Title: Cliffnotes June 9, 2000
Author: Chance
E-mail: chance1562@aol.com
Feedback: Yes please g
Category: Family
Spoilers: none
Season/sequel/series: Cliffnotes
Rating: PG
Content warnings: A little angsty
Summary: In Cliffnotes
Archive: The Wanderings, ELF Command, Avant Guard, and WWOMB, anyone else please ask g
Disclaimer: I dont' own them, I'm obviously not making money here. g
Author's notes: Not beta'd (hey, it's almost 1 am here g) but spell, grammar and plot checked g This is a lot darker then the others here, must be feeling angsty I guess g Some of this is a tad auto biographical, although I never reached this point. I _was_ admitted for a bit though.
For AT, I miss you.
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The steady sound of a heart monitor filled the sterile room, it's beeping reassuring in a morbid way. As long as the tinny sound of it's "beep...beep...beep" filled the room, it meant that the child laid out on the hospital bed was still fighting, still struggling for each tortured breath.
An IV line was steadily dripping it's clear liquid into the small body. The needle, dug into the back of the little hand was covered by a plastic half-cup, put in place to prevent the boy from accidentally scratching it out. A tube ran from under his nose to a tank resting next to the bed, giving precious oxygen into lungs laboring for each breath.
The boy, all of two-years-old, had a faint bluish tinge around his lips and even the cozy hospital pajamas couldn't warm him up and continual shudders racked his small frame. The covers were drawn up tightly to his chin in a useless attempt to ward off the internal chill.
A clipboard sat attached to the end of the bed, detailing the sickness currently ravaging his body. Seemingly endless charts that only the specialists and nurses in charge of his care could comprehend were scrawled across the papers under it's clip. One important detail sat forlorn at the top of the first page, overlooked for the most part in favor of the medical issues at hand. A name, identifying the child lying in the bed as a person, someone with a family, someone deeply loved.
Lucas James Bridger.
A child too young to die yet without a say in the matter as the pneumonia that had grabbed hold of him a week ago continued to ravage his fragile body. At the moment the doctors had little hope for his recovery, but none of them were willing to give up.
There was still hope.