InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Chemical Romance ❯ Tears of an angel ( Chapter 10 )

Ritalin_writer: soooo…..what's up docs? Can't say much other than you have a very happy author right now….

 

~~~Last time~~~

With a heavy sigh Kagome found herself at room 106, her heart skipped a beat as she contemplated what she might find upon entering. Her brother with stubs where his leg used to be, or worse he was dead?

 

With a lump welling in her throat she twisted the cold metal knob, not knowing what she would find on the other side…

 

~~~Now~~~

 

The florescent lighting nearly blinded her as she walked into the room, the dread she thought she had fought off had returned tenfold and only worsened as she saw the figure lying in bed.

 

Souta was connected to a respirator and even though she wasn't certified in the medical field as a nursing practitioner or a doctor she knew fairly well that his pulse was weak. The right side of his face was bandaged, leaving only one eye visible. His left leg made her breath hitch, catching in her throat as she stared at the remainder of it.

 

The arteries in his legs along with the tendons must have been beyond repair and they had amputated what they had to leaving the knee intact but otherwise there was nothing left of that appendage.

 

“Oh Souta…”

 

An angel is crying…An angel is crying for someone…An angel is crying for those that are hurt…Am I that angel?

 

Kagome seemed to finally acknowledge the other presences in the room. Her mother was by the window her eyes almost invisible under her short black hair that was gradually losing its luster from age, stress and worry. She was wearing her favorite white sweater that her father had given her, one of the few remnants their father had left. She wore a pale yellow blouse beneath and a beige skirt.

 

Her face was not as cheerful as she remembered it to be and she seemed utterly miserable as she looked out the window, watching the rain fall…

 

Watching an angel cry…

 

“Mom…” she whispered, the word chocked from her as she tried to reregister her motor skills in vain, wanting to collapse right in the doorway but unable to find even that strength to fall.

 

The woman turned her head, eyes weary and sullen, as if years or toiling had led to nothing but sadness. Those eyes that seemed to stare right through you see you for what you are and then leaving to ponder what they'd seen.

 

Those eyes that know you…Those eyes that cried for you…Those eyes that loved you…Those eyes that an angel had when they cried…

 

Are you that angel…?

 

“Kagome, how are you feeling?” Her mother asked a small smile creasing her face as she sat up to look at her daughter. Kagome wasn't sure how to begin to answer. So much had happened in so little time she could barely begin to process the events and then put them into words that would be coherent.

 

“Fine mom, just fine” She replied averting her gaze because she couldn't stand to look at her mother and not cry herself. Instead she willed her legs to continue functioning, marching over to a chair and sitting beside her mother comforting and trying to gain comfort as they looked at the boy in the bed whose chances of normal living had been diminished.

 

“An angel is crying…”

 

Those words that had continually repeated themselves in her head came to life…Why did it sound so familiar…

 

“I used to tell you that poem everyday when you were little.” Her mother said.

 

“Do you remember them?” Kagome asked never removing her head from the shoulder of the woman that loved them dearly.

 

“Yes. I remember them so clearly now when other times I'd have forgotten. The one thing my mother told me…” The older woman wrapped her arms around her daughter cradling her as if she was once again a child in need of tenderness.

 

“An angel is crying for you and me

That angel is watching us can't you see?

It laughs, it loves, it hates like we do

But it also gets sad, just like us too

 

When you hurt, I hurt, and it hurts as well

When you laugh, I laugh and it laughs like a bell

Everything you feel we feel together

And what it feels reflects in the weather

 

So when it rains those crystal tears

Forget your worries, forget your fears

And remember an angel is crying too

An angel is crying for me and you.”

 

Kagome absorbed those words of wisdom.

 

An angel is crying…An angel is crying for someone…An angel is crying for those that are hurt…We are those angels…

 

And as if to shatter the harmony the angry beeping of the respirator tore through the air adamantly, beckoning them to pay attention. Their gazes moved immediately towards the machine and where the sloppy waves that conveyed a pulse had now become a straight flat line.

 

“Oh no,”

 

“Souta!”

 

Kagome rushed to the door, her mother surveying her child whose chest had ceased its consistent rise and fall indicating life.

 

“Nurse! Nurse help!” Kagome shouted out the door, gaining the attention of nearly every physician on the wing and causing three to bolt for her door and stagger into the room.

 

A nurse grasped her mother by the arms, attempting to pull her away so that the remaining two could attempt to revive the dying boy. Hysterical Kagome's mother seemed oblivious and began to fight them, as if she were trying to escape death itself.

 

“Mom calm down! They're trying to help Souta!” Kagome assured gathering her mother as best she could. Trying to be gentle and at the same time firm enough to hold the woman that was breaking down in her arms.

 

“Nurse, get them out of here.” The doctor instructed and unwillingly the two women were sent out.

 

“My little boy, my little boy is dying and I can't do anything…” she whimpered, voice rasping and heavy with strain. Kagome cradled her as she had done and rubbed her back, trying to soothe her. She wished her brother would wake up soon with that goofy grin and say he was alright. She wished she could go back to a normal life. She wished Inuyasha was around to protect her again…

 

~~~Elsewhere~~~

 

Inuyasha trudged almost mindlessly through the dampened roads that had once been concrete, however, thanks to demon ingenuity they had ripped up the tar that had paved the roads and sidewalks and had grown grass. The feeling had become as natural to him as it did to a human child walking on the sturdy structure of concrete.

 

The torrent of rain from above had washed away most of the blood, what remained were diluted splashes of pink and his hair was mostly clean.

 

Eyes barely registering where his feet were going as he trailed along like a lost puppy, searching for something it might never find.

 

“Well Inuyasha, it's definitely been a while since I've seen you like this. The last time you came around reeking of blood had been fifty years ago. What pray tell happened this time?” The voice that interrupted his thoughts was deep and masculine, one that he knew quite well as a figure emerged from the concealment of the shadows.

 

A raven haired man looking inconspicuous as he sat on the ground with a beach umbrella propped up. His hair was short and only tickled the nape of his neck where he'd fashioned a ponytail. Blue gray eyes that matched the rain stared into the flaxen orbs of the half demon.

 

Wearing a rather outdated black and blue kimono the demon sitting before him looked like a monk. And with the staff sticking in the ground and the way he sat, cross legged and in a praying position, one might make that mistake.

 

“What are you doing here Miroku?” Inuyasha growled regaining very little of his composure as he approached the demon.

 

Miroku looked straight into the hanyou's eyes almost as if to see beyond the curtain that had been pulled. “That should be my question to you. You usually don't come to this place unless it's to request a favor from Hachi or me.”

 

“That's why I'm here…”

 

~~~Elsewhere~~~

Kagome held her silent mother in her arms as they sat in the lounge awaiting news from the doctor. It had been only ten minutes ago since they'd been rushed out and were sent to sit here, but it felt like eternity.

 

The sobs had quieted and the silence of the hospital was uncanny as the minutes, second and milliseconds ticked by.

 

“Mrs. Higurashi?” the doctor aiding Souta poked his head over the corner looking at the two raven haired women with a sullen gaze.

 

“Mom wake up, the doctor's here to see us.” Kagome said, gently shaking the woman into a semi conscious state. She looked dazed for a moment as if she couldn't figure out where exactly she was and then noticing the nearly entirely white lounge she seemed to recall the ordeal.

 

“My son? What's wrong with my son?” she said attempting to get to her feet but Kagome wisely restrained the woman. In her present state she looked so distraught she might harm herself or worse the doctor.

 

The man sighed moving completely into view and clutching a folder as he read from it.

 

“Your son has gone into cardiac arrest three times, once on the ambulance, once during surgery and again just a few minutes ago. We've been able to stabilize him but his excessive loss of blood from his leg wound has caused his lungs to collapse from labor and his heart is failing. All other organs are functioning properly it's just the main ones he's having trouble with.” He said barely lifting his gaze to meet theirs as he continued to read.

 

“We'll have to put him on 24 hour surveillance to make sure he doesn't have another heart failure later tonight. You're welcome to stay here if you'd like but otherwise we cannot diagnose him as of yet.”

 

Kagome didn't expect the sudden wave of resentment towards the doctor as he left them. Her mother collapsed in her arms again burying her face in her daughters shoulder as she whimpered, grieving for her son, whose probability of living through the night as it seemed, were very slim.

 

The admonishment towards the doctor was unexpected but she didn't argue against it either. He spoke to them so coolly, so nonchalantly that it seemed he didn't even care. Here they were the only family that little boy had and he didn't seem in the least apologetic for their loss. Not that she wanted pity. But feelings were something that made you sincere most of the time and he was putting up a mask to their grief seemed rude and inconsiderate.

 

The night hours droned on, the seconds seemed like minutes, minutes seemed like hours, hours seemed like days until one can only wish that they could sleep and just forget everything even if only for a little while. She didn't want this to happen to her family. This wasn't supposed to be the way it had turned out and she couldn't help but think it was all her fault…

 

Ritalin_writer: Poor Kagome's bummed out because she blames herself for all the bad stuff happening to her family. However what is Inuyasha planning, eh? Why'd he recruit Miroku and what's the deal with Souta now that he only has one leg? We'll see when we continue….