please”, he replies, laying a hand down on the floor to maintain his balance.

 

Dietrich gently lifts the unconscious doctor off the floor and carries her from the room, and when Dietrich returns ten minutes later, she notices Vincent holding his arm in pain, a trail of blood streaming down it.

 

She looks over at the IV rack and sees the IV-needle laying on the floor, a tiny puddle of blood pooled around it intermingling with the fluid from the IV bag. Vincent had accidentally torn the IV out when he had jumped out of bed to cushion Lucrecia's fall.

 

`Worrying about the safety and the well-being of other's before himself', she thinks, grabbing a bandage from the first-aid kit and walks over to him, “Show me your arm, so I can see how bad the injury is”, she says.

 

He uncovers his arm and shows her it; the needle had torn a cm-wide hole in his arm when it was forcefully pulled from it's place.

 

“It's not too bad, it just hurts more than it looks…”, she reassures, tightly wrapping the bandage around his arm, “ You shouldn't move your arm for a while though, until the injury heals”, she adds.

 

He just nods, “So… So how is Lucrecia doing…?”, he asks.

 

“She's sleeping…”

 

“Good…”, came his response.

 

“I have a question”.

 

“What is it?”

 

“What is your opinion on experimentation on humans?”

 

“Huh?”, he gasps, taken back by her question.

 

“I just want to know your thoughts on the subject”.

 

“I don't know how to put it into words, exactly… But all I can say is it is inhumane and rape of the natural-world, because if we were to have super-strength or something similar, we would born with it, not injected with it…”, he says.

 

“What about robotic-limbs to replace a lost hand or arm?”

 

“That is different, the fake limb is to replace something lost that is needed by someone”.

 

“Okay…”, she mutters, “Oh yeah, one more thing”.

 

“What?”

 

“Sorry about your carrot-cake…”

 

“My carrot-cake?”, he asks, confusion plastered on his face.

 

“I had to eat it before it got stale, I'm sorry you didn't get any of it”.

 

“It's alright…”

 

 

 

 

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DemonGirl-Setsuna: Well? What did you think? Please review!

 

Ritalin_writer has once again driven me into insanity, but not from ignoring me!

No…

She is driving me crazy by singing one to the English opening theme songs to `Pokemon'!

 

Ritalin_writer: *Hums Theme Song*

 

Setsuna: Knock It Off Ritalin_writer!

 

*Rubs temples* I need a soda… A two-litter bottle…

 

Join me when I post the next chapter!

 

Catch you readers next time!