Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Fate ❯ Cruel Fate? ( Chapter 6 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: MysticRei 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.08.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 308 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.08.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 308 | Status: Completed
Fate Chp. 6: Cruel Fate?
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Serena was too terrified to notice anything else going on around her.
She didn't hear the blowing horns, the ambulance, the police sirens...none of it. The only thing she saw was Darien. She saw how he wasn't responding...and the color was draining from his face.
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"Miss?" Dr. Davidson, a short stout man with a flop of brown unruly hair, asked as he approached a very nervous Serena.
Serena immediately jumped from her seat on the bench, The hallway was long, and the smell was unbearable.
"Yes," she said tentatively. Dreading the news the doctor was about to give her.
After the accident, Serena wouldn't let the ambulance leave with Darien without her in it as well. She didn't give a damn about the drunken cab driver. Besides the driver was dead. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks while she saw them fighting to save Darien's life. He still hadn't woken up. She's been waiting in the hospital for two and a half hours now. To Serena that seemed longer than eternity.
"I believe you are that young man's friend?" The doctor asked her.
"Yes," Serena replied, wishing he'd get to the point.
"Is there any chance you know how to contact any of his family members? We couldn't find any information about them."
"I'm his only family member that's why." It was a simple, blunt, and honest reply.
"But miss, you're not directly related..." The doctor trailed off.
"Look sir, I'm his fiancée! Please tell me what's going on! He doesn't have any other family and please just tell me if he's alright or not!" She knew it was a lie, but it seemed as if the doctor wasn't going to give her any information about Darien's condition if she had said otherwise.
"Follow me," he said. The doctor noticed the distress, and decided that it was only fair for her to know what happened.
He led her into a small office and asked her to take a seat across the mahogany table.
"Your fiancée is alright. In terms that he's still alive and breathing."
Serena sighed and closed her eyes.
"But...."
Her eyes flew open. At that moment she started seeing all the worst scenarios her mind could come up with. 'Please lords just keep him alive and well...' She silently prayed.
"He's in a coma."
The first brick hit.
"We uh... we don't know if he's going to be able to pull out of it and survive."
The second one sent her world crashing.
Serena's eyes desperately searched the doctor's; trying so hard to find a solution to all of this, as well as a reason to why these things happen.
This is what he hated about his job. Dr. Davidson sighed, and continued....
"You see, he suffered an extreme head injury. We haven't found any real permanent damage such as paralysis, but the only way the body knows how to react to these kinds of situations is by shutting off. Or in other words- entering a coma. Sometimes the brain recovers, at other times; it might just shut of completely. Thus killing the patient."
(AN: I know, I'm probably getting this doctor stuff wrong, but hang with me, and improvise!)
At first Serena didn't know how to react. Then the full impact of the situation hit her. 'Oh my god, this is my fault! Darien's fighting for his life BECAUSE of me!'
"There, ahem, there is a chance that he'll wake up and survive right?" Serena asked the doctor while she tried to regain composure and find her voice again.
"Yes, surely- just in this case we're not sure how far the damage in the brain is or how it's going to affect his body. But we do have hope that he'll survive. Yet if he doesn't come out of the coma soon, and we see no improvement, perhaps we'll have to reconsider his condition."
"May I, may I go and see him? Can I please just stay here with him, see if anything happens?"
"Of course, though visiting hours are over at 10:00p.m. His room is 264."
"Thank you doctor..." He probably didn't hear her; she was out of the room.
Serena sat by his bed, simply looking at his face. She didn't know whether to cry, keep up hope, or just crawl in a hole somewhere. 'It's all my fault,' she thought, 'If I hadn't wanted to go shopping, or if I had realized that that smell was actually alcohol' She let out a small sigh. 'Please Darien, make it through this You're the strong, controlled Mr. Shields!' Another tear escaped. Then another. Serena bowed her head and prayed. There seemed to be nothing else left to do.
After a while she looked up, the clock across the room read 9:30. 'I guess we missed our planes,' she thought bitterly. Darien still hadn't woken up. The only thing that reassured Serena was the occasional beep of his heart. Seeing that her prayers weren't answered, and he hadn't improved sent Serena into hysterics. 'Gosh what if he dies? What'll I do then? Haven't I always been wishing for his love and friendship? And now when I'm close to attaining it, I'm almost loosing him! The worst thing is that it's my fault. I'm the one that deserves to be on that bed, not him. He's a better person than me, he's one of the few people that don't make the world seem all bad and evil. Oh you're strong and determined, I know you can make it through this. I promise you God I'll become a nun if I have to, just please Come Darien please open your eyes, tell me that everything will be alright'
"Please," she sniffed, "open those eyes for me." Serena had started talking out loud; perhaps in a pathetic attempt to find comfort and hope.
Tears were streaming down, 'I can't loose him! He's my beloved Darien. Oh If I had told him how I felt earlier.'
"Please Dare, just open your eyesJust for one momentone moment."
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Serena was too terrified to notice anything else going on around her.
She didn't hear the blowing horns, the ambulance, the police sirens...none of it. The only thing she saw was Darien. She saw how he wasn't responding...and the color was draining from his face.
>>>>>>>
"Miss?" Dr. Davidson, a short stout man with a flop of brown unruly hair, asked as he approached a very nervous Serena.
Serena immediately jumped from her seat on the bench, The hallway was long, and the smell was unbearable.
"Yes," she said tentatively. Dreading the news the doctor was about to give her.
After the accident, Serena wouldn't let the ambulance leave with Darien without her in it as well. She didn't give a damn about the drunken cab driver. Besides the driver was dead. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks while she saw them fighting to save Darien's life. He still hadn't woken up. She's been waiting in the hospital for two and a half hours now. To Serena that seemed longer than eternity.
"I believe you are that young man's friend?" The doctor asked her.
"Yes," Serena replied, wishing he'd get to the point.
"Is there any chance you know how to contact any of his family members? We couldn't find any information about them."
"I'm his only family member that's why." It was a simple, blunt, and honest reply.
"But miss, you're not directly related..." The doctor trailed off.
"Look sir, I'm his fiancée! Please tell me what's going on! He doesn't have any other family and please just tell me if he's alright or not!" She knew it was a lie, but it seemed as if the doctor wasn't going to give her any information about Darien's condition if she had said otherwise.
"Follow me," he said. The doctor noticed the distress, and decided that it was only fair for her to know what happened.
He led her into a small office and asked her to take a seat across the mahogany table.
"Your fiancée is alright. In terms that he's still alive and breathing."
Serena sighed and closed her eyes.
"But...."
Her eyes flew open. At that moment she started seeing all the worst scenarios her mind could come up with. 'Please lords just keep him alive and well...' She silently prayed.
"He's in a coma."
The first brick hit.
"We uh... we don't know if he's going to be able to pull out of it and survive."
The second one sent her world crashing.
Serena's eyes desperately searched the doctor's; trying so hard to find a solution to all of this, as well as a reason to why these things happen.
This is what he hated about his job. Dr. Davidson sighed, and continued....
"You see, he suffered an extreme head injury. We haven't found any real permanent damage such as paralysis, but the only way the body knows how to react to these kinds of situations is by shutting off. Or in other words- entering a coma. Sometimes the brain recovers, at other times; it might just shut of completely. Thus killing the patient."
(AN: I know, I'm probably getting this doctor stuff wrong, but hang with me, and improvise!)
At first Serena didn't know how to react. Then the full impact of the situation hit her. 'Oh my god, this is my fault! Darien's fighting for his life BECAUSE of me!'
"There, ahem, there is a chance that he'll wake up and survive right?" Serena asked the doctor while she tried to regain composure and find her voice again.
"Yes, surely- just in this case we're not sure how far the damage in the brain is or how it's going to affect his body. But we do have hope that he'll survive. Yet if he doesn't come out of the coma soon, and we see no improvement, perhaps we'll have to reconsider his condition."
"May I, may I go and see him? Can I please just stay here with him, see if anything happens?"
"Of course, though visiting hours are over at 10:00p.m. His room is 264."
"Thank you doctor..." He probably didn't hear her; she was out of the room.
Serena sat by his bed, simply looking at his face. She didn't know whether to cry, keep up hope, or just crawl in a hole somewhere. 'It's all my fault,' she thought, 'If I hadn't wanted to go shopping, or if I had realized that that smell was actually alcohol' She let out a small sigh. 'Please Darien, make it through this You're the strong, controlled Mr. Shields!' Another tear escaped. Then another. Serena bowed her head and prayed. There seemed to be nothing else left to do.
After a while she looked up, the clock across the room read 9:30. 'I guess we missed our planes,' she thought bitterly. Darien still hadn't woken up. The only thing that reassured Serena was the occasional beep of his heart. Seeing that her prayers weren't answered, and he hadn't improved sent Serena into hysterics. 'Gosh what if he dies? What'll I do then? Haven't I always been wishing for his love and friendship? And now when I'm close to attaining it, I'm almost loosing him! The worst thing is that it's my fault. I'm the one that deserves to be on that bed, not him. He's a better person than me, he's one of the few people that don't make the world seem all bad and evil. Oh you're strong and determined, I know you can make it through this. I promise you God I'll become a nun if I have to, just please Come Darien please open your eyes, tell me that everything will be alright'
"Please," she sniffed, "open those eyes for me." Serena had started talking out loud; perhaps in a pathetic attempt to find comfort and hope.
Tears were streaming down, 'I can't loose him! He's my beloved Darien. Oh If I had told him how I felt earlier.'
"Please Dare, just open your eyesJust for one momentone moment."