YFOD: Well, my second Akuroku, and I already feel bad for what I'm gonna do to Roxas… please be nice. If not, well, I wouldn't want to be you. *Evil laughter*
I don't own Kingdom Hearts.
Chapter One
This was the day it all began.
Roxas was growling angrily.
"Fuck. I'm going to be so late…" He slammed down on the brakes, pounding on the horn aggressively. He sighed in defeat as he heard a discreet screeching sound. He must've busted a tire. The rain was pouring down, lightning flashing at different intervals. He sighed again, pulling into a parking space, pushing the gear shift upwards to make the car stop. He got out, muttering curses as he looked around back to see a flattened tire. He kicked at the car, and then got in behind it, between it and a large white van.
The car jerked backwards, trapping him between them. He cursed again, struggling to squeeze out of the tight space. He got out halfway.
The car jerked back again. He heard a loud crack, and a snapping sound. He cried out, feeling pain in his thigh. With careful hands he touched his thigh and took them off again, hissing at the unnatural warmth that radiated from it. With trembling fingers he opened his phone and dialed his father's number. The dial tone rang once.
He dropped the phone.
"Fuck." His voice was hoarse, and he looked at the phone, wondering if he could get it.
He lunged.
The car shifted once more. He threw his head back, keening loudly, golden spikes flattening with water. He gave a pained sob, and eyed the phone again. He growled, making a move to snatch it again.
Something dug into his thigh, where the bone was undoubtedly broken. He cried out again, feeling rusty metal through soaked clothing.
And then on his inflamed skin. The license plate.
Fuck.
It hurt.
A lot.
He stared at the phone again, contemplating whether to go for it or not.
He went for it.
He watched the metal slice through red skin, cutting almost a fourth through.
He saw blood pouring out, but he didn't really feel it. He saw the plate in his thigh.
The car pressed down, harder than ever.
Now he felt it.
It hurt.
A lot.
"Someone! Help!" He yelled into the downpour, tears mingling with rain, running down and mixing with blood, gripping his leg.
Twenty minutes later, his voice had long since run hoarse, tears long since run dry.
His left leg was now a mess of ground flesh and severed bone, unrecognizable as the rain pounded down on it, a torrent of blood already escaped his body. His face was paler than normal, and he felt dizzy, feeling like passing out. His phone was long forgotten, sitting in the rain. His head lolled down, and he was only kept awake by the pain.
But he could tell that even that wouldn't last.
He would never walk again.
oOo
Namine sighed after a long day at work at the emergency room. She was tired, and itching to get home when she saw him.
A boy pinned between two vehicles, pale and painting heavily.
"Oh my god!" She parked beside him, and hurried to the boy, uncaring of the rain that soaked her clothing.
"Are you alright?"
"Humph… ngggh." He moaned. She looked him up and down, eyes widening at the bloody flesh that was his leg. She knew that he would have fought something terrible to get out.
"Just… just wait, I'll help you… Where are your car keys?" She was frantic, but the boy couldn't hear her. She searched under the car, finding them easily. Wasting no time, she quickly got in the car and drove it forward.
The boy collapsed.
"Alright, just wait. I'll call an ambulance… Oh my god." She had seen a lot of things at her job as a nurse, but the boy's left leg was gruesome. A mound of red, seeping meat. She whipped out her cell phone, dialing 911, and explaining the situation as best she could to the monotone voice.
"There's- there's a boy, his- his leg… It's dead…"
"Please wait, an ambulance will be sent out immediately, state your position."
"Um… Maple Lane, 25th avenue."
"A service vehicle is coming, please wait."
"Thank you." She eyed the child lying on the ground.
"Hi, sweetie. I'm Namine. What's your name?" She said in the most soothing voice she could muster, swallowing the bile she felt rising at the battered leg.
"Roxas… so… tired." He mumbled.
"No! You can't sleep, not now, okay? How old are you?" She stroked his honey golden hair.
"Six… six… sixteen." He moaned again.
"Okay, okay." She moved the boy's head onto her lap. "Do you want me to call someone?"
"Dad…" He looked dazedly at a cell phone lying on the ground.
"Okay. Okay. I'll call your dad." She made a move toward the phone, careful with the boy's head, which she cradled, and whispered condolences. She opened the phone that, miraculously still worked.
It rang once, twice.
"Roxas?" A deep, masculine voice answered her.
"No, this is Roxas' phone. He is at the Hollow Bastian Hospital emergency room. I advise you get there as quick as possible, Mr…?" She trailed off, unsure.
"Strife. Cloud Strife. I'll be over as soon as possible." He snapped the phone shut. Namine sighed.
"Shhh, sweetie. It'll be alright, I promise." She whispered, tears escaping her eyes.
She heard the faraway sound of an ambulance.
oOo
Cloud hurried into the emergency room, Sora close on his heels. He walked to the registration desk with a much calmer aura than he felt.
"Roxas Strife." Was all he said. The man at the desk looked up and began typing something into the computer.
"I'm sorry, sir, he's in surgery right now. You're free to wait for the doctor to come, though." The man said, eyes fixed on the screen. "There is the woman who brought him in." The man gestured to a young woman who was already walking towards them.
"Mr. Cloud Strife?" She asked.
"Yes. What happened?" He questioned.
"I-I was driving home, and I found him pinned between two cars…" She broke off, and a doctor walked towards them.
"Roxas Strife?" He looked around.
"Here." Cloud rose, as did Sora.
"Please follow me, he's in room 13." The doctor walked away, motioning for them to follow.
They walked into the room, and found Roxas, out cold, and attached to a blood transfusion.
"His leg was shattered, and his flesh was already ground up, and it was too late to save it. We had to amputate it, and he's lost a lot of blood. He won't be able to walk again, but he will live." The doctor droned on. The doctor walked out of the room, and Cloud sighed and put his hands on his head.
"Stay with him, Sora. I have to make a couple calls." Cloud walked out of the room. He dialed Aeriths number. The dial tone rang once, twice.
"Hello?" A feminine voice answered him.
"Aerith. It's me." He said, patience already wearing thin.
"What do you want? I told you never to call me."
"This isn't about me. This is about your son."
"What? Which one?" The voice was suddenly worried.
"Roxas. He lost his leg."
"Where are you?"
"Hollow Bastian Hospital emergency room." His response was short.
"I'll be there."
oOo
Sora was talking to Riku when his father got the call.
"Sora. Come on, we have to go to the hospital." Cloud was urgent.
"What's wrong?"
It's your brother, he's in the emergency room."
That got Sora up.
YFOD: That was fun to write.