InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Uptown Girl ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 15 )

When he saw the trail of blood moving away from the Mustang parked on the rack closest to the office door, the male hurriedly followed the crimson trail. Shortly he saw the feet of his desired lying near another vehicle some twenty feet into the shop. He checked for a pulse, breathing a sigh of relief for having found one, and then he grabbed the cordless phone from her waist as he called 911. Once he was sure that the paramedics were on the way, as well as the cops, he went back to his beloved, kneeling near her prone figure, speaking soothing words as he tried to calm his own nerves.

 

After a few minutes, the cops and ambulance arrived, taking Jade to the hospital once they had her strapped to the gurney. The concerned male, unable to accompany her, stayed with the cops, to answer as many questions as he could, such as how he found her, who he was, what caused him to arrive at just that time and if he had seen anything out of the ordinary.

 

From the authorities point of view, seeing the way the man stayed near Jade when the paramedics arrived, the blood, crowbar and a lack of eyewitnesses to his sudden appearance, they held the good Samaritan for questioning at the station, using the old idea of a lover's quarrel as the his motive. This kept him further away from his love, leaving a multitude of questions with no answers as to what happened, why did it happen and who is actually responsible for her condition, running through his mind a the cops tried to make him out to be the bad guy. After placing his lone phone call for help, the Good Samaritan paced the interrogation room as a caged animal, wishing that he'd arrived sooner so as to save his beloved as he ran his fingers through his rather short, scruffy hair.

 

“Why is it that I'm the one who always finds her like this? Destiny… karma… or just rotten luck?” he thought, as a smile crossed his face of the first time he had saved her.

 

Flashback- The day of Jade's accident

 

He strode toward the M113 that 3rd squad had been assigned to work on as he cursed a blue streak about their lack of answers when final formation was one officer short. “What do you mean `you don't know where Lt. Matador is, Sergeant? She had been sent, per your request, to help with that vehicle. You're here and she's not. I have a feeling there's more to this than you're saying,” Koga yelled, clearly irate at the Sergeant and his squad of soldiers. It was common knowledge that the Sergeant of 3rd squad detested the young Lieutenant because she was a female. Hell, she actually knew more about maintenance than most of the guys in the unit, much to everyone's chagrin, and Koga didn't like the feeling he was getting from the Sergeant.

 

“Like I said, sir, she insisted that we make it back to formation, saying that she would be done in a few minutes,” the Sergeant lied, trying to convince Koga that he hadn't abandoned the young woman to working on the track by herself.

 

Still glaring at the NCO, Koga growled, “If I find anything incriminating when I get to that track, Sergeant, which suggests otherwise, you'll be given an Article 15 as well as be demoted to the lowest possible rank I can think of before this is over. Do you understand me?”

 

The Sergeant paled considerably as the threat was made. “Yes, sir, I understand fully,” he replied as fear rolled off him in waves. The Sergeant knew that the hinge on the engine compartment hatch had been acting funny for the last week and had actually ordered replacement hinges earlier in the week. He hoped like hell that they didn't give way, or the Article 15 would be the least of his worries.

 

With the Sergeant and his squad waiting in the Ready Room back at the office, Koga had moved his way quickly through the motor pool, toward the M113 when a slight breeze floated across the Kansas hills, bathing his nose with the scent of wild grasses, flowers, oil and blood. At the last scent, Koga stopped as he turned his nose to the wind one more time. “Blood… was the right? Yep, it sure was… and a lot of it,” he thought. As swift as lightning, not hiding his ability to move like a tornado he reached the track in a matter of seconds, taking in for the first time the horror of what had happened.

 

“Lt. Matador?” he called out, hoping that the blood he saw on the ground had been there for a while, despite the slick, fresh appearance, as he approached. As he got a little closer to the engine compartment, he barely noticed the mangled foot hanging precariously from beneath the hatch, swaying in the gentle breeze. “Lt Matador, are you all right?” he cried out again, clearly shaken by the appearance of her damaged ankle hanging from the track. When he did not receive a response, Koga gently lifted the engine hatch, taking in, for the first time the look up close of the woman of his desires.

 

Her pale complexion denoted a great lose of blood, as she breathed very shallowly. Seeing that she was still alive, being able to hear her weak heartbeat with his wolf demon ears, Koga grabbed her around the waist with one arm, pulling her into his chest as he held the hatch with the other. Once she had been extricated from the compartment he laid her on the ground, trying to get any response from her that he could.

 

“Come on, Lieutenant, wake up,” he called out, nearly choking on his words as she remained silent, almost rag doll like in his arms. Koga gently shook the young woman as he continued, “Please wake up, for me… Jade. I need to know that you're okay. I need you in my life… I love you.” He whispered the last part, almost as if he was afraid that she would awaken at the mention of his love for her. After several more seconds, and a lack of response from her, he picked her up, bridal style in his arms as he ran the miles to the emergency room of the post hospital.

 

Like the demon he was, Koga burst into the Emergency room with his unconscious cargo as he called out for a stretcher. When the Emergency room staff saw the state of Jade, they quickly pulled her into a recently vacated room, checking her vitals, administering medications and getting as much information as they could from Koga. Once she was stabilized, Major Pendergrass from Orthopedics came into the room. With a glance at the forlorn face of Koga, the Major knew that the Captain had fallen for the young woman in the room. Quickly he collected a little more information from Koga before ordering a series of x-rays on the ankle.

 

With Jade heavily sedated, she was wheeled from the room, leaving Koga to contemplate his next move. He knew that as close as he was to her when he carried her from the track that he'd never want to leave her side. The smell of her blood hung heavily in the room, stirring his inner demon. He glanced down at the hem of his BDU top, and saw her slightly dried blood staining the once tan colored uniform a dark brown. A smile crossed his face as Koga thought of his love's blood on his shirt, a souvenir of his 1st encounter with her. Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice the head nurse of the Emergency room walk in.

 

After clearing her throat, the nurse commented, “Captain Solobo, if you had been a few minutes late in getting the Lieutenant here, she would have died. She owes you her life.”

 

The color drained from his tanned face as he sputtered, “She… she could have… died?”

 

With a shake of her head in acknowledgement, she replied, “From her blood pressure that we 1st got when she arrived, Lt. Matador had lost a significant amount of blood. I'm not sure how you were able to do it, but by getting her here as quickly as you did, we were able to get her stabilized. Major Pendergrass will be in shortly after he reviews the x-rays.”

 

As she turned to leave, Koga spoke up, “When can I see her again?”

 

The nurse turned back as she replied, “They'll be taking her up to the surgical floor after they are done with the x-rays. Once they have her settled into her room and the sedative wares off, you'll be able to visit with her.”

 

Looking a little defeated, Koga slumped back in his chair as the nurse left, to be replaced with Major Pendergrass. He looked up at the sound of boots against the tiled floor, seeing the strained look on the Major's face. With his heart in his throat, Koga asked, “How bad is it, sir?”

 

“I'm not going to sugar coat it, Captain. The damage done to Lt. Matador's ankle is not something that I'm qualified to fix. We'll be calling in a specialist that deals with demon orthopedics. I can effectively say that her military career is over. No matter how much surgery has been done, her ankle will never be to military standards again. I'm sorry, sir,” he replied, feeling as forlorn as the Captain across from him.

 

End Flashback