I've decided to write another story. I really hope you enjoy it, and I would like it if you would review.
Disclaimer- I don't own Jimmy Neutron, or anything having to do with it, but this is my story.
Well, here goes, Chapter One.
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Jimmy knew something was wrong with his rocket the moment he placed himself in the driver's seat. Before he even started the ing the scientist he was, Jimmy knew that he could fix it. He pulled his small laser from his pocket, made a few adjustments to the engine, and then hopped back inside.
Still unsure if his rocket was ready for flight, Jimmy decided that he would try it anyway. After all, everything needed a test run.
"Turbines to speed!" he yelled, to no one in particular. "Here we go."
Jimmy quickly pressed the ignition key, and withing a few seconds was high above the town of Retroville.
Jimmy sighed in relief. He had perfected his new rocket. It had taken him months to build it, and he was glad that his hard work was over with. It was a large, five person, rocket, covered in shiny, red metallic paint. His insignia was painted on both sides of it in blue paint. There were three sections of the rocket. A section for pilot and co-pilot, and two other sections for everyone else. He figured that, although he had his small rocket, hover car, and the astro car, he needed a good rocket that would seat all of his friends. He had based the rocket on the astrocar's designs, but in all it was completely different.
Jimmy soared through the skpletely different.
Jimmy soared through the sky at very high speeds. He always loved flying. Jimmy was positive that he had fixed whatever problem had been interfearing with the rocket's performance, and he prepared to land. He turned the rocket back towards his house.
Just as he was about to slow down his speeds, the emergency light blinked.
"Error! Error!" screamed his rocket. "Overload. Automatic engine shutdown in three seconds."
"No. . ." said Jimmy, horror struck. He was sure that his rocket was going to crash, and he didn't have any time to prepare himself.
"Three. . ." counted down his rocket. Jimmy pulled his seatbelt tightly around himself.
"Two. . . " Jimmy prepared himself for impact.
"One. . . " The rocket's engine shut down, and began immediately plummeting towards the ground.
Jimmy thought of nothing as the rocket hit the hard ground, turned over three times, and then flung him twenty feet through the air. Jimmy opened his eyes for just a moment, only long enough to see that he had landed just in front of his house. Then, all went black.
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Cindy watched the rocket fall out of the sky, and crash into the sidewalk.
"Libby! Did you see that?" asked Cindy, horror struck. She knew that the only person in the whole town that would be flying a rocket at eight o clock in the morning was Jimmy.
Libby, who had stayed the night shook her head no.
"I think Neutron crashed his rocket." said Cindy, as calmly as she could. She also knew that Jimmy had encountered many accidents with his inventions, but for some reason, a feeling of dread washed over her, as she flew down the stairs and flung open her front door.
Cindy and Libby ran towards the scene of the accident. Smoke poured from the large rocket, and the windsheild had shattered into a million pieces. When Cindy reached the rocket, she saw no sign of Jimmy. A faint ray of hope flooded her heart, and she hoped that he had ejected himself from the rocket before impact.
In a second though, her hopes were dashed. She caught glimpse of a figure twenty feet from the rocket. She could tell, before even getting close, that it was Jimmy.
"Libby, what do we do!" she asked. Usually, she would have been the decision maker of the pair, but her brain was too clouded with thoughts of what might happen.
"We need to call an ambulance. And, we need to tell his parents." replied Libby, calmly.
"Okay. . . okay." said Cindy, breathing quickly.
Libby left her friend and hurried up the steps of Jimmy's house, and rang the doorbell. She waited for a while, and knew that his parents would have still been in bed.
Meanwhile, Cindy inched closer to Jimmy. She finally reached his body, and knealt beside it. There was blood covering his face, and she could tell that he had broken bones from the way his body was arranged on the pavement.
"Jimmy." she whispered, trying to wake him up. She checked his pulse and breathing, and was thankful that both were still going. She glanced towards the house; Libby was still trying to get an answer.
Finally, after the fifth try, the door swung open, and there stood a very groggy looking Hugh.
"Mr. Neutron! We need your help. . . Jimmy. . . he crashed his rocket. . ." she said motioning to the accident.
In a split second, Hugh grew very alert, and returned to the house to get his wife.
Libby ran in, without asking, adn dialed 911.
Cindy held Jimmy's hand and let out a sigh of relief when Hugh and Judy joined her, and told her that Libby had called an ambulance. Help was on the way.
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The only sound that could be heard in the white hospital room was the steady beat of the EKG machine, representing the rhythm of Jimmy's heart.
Cindy watched as the thin green line made its way across the screen, going up and down at a steady pace.
She was alone in the room with Jimmy. His family had already spent a number of hours fussing over him.
The ambulance had arrived less than five minutes after they'd received the call. Jimmy had immediately been taken to his own room where they performed a number of tests. In the end, Jimmy still hadn't awaken, and had been diagnosed with a concussion, a broken leg, arm, and a few cracked ribs. The doctors also said that Jimmy might not wake up for a few days, due to his concussion.
Many thoughts ran through Cindy's head, but none were more dominant than the memory of two days. She and Jimmy had had another spat.
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Cindy was nervous. There was no way she would be able to do it. The one thing that she had been waiting so long to do. . . and yet, it seemed impossible to her now. It had taken her weeks to get up enough courage to do it, but it was her last chance.
"Neutron. . . " said Cindy, nervously, as she caught up with him in the halls of the school.
"Oh, Hey Cindy, what's up?" he asked, pushing book after book into his locker.
"You know, the big dance, it's tommorrow, I know it's late notice, but I was wondering. . ." started Cindy, but Jimmy soon interrupted.
"Oh, yeah, I completely forgot that there was a dance Friday! I've already made plans with Sheen and Carl to stay at home and work on a few experiments. . ." he said, completely oblivious to what Cindy was getting at.
"Fine!" screamed Cindy, ignoring the shocked look on Jimmy's face. "That's just great!"
"Wait, Cindy! What's the matter?" he asked, turning to her.
"Nothing's the matter. Just, nevermind. I'll just find someone else to go to the dance with me, no problem!" she said, turning to leave the building, since the last bell had already rung.
A look of realization spread across Jimmy's face, and he replied,
"Cindy, if I had known, I wouldn't have made other plans. . . " he said, still trying to figure out why she would ask him in the first place. After all, weren't they enemies?
"You know what, Neutron, go ahead. Go sit in your lab and make calculations all you want while the rest of the world goes on with their lives. Maybe someday, you'll actually get one! Maybe someday, when your sitting in your lab alone, you'll realize that there are other things to life than experiments, but then it'll be too late, because, by then, I'll have moved on with my life." and with that, Cindy stormed down the hallway of school.
Cindy didn't go to the dance with anyone else. She didn't go at all.
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That was the last time she had spoken to Jimmy since the accident. She regretted the hurtful things that she had said to him. It wasn't like she had really meant them. He had just made her so mad, and. . .
Before Cindy knew what was happening, the beeping on the EKG machine grew slower. Cindy looked around, as three nurses entered the room at fast pace, running to Jimmy's bedside.
The machine beeped slower and slower, and Cindy stayed seated. She had no idea what to do.
"I'm not sure what's happening to this kid, but his heartbeat is very irregular. We need a docctor in here, now!" yelled the head nurse, motioning to her inferior to leave.
The nurse returned a few minutes later with a young male doctor.
"His concussion is causing extreme pressure to his brain. If we don't hurry, this kid could die!" said the doctor, bringing in various items of medical equipment.
"Get that girl out of here!" he yelled, motioning to Cindy.
"No, I have to stay!" said Cindy, struggling against the two male nurses who had grabbed each of her arms to lead her out.
"You're friend's going to be fine. . . " said one of the nurses, unconvincingly, as he led her out the door into the waiting room.
Jimmy's friends and family were all seated there, waiting for any sign of progress from him.
Cindy sat on an empty chair next to Judy.
"Is my son alright?" asked Judy, looking at Cindy.
One look at the anxious face of Jimmy's mother, and Cindy broke down. She felt the tears well in her eyes as she thought of Jimmy in a room down the hall, possibly on the edge of death. Tears streamed down her face, as she made a decision. She had to see him.
Cindy stood quickly from the waiting room chair, and despite the various protests of the nurses and doctors, ran down the hallway into Jimmy's room, where the doctor's and nurses were busy at work. None of them looked up as she snuck into the room.
"He's not going to make it. . . " said the doctor, solemly. He turned his head away from Jimmy, and wiped his eyes.
Those words echoed over and over in Cindy's head. How could Jimmy die? To her, he was invincible, no matter how she treated him. She didn't care what the doctor and nurses would say or do to her, she had to see Jimmy up close, one last time before. . .
"No! He can't die." she said, pushing the nurses aside. "Can't you do something, anything to save him?" she asked, desperately.
"I'm sorry, little girl, there's nothing more we can do." the doctor said.
Cindy had never considered herself a religious person, but she knew prayer might help Jimmy.
"Please, God, I've rarely asked you for anything, but please, just let him live. I need him to live. . . " she cried, ignoring the fact that the nurses were staring at her as if she were crazy.
Cindy felt as if her prayers had been ignored, because it seemed like nothing changed.
Then, the room froze. No one moved, and the clock stoped ticking.
A vivid light spread through the hospital room, and Cindy sheilded her eyes. A man's voice came from the light, and Cindy stood amazed.
"Cindy Vortex, I have heard your request, but I am afraid that I cannot grant you what you want."
"Are you God?" she asked, in a quivering voice.
The light lessened, and Cindy could see where the voice came from. A tall, slim, gorgeous man stood in front of her. He wore a robe of pure white, and seemed to be floating in mid-air. His dark brown, almost black hair moved as if he were underwater.
"No, I am an angel. I cannot allow your friend to live, but I can give you something. I can give you twenty- four hours to spend with Mr. Neutron as you see fit. I warn you, though, to spend that day as wisely as you can. Because, no matter where you are, or what you are doing, Jimmy will be taken from you at midnight, precisely." said the angel.
Cindy stood dumbfounded, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She nodded in agreement.
One moment, she was standing in the hospital room, watching Jimmy fading away, and the next she was in her bedroom. She glanced at the clock, it was midnight. She had twenty-four hours to spend with Jimmy, and she wasn't going to waste a minute of it.
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Oh, and by the way, plese ignore any medical mistakes I have made in my writing, but I've tried to do research on concussions before writing this story, and they can cause heartbeats to slow, and swelling in the brain.