Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction ❯ Sukuru Deizu ❯ Chapter Fifty Four ( Chapter 54 )
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Miscellaneous: Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction / Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.18.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 195 | Status: Completed
Eric laughed. "What do I look like a nurse? I ditched all that stuff at the hospital. Only way to get him out was to throw him in a body bag and make it look like I was hauling a dead body out of there." He poked Jun's arm with the knife, even that slight pressure made him bleed. "Not that it's too far from the truth. This guy is a dead man even without my help."
Anna pulled the gun out of her purse. She pointed it at Eric and fired. She only hit his arm, but it moved him from Jun as he hit the ground. Anna rushed to Jun and ripped her shirt to use as a bandage on his arm. She pointed the gun back at Eric while shaking. She just shot someone...she just shot someone!
Eric cursed as he held his arm. "You stupid bitch!" He growled as he tried to stop the bleeding. "That was a mistake," he muttered. While she tended to Jun he got to his feet. By the time she pointed the gun at him, he grabbed the barrel of it and pointed it at the ground. Bringing the knife to her throat, he pressed it hard enough to draw blood. "You're going to pay for that."
Anna kicked him hard in the crotch. She pushed him back in the process and watched him hit the ground again. Once more she raised the gun. She was terrified. The warm trickle of blood seeped down her chest, settling in her bra. Still, she shook. "I...won't let you hurt him..."
He held his crotch as he rolled on the floor in pain. "Screw him! He's dead anyways. I'm gonna kill you and I'm gonna kill that bastard child you've got growing inside of you." He started to get up. Hatred seethed in his eyes. His knife flashed out, slicing her hand as he reached for her gun. In the ensuing struggle the gun went off, the bullet going through her thigh. Forcing the gun out of her hands he backhanded her with the butt of it before he pointed both the knife and gun at her. "What's it gonna be? Stabbed or shot. The choice is yours."
Anna screamed in pain as she went to the ground. Everything hurt. She moved her hand over her face while she cried. Forcing herself to look at him, she narrowed her eyes. "Fuck you..." she said while blood seeped from her mouth. She grabbed a small statue off the table and threw it at him, hitting him in the head. If she was going to die, she was going to go out fighting.
Once more Eric cursed. His head was now bleeding where she had thrown the statue. Walking over to her he kicked her on the ground before stabbing the knife into her shoulder. Holding the gun out he smirked and pointed it at her stomach. "Bye-bye bitch."
Just as he was about to pull the trigger he was thrown off balance as Jun all but threw himself onto Eric. His frail strength wasn't enough to do anything other than piss off the attacker, who quickly threw Jun back into a table. He turned to look back at Jun, momentarily taking his eyes off of Anna. "You just don't know when to quit. What did you really hope to accomplish with that?"
"Distract...you," Jun said in gasps.
Anna screamed as she pulled the knife out of her shoulder and stabbed it right into Eric's neck. She crumbled to the ground as she watched him walk about spitting out blood until he too fell to the ground. He took his last few breaths while looked at Anna. Anna struggled to crawl to Jun. In the background she could he the sirens. Her fingers moved to his hand and brushed them, but he was too far away to hold and she was too weak to get to him. She was going to lose him and she could feel herself slipping. Was this the end?
Even though she didn't want to, she forced herself to keep her eyes on him, praying he wouldn't black out, but before she had a chance to see him close his eyes, blood lose took over her and she passed out.
The medics took them both. They moved them to the ICU while Reisha did everything she could to contact Anna's parents. After calling the flight agency, the hotel, the tour guide, the tour guide's brother, who in turn let her speak to a native tribe chieftain who had seen them she finally gave up hope. The word was out. Hopefully it would reach them before it was too late. Eric was dead, but both Jun and Anna were practically dead as well. Was this really how it was going to end? She prayed to anyone who would listen that her friends would make it out of this alive and well.
Anna's eyes shot open. "We got her!" a doctor yelled as he held the paddles over her.
She tried to scream in pain but there was a breathing tube down her throat. Where was she? Why were there so many people moving around? Why was she in so much pain?
"Why is she conscious!? Someone sedate her now!"
Anna turned her head to the side just as a needle was being pushed in her. Behind a door, she could see people working on Jun in the little glass window. Her hand reached out but someone pushed her arm back to her said.
"God! She's pregnant! There is too much trauma!"
The words faded as the medication slipped in. Anna tried to watch Jun but slowly her eyes closed and once again everything was black.
Jun didn't wake for hours. As soon as they got him in they sedated him and sewed up the few cuts he had on him. Of course he had bruises all over his body, but that was nothing life threatening. Even while he was asleep they started his chemo in order to hopefully stop anything which might had slipped into his system while he'd been out. The doctors mulled over him and Anna. They'd done the best they could. In the end it would be up to them to fight it and make it through.
Reisha sat in between them. She read to herself and sometimes out loud just so they could hear a familiar voice. Surprisingly Jun was the first to stir. "Anna?"
"She's asleep," Reisha told him.
"Eric?"
"He's dead."
Jun closed his eyes. That was good enough for him. "The baby?"
Reisha fell silent. "The doctor's aren't certain if there's any permanent damage."
Anna's parents arrived the next day. They hugged Reisha in thanks and both were in tears. They didn't say anything as they sat next to Jun and Anna. It was like a repeat all over again. One with cancer and one with injuries. When was it going to stop? When were they going to be able to just not worry anymore? Anna's moved placed her hand on Anna's stomach hoping that the baby was still there.
Another day later, Anna woke. She sat up, despite the pain. Her jaw was swollen and had stitched from the gun barrel. Her neck also had stitches as well as the gun shot in her thigh and the stab wound in her shoulder. Her mother tried to get her to lay back down but she pushed her way.
"Jun?"
"He's ok, honey. He's fine. He just got back from chemo. They say he's doing well," her mother said.
"He's strong," her father added.
"That's what they said about Adam..." Anna said slowly.
Her parents got quiet for a long time. Finally her father spoke. "I wish we were here for you. For Jun. We should have never gone so far."
Anna shook her head. "Don't blame yourselves. I'm sick of hearing blame." Then it hit her. The baby. Her hand went to her stomach and she looked at her mother. "God...please tell me..." she whispered as tears started to fall from her eyes.
Her mother looked away.
Jun's doctor came in to examine his charts. "Anna," he said, surprised to see that she was awake. "How are you feeling?" Though he wasn't her doctor, he wanted to ensure that she wasn't in any pain at the moment. "I'll page your doctor to have him come down here. Are there any unusual pains or aches that I should let him be aware of?"
Anna just stared at him. Was he joking? "I was shot, stabbed, and cut...really if I wasn't in any pain I think would be seriously wrong. I want to know if my baby is ok," she said.
The doctor looked at her file. "I'm not certain. The preliminary tests were...inconclusive. Your doctor will be able to tell you more."
Anna laid back down. She got quiet. Her mother brushed at her hair and Anna pushed her hand away. "Just...leave me alone..." she said.
Her mother looked hurt, but nodded. "We are going to go home and get cleaned up. We will be back later. You call if...anything happens."
Anna nodded and her mother kissed her forehead after her father started to stand. They left and Anna looked over at Jun.
"How is he really? Be honest with me. I can take it..." she said to the doctor in a low voice.
The doctor bowed his head. "His condition is deteriorating. The treatments are working, but I'm afraid that his physical condition just isn't strong enough to handle it. At this rate we're fighting a losing battle."
Anna grew quiet. She had been right all along. She was losing him. She looked up at the ceiling. He was so weak and he was never awake when he was on chemo. She never got to have a full conversation with him before he would fall back asleep. He was going to die fighting and she wasn't going to have the time to say goodbye. Tears rivered from her eyes and she took a deep breath.
"No more chemo. If...if I have to lose him...I want the chemo to stop. He's in enough pain without it and at least when he's off it he and I can talk. I can say goodbye. Just...no more chemo. If he is going to go, it's not going to be while on that stuff," she said slowly.
The doctor started to protest, but upon looking at her he sighed. "If that is what you want, we will have the chemo treatments stop immediately." Writing something down on Jun's file, he turned to go out. "If you change your mind...just let me know." As he was exiting, he nodded to her doctor who was coming in to speak to her.
Anna's doctor came in and sat next to her. Behind him was a nurse with an ultra sound machine. He took her hand and she pulled away. Her world was crashing around her and everyone was trying to make it better with soft words and touches. Nothing was going to make her feel better.
"Anna, I brought an ultra sound machine to let us see if you are still carrying," he said softly.
Anna paused. She looked over at Jun. "I...don't want to know."
The doctor shocked. He went to touch her again and she pushed at him roughly. "I said I don't want to know! It's bad enough my husband is dying! Can I just adjust to being a widow before anything else!?" she screamed. "Just leave me alone! I just want to be left alone!"
It took a week of recovering before Jun was able to stay awake long enough to carry on conversations. He was sitting up, talking, and able to breathe on his own. He was recovering his strength little by little; and there was color and life in his cheeks. "I'm fine," he assured the nurse who was trying to get him to lie back down. "I'm not going to lie down. I've been in a bed for the past few weeks!"
Anna had started on rehabilitation for walking again. With the bullet going through her leg, it shot her nerves. She had to had reconstruction done while in surgery and in return had to learn how to talk on that leg all over again. It was tough, but she was working hard on it. She didn't think about the baby much and not knowing if it was still with her or not kept her from thinking of it more. Working on walking kept her mind from Jun. While she was getting better, she knew he was getting worse. How long would he have before the tumor took control and he slipped from her?
Anna was helped into a wheel chair and the nurse started wheeling her back to her and Jun's room after another session of her rehabilitation
Jun was leafing through papers. With his glasses on and his face pushed into work, he looked very much like his old self. Save for the fact that he still had no hair and his skin was taunt from all the weight and muscle he had lost in his time there. He looked up when Anna came in. "How was the therapy, love?"
Anna smiled at him and waved the nurse away. She could the the rest herself. She wheeled herself over to Jun's bed and smiled. "I'm so happy you are up." Finally she could touch him without bruising and that's exactly what she did. She kissed his hand. "How are you feeling?"
Jun pulled off his glasses and rubbed her hand. "I'm tired, but I'm feeling stronger. I'm also feeling a slight draft on my head and nether region. I'll be glad when they give me a pair of pants." He smiled. Groaning, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
Every time she sat here like this with him she was filled with dread. How many more moments like this would she have with him? How many more kisses would she get? How many more conversations? Anna laid her head down in his lap. Even when he looked so frail, he was still so warm. Small tears escaped her eyes and she didn't hide them. There was no reason to. He knew how scared she was. And she hated when he talked about getting better...wearing pants...eating ice cream...all those things he always spoke about. It was silly and it filled her with false hope.
Anna pulled the gun out of her purse. She pointed it at Eric and fired. She only hit his arm, but it moved him from Jun as he hit the ground. Anna rushed to Jun and ripped her shirt to use as a bandage on his arm. She pointed the gun back at Eric while shaking. She just shot someone...she just shot someone!
Eric cursed as he held his arm. "You stupid bitch!" He growled as he tried to stop the bleeding. "That was a mistake," he muttered. While she tended to Jun he got to his feet. By the time she pointed the gun at him, he grabbed the barrel of it and pointed it at the ground. Bringing the knife to her throat, he pressed it hard enough to draw blood. "You're going to pay for that."
Anna kicked him hard in the crotch. She pushed him back in the process and watched him hit the ground again. Once more she raised the gun. She was terrified. The warm trickle of blood seeped down her chest, settling in her bra. Still, she shook. "I...won't let you hurt him..."
He held his crotch as he rolled on the floor in pain. "Screw him! He's dead anyways. I'm gonna kill you and I'm gonna kill that bastard child you've got growing inside of you." He started to get up. Hatred seethed in his eyes. His knife flashed out, slicing her hand as he reached for her gun. In the ensuing struggle the gun went off, the bullet going through her thigh. Forcing the gun out of her hands he backhanded her with the butt of it before he pointed both the knife and gun at her. "What's it gonna be? Stabbed or shot. The choice is yours."
Anna screamed in pain as she went to the ground. Everything hurt. She moved her hand over her face while she cried. Forcing herself to look at him, she narrowed her eyes. "Fuck you..." she said while blood seeped from her mouth. She grabbed a small statue off the table and threw it at him, hitting him in the head. If she was going to die, she was going to go out fighting.
Once more Eric cursed. His head was now bleeding where she had thrown the statue. Walking over to her he kicked her on the ground before stabbing the knife into her shoulder. Holding the gun out he smirked and pointed it at her stomach. "Bye-bye bitch."
Just as he was about to pull the trigger he was thrown off balance as Jun all but threw himself onto Eric. His frail strength wasn't enough to do anything other than piss off the attacker, who quickly threw Jun back into a table. He turned to look back at Jun, momentarily taking his eyes off of Anna. "You just don't know when to quit. What did you really hope to accomplish with that?"
"Distract...you," Jun said in gasps.
Anna screamed as she pulled the knife out of her shoulder and stabbed it right into Eric's neck. She crumbled to the ground as she watched him walk about spitting out blood until he too fell to the ground. He took his last few breaths while looked at Anna. Anna struggled to crawl to Jun. In the background she could he the sirens. Her fingers moved to his hand and brushed them, but he was too far away to hold and she was too weak to get to him. She was going to lose him and she could feel herself slipping. Was this the end?
Even though she didn't want to, she forced herself to keep her eyes on him, praying he wouldn't black out, but before she had a chance to see him close his eyes, blood lose took over her and she passed out.
The medics took them both. They moved them to the ICU while Reisha did everything she could to contact Anna's parents. After calling the flight agency, the hotel, the tour guide, the tour guide's brother, who in turn let her speak to a native tribe chieftain who had seen them she finally gave up hope. The word was out. Hopefully it would reach them before it was too late. Eric was dead, but both Jun and Anna were practically dead as well. Was this really how it was going to end? She prayed to anyone who would listen that her friends would make it out of this alive and well.
Anna's eyes shot open. "We got her!" a doctor yelled as he held the paddles over her.
She tried to scream in pain but there was a breathing tube down her throat. Where was she? Why were there so many people moving around? Why was she in so much pain?
"Why is she conscious!? Someone sedate her now!"
Anna turned her head to the side just as a needle was being pushed in her. Behind a door, she could see people working on Jun in the little glass window. Her hand reached out but someone pushed her arm back to her said.
"God! She's pregnant! There is too much trauma!"
The words faded as the medication slipped in. Anna tried to watch Jun but slowly her eyes closed and once again everything was black.
Jun didn't wake for hours. As soon as they got him in they sedated him and sewed up the few cuts he had on him. Of course he had bruises all over his body, but that was nothing life threatening. Even while he was asleep they started his chemo in order to hopefully stop anything which might had slipped into his system while he'd been out. The doctors mulled over him and Anna. They'd done the best they could. In the end it would be up to them to fight it and make it through.
Reisha sat in between them. She read to herself and sometimes out loud just so they could hear a familiar voice. Surprisingly Jun was the first to stir. "Anna?"
"She's asleep," Reisha told him.
"Eric?"
"He's dead."
Jun closed his eyes. That was good enough for him. "The baby?"
Reisha fell silent. "The doctor's aren't certain if there's any permanent damage."
Anna's parents arrived the next day. They hugged Reisha in thanks and both were in tears. They didn't say anything as they sat next to Jun and Anna. It was like a repeat all over again. One with cancer and one with injuries. When was it going to stop? When were they going to be able to just not worry anymore? Anna's moved placed her hand on Anna's stomach hoping that the baby was still there.
Another day later, Anna woke. She sat up, despite the pain. Her jaw was swollen and had stitched from the gun barrel. Her neck also had stitches as well as the gun shot in her thigh and the stab wound in her shoulder. Her mother tried to get her to lay back down but she pushed her way.
"Jun?"
"He's ok, honey. He's fine. He just got back from chemo. They say he's doing well," her mother said.
"He's strong," her father added.
"That's what they said about Adam..." Anna said slowly.
Her parents got quiet for a long time. Finally her father spoke. "I wish we were here for you. For Jun. We should have never gone so far."
Anna shook her head. "Don't blame yourselves. I'm sick of hearing blame." Then it hit her. The baby. Her hand went to her stomach and she looked at her mother. "God...please tell me..." she whispered as tears started to fall from her eyes.
Her mother looked away.
Jun's doctor came in to examine his charts. "Anna," he said, surprised to see that she was awake. "How are you feeling?" Though he wasn't her doctor, he wanted to ensure that she wasn't in any pain at the moment. "I'll page your doctor to have him come down here. Are there any unusual pains or aches that I should let him be aware of?"
Anna just stared at him. Was he joking? "I was shot, stabbed, and cut...really if I wasn't in any pain I think would be seriously wrong. I want to know if my baby is ok," she said.
The doctor looked at her file. "I'm not certain. The preliminary tests were...inconclusive. Your doctor will be able to tell you more."
Anna laid back down. She got quiet. Her mother brushed at her hair and Anna pushed her hand away. "Just...leave me alone..." she said.
Her mother looked hurt, but nodded. "We are going to go home and get cleaned up. We will be back later. You call if...anything happens."
Anna nodded and her mother kissed her forehead after her father started to stand. They left and Anna looked over at Jun.
"How is he really? Be honest with me. I can take it..." she said to the doctor in a low voice.
The doctor bowed his head. "His condition is deteriorating. The treatments are working, but I'm afraid that his physical condition just isn't strong enough to handle it. At this rate we're fighting a losing battle."
Anna grew quiet. She had been right all along. She was losing him. She looked up at the ceiling. He was so weak and he was never awake when he was on chemo. She never got to have a full conversation with him before he would fall back asleep. He was going to die fighting and she wasn't going to have the time to say goodbye. Tears rivered from her eyes and she took a deep breath.
"No more chemo. If...if I have to lose him...I want the chemo to stop. He's in enough pain without it and at least when he's off it he and I can talk. I can say goodbye. Just...no more chemo. If he is going to go, it's not going to be while on that stuff," she said slowly.
The doctor started to protest, but upon looking at her he sighed. "If that is what you want, we will have the chemo treatments stop immediately." Writing something down on Jun's file, he turned to go out. "If you change your mind...just let me know." As he was exiting, he nodded to her doctor who was coming in to speak to her.
Anna's doctor came in and sat next to her. Behind him was a nurse with an ultra sound machine. He took her hand and she pulled away. Her world was crashing around her and everyone was trying to make it better with soft words and touches. Nothing was going to make her feel better.
"Anna, I brought an ultra sound machine to let us see if you are still carrying," he said softly.
Anna paused. She looked over at Jun. "I...don't want to know."
The doctor shocked. He went to touch her again and she pushed at him roughly. "I said I don't want to know! It's bad enough my husband is dying! Can I just adjust to being a widow before anything else!?" she screamed. "Just leave me alone! I just want to be left alone!"
It took a week of recovering before Jun was able to stay awake long enough to carry on conversations. He was sitting up, talking, and able to breathe on his own. He was recovering his strength little by little; and there was color and life in his cheeks. "I'm fine," he assured the nurse who was trying to get him to lie back down. "I'm not going to lie down. I've been in a bed for the past few weeks!"
Anna had started on rehabilitation for walking again. With the bullet going through her leg, it shot her nerves. She had to had reconstruction done while in surgery and in return had to learn how to talk on that leg all over again. It was tough, but she was working hard on it. She didn't think about the baby much and not knowing if it was still with her or not kept her from thinking of it more. Working on walking kept her mind from Jun. While she was getting better, she knew he was getting worse. How long would he have before the tumor took control and he slipped from her?
Anna was helped into a wheel chair and the nurse started wheeling her back to her and Jun's room after another session of her rehabilitation
Jun was leafing through papers. With his glasses on and his face pushed into work, he looked very much like his old self. Save for the fact that he still had no hair and his skin was taunt from all the weight and muscle he had lost in his time there. He looked up when Anna came in. "How was the therapy, love?"
Anna smiled at him and waved the nurse away. She could the the rest herself. She wheeled herself over to Jun's bed and smiled. "I'm so happy you are up." Finally she could touch him without bruising and that's exactly what she did. She kissed his hand. "How are you feeling?"
Jun pulled off his glasses and rubbed her hand. "I'm tired, but I'm feeling stronger. I'm also feeling a slight draft on my head and nether region. I'll be glad when they give me a pair of pants." He smiled. Groaning, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
Every time she sat here like this with him she was filled with dread. How many more moments like this would she have with him? How many more kisses would she get? How many more conversations? Anna laid her head down in his lap. Even when he looked so frail, he was still so warm. Small tears escaped her eyes and she didn't hide them. There was no reason to. He knew how scared she was. And she hated when he talked about getting better...wearing pants...eating ice cream...all those things he always spoke about. It was silly and it filled her with false hope.