First DN fan fiction, go easy on me. it's been about 3 months since I finished the anime so I'm not quite sure if everything is as accurate as it should be. Enjoy. R&R
Before we begin: This story takes place in a world where Light SURVIVES his death.
A pair of brown eyes opens up hazily and slowly, the owner feels the motion, he is moving at a moderate speed down a green and white corridor. His body is sore all over, possibly from a gun wound clearly under his stomach. He opens his mouth to comment, "… Am I dead?" a doctor seems to respond, after seeing her patient is awake she gestures for the trolley to cease to a halt. Her nurses look up at her, examining what may have caused the stop. She gestures with her hand in a sweeping motion, clearly telling her nurses to back off.
"Thank you," she says. "I'll take it from here on." She sweeps her arm once again to a door and bends over to show her respects to the nurses who assisted. The nurses comply; they too bow and leave the room in chronological order. The eyes look up, the doctor looks down, the two eyes meet. "Yagami Light…"
Light looks up with distinctive attention at the doctor, a simple white coat wit ha device around her neck. Even with Light's genius IQ, his mind was so out of place at the moment that he wasn't able to figure out what the instrument was. He blurted out loud, "silver… tuby… what animal can nit be, won't you help me solve this… mystery!" clearly; he had sung the theme from the Martin Brother's television show, Zoboomafoo. The doctor smiled at the song, as she took a needle out of Light's back. The liquid in it had been removed from the container and evidentially, extracted into Light. Intoxicated, Light went back to sleep.
"God dammit…" complained the woman in white, "you think 22cc of painkillers would work on the guy. He's all doped up. Had to use the heavy tranquilizer even, damn." She looked back at her patient, sound asleep, Light laid there on the trolley like an innocent child. Before he put it upon himself to cast judgment upon people, before his genocide, before he was shot. He lay motionless, almost peaceful to look at. I'd date him if he weren't with that Misa… oh well. Not for me to choose anyways. The doctor stepped back against the trolley and continued down the corridor. The two of them passed doors to E.Rs, others in pain, doctors, and nurses. Not showing much sign of comprehension, she just smiled back them, not paying attention to anything else besides Light. Light could feel motion, even though asleep, his senses were trained to react to direct movement. His mind, as drugged as it was, calculated the calibration and tiles under his trolley and summed up a reasonable answer. The trolley, traveling at about 3 MPH, estimated time required to DZ – 4 minutes. This hospital was very familiar to Light; he could sense the presence of the known people from a mile away. Light was born premature, 2 weeks early; he was to die if not treated for. The specialists at Lavender Heights hospital in Canada had treated Light as a special case. All Japanese hospitals at the time were all filled up with early pregnancies and the extreme outbreak of the Ebola virus at the time. Light had made sure that he would leave this hospital alone on his judgment lists, he made sure anyone who had cared for him in the hospital would not be harmed. No matter how great the crime that they committed, they would not be harmed.
"Doctor Coles, who's that?" a voice asked. Immediately, the female doctor's senses lightened up at the question. The man, 60 years old looking, approached the trolley. He examined Light, moved from left to right on his tale, looking up from head to toe. Light seemed to look completely natural thanks to the tranquilizer. "Why isn't it Yagami Light! By god, I haven't seen him in… 20 years is it now?"
Ms. Coles laughed, "Aha-ha, yes sir. Yagami Light, the specialist case from 20 years ago." She sensed derangement in the situation and continued to prod, "were you on his case?"
He answered, "Yes, I was the physician on duty at that time. I was responsible for his life. Quite a hard case as well, something about him didn't add up. His bone marrow was extremely underdeveloped. I had quite a ride with this one." He chuckled. "Well, seeing that you're on duty, Ashley, it should all be fine. After all, you are one of the best." He looked back at the girl.
Ashley was new to the hospital, just finishing her medical degree at an unbelievably young age of 22 Blonde straight hair draping down her snow-white overcoat. Wearing a purple blouse and charcoal black skirt she worked with what she got.
"Hah, I suppose so… that is what my professors told you right?" she wondered.
He moved closer to process Light, "Hmm… yes, that's what they said alright." He leaned back and took the informational board off the trolley's front. Light's foot seemed to move under the covers, almost making it look like he was trying to kick the old hero. He flipped through the pages, carefully examining every detail. Ashley's heart started to race, her first week at the hospital, she hadn't coped in quite yet. The man looked around, "where are your nurses?" he asked.
Oh crap! Thought Ashley remembering she had sent them away to continue on with their break. I'll be found out, think Ashley think! The man put down the board and smiled. Ashley surprised, asked. "um… sorry to be rude but… I really must tend to this patient."
"Oh, yes! You shouldn't be apologizing, it should be Me." the man looked back at Light. "What are the kids saying these days? Is it… ash, yes. Peace out Light." He waved as the trolley started to move again.
"Phew! Close one there." The doctor looked down at Light. "Wonder how much trouble it'll be for me to clear your name in time." The trolley moved down the corridors turning left and right, dodging incoming trolleys and obstacles. Eventually, pulling up at a door. On the door, white letters reading "Yagami Light" engraved onto a black slate of plastic was plastered onto the wooden door. She pushed the door open with the back of the cart and entered. She carefully swiveled her way across the room's obstacles and set Light down in a quiet spot. Beside a window. The coverings, simple white strips hanged down from a line at the top, just like the one Light had at home. "I'll be back in a few, gonna get some more tranquilizer and steroids. You wait there." She left the room and turned to the right down to the pharmacy. Passing the door, she through the used needle into the garbage along with some papers to cover it.
Light now remained in the room alone, the birds outside the window perched on the windowsill and sang their song calling towards their offspring. They seemed to take a liking to Light, immediately turning their attention to him. He lay there, motionless, occasionally moaning a little. Not from the pharmaceuticals but from his dreams instead. Flash backs filled his mind, the last scene he had seen. Getting shot in the hand and then the chest, it was amazing he had survived the blows and now… in a Canadian hospital? Though Light's conscious side remained retarded for the time being his unconsciously plotted his escape from the facility, after being treated of course. The birds, now chirping outside his windowsill had now multiplied in numbers. From one to seven birds perched. They seemed to almost be trying to wake up Light. They chirped louder, and louder, and louder. The door squeaked, Ashley reentered. She was holding plastic bag containing several containers with pills inside. She advanced towards Light not sure if he was awake or not. Rudely, she poked him and at once backend up. Her arms went up in thought that Light may have been aware of the action and were offended. Her eyes scrunched, opened a little, and opened widely. She put her arms down and advanced towards Light. He still lay there, completely motionless.
Abruptly, Light moaned a little. Faint but showed signs of life. She was relieved, her patient wasn't gone yet. "Life signs, good. I thought I had killed you with all that tranquilizer that I put into you." She walked toward the garbage can and dug through the papers to find the needle she had thrown out. She read the needle for any left over condensation smudges on the markings. she found a lead. 30 cc. She next looked up at the wall, a clock there. She counted back the time that she had just spent and calculated the estimated time of Light's slumber. She groaned in disappointment. "You'll be down for another 3 hours… I guess I put too much in. all I wanted was an immediate effect!" she frowned and looked down, her hands pulling on her skirt to relieve tension, she slowly let go and thought, Well, I might as well get some paper work done then. She went out the room and turned right to her office.
Fade, 3:02:39 later.
Ashley returned into the room, to her surprise Light was up now. His back leaned against the wall, his hands at his sides. Cords connected his hands to a bag of Fluosol. Ashley spoke to make speech, "Um… how are you feeling?" she moved a little closer to light. She held a black binder with both arms held towards her chest.
Light looked at her and grunted. He didn't speak.
"I'd understand if you're mad at me… but try to understand, I had to do what I did! You were on the stairs, bleeding to death. I couldn't just sit there and do nothing. Moral duty as a doc-"
She was cut off by light, he held his hand to her. "No, it's ok. I completely understand." He answered finally.
"Oh, good. I thought you lost your ability to speak, we'll start treatment tomorrow if you'd like."
Light stared randomly into the wall on the right, "Yea, sure, that'd be fine with me. but before that… can you answer some questions for me?"
Ashley was stunned, questions? This man had just came out of almost a comatose death, what else could he possibly want to know? She respodned kindly, "Sure." She sat down on a stool and placed her binder onto the counter to the left. "Shoot, I'll do my best to answer everything to my ability." She strutted her head to the left in an attempt to seem gentle.
"What's your name for starters?" Light asked. He had no hesitation to ask, he felt safe beside this girl.
"Ashley," she giggled,
Light joked, "I see, do you know my name?"
"Yagami Light."
"Hah, I see… I was identified rather quickly huh?"
"Well, no, I had asked a doctor in the hospital about your condition what I should have done. One immediately reconized you and gave me your name."
"I see…" Light obsorbed all of this quite well, the information seemed to make perfect sense.
"6 hours ago, I was in Japan. Now, Canada. Explanation please?"
"Well, I found you lying on a stair case in an abandoned warehouse and brought you directly to the hospital. They had you slightly treated. You would have been fully treated by now, but… the hospital had rejected our offer for you to stay there. They had been full… so with no where else to turn to, I got us the soonest flight to Canada on a concord where I treated you here."
"Thanks, it really wansn't necessary." Light frowned as he said this statement. "I really would've been fine dying right there."
"Well," Ashley stood up and moved towards the bed, she patted the sheets and sat down. "You should've worn a 'I want to die here' sign.'"
"Eh, I should have, shouldn't I have?"
"Meh, I suppose." The two laughed. "Well, you should get some rest, it's already dark, I should be getting home by now…" Ashey glanced at the clock on the wall again. "Ouch, rather, I should've been home 4 hours ago."
"It's ok, you go. I'll be fine here." Light smiled.
"Well, ok. I'll see you in the morning then." She smiled and took her coat off the coat rack on beside the door. She waved back as she left.
Light waved back too and smirked. "Can I use her…? I can try." Light looked out the window on the door. "I'm getting out of here no matter what."
FADE TO BLACK
Well, that's it folks. I'll continue as soon as I can! Remember to review pl0x!