Juggler
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Post Episode 23
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AN: Ok, I admit, this is really late. I actually wrote this a couple years ago when Ultraman Orb was still airing. Speaking up which, I need to finish Geed. Anyway, this just something I thought up and wrote down so I hope you all enjoy it! :) Now, on with the show!
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'I lost.' Juggler thought. His body was beaten and bruised, and he could easily imagine that he had broken bones and internal bleeding, he was hit directly by Orb's Supreme Calibur after all. He had the edge in battle, he destroyed buildings practicing his new technique just to defeat him. They battled each other sword to sword, darkness against light. He deflected many of his attacks soundlessly, eliminating any pests that got in the way of their fight. He even managed to overpower Orb! But he overcame it, and continued fighting Juggler, using his strongest attack on the dark alien in the end, beating Juggler to a pulp.
So here he is, body lain out on top of a building with sirens all around him. Every part of him was screaming pain, and he felt tired, too tired to get up. To think he was so close to beating him, and yet a new power sprung up within his enemy and easily took down Juggler, it was unthinkable. Why?
"The desire to protect others…" He repeated Gai's words. Why? He threw that away a long time ago, so he could embrace the power of darkness. Why? The power of darkness… the ultimate power, the power he had gained… yet Gai seemed to find a way to defeat it time and time again, even going as far to side with darkness to help defeat him. Why? Darkness is supposed to be stronger than light. Why, why can't he beat Ultraman Orb! Why… why… WHY?! Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, Why?! WHY!?… Why? Juggler stared at the sky as he reflected. Why?
'The desire to protect others…'
"I've got the target ready for custody." Juggler heard a familiar voice call out. He looked up. It was that girl's uncle, a VTL officer. He was pointing a gun at him. He started to sit up, barely holding back a wince when pain shot out from his chest and stomach. He ended up in a hunched position with his legs spread out in front of him. Juggler Smirked at the man, raising his hand, pointing a mock gun at him. The human tilted his head back, a grin clear on his face. Suddenly, the whirring sound of multiple helicopters was heard and ten Z-VTLs rose up from beneath, machine guns aimed at him. Juggler's smirk disappeared as he looked around. They surrounded him, ready to shoot on sight.
"You're done for, alien." The man spoke, staring down at him, a wide smile on his face. Juggler stared at him for a minute, then he moved his fingers.
"Bang." He held up his gun hand, then the other with a large frown. To think that humans had caught him. He suddenly smirked again. The end of this world will be upon them, let the foolish human know victory before they witness despair before the power of darkness!
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The first thing the humans did was strap him in a Straitjacket. He winced when they tightened the straps.
"What's the matter, alien, can't handle a simple jacket." A human VTL officer asked mockingly. He and his friend laughed, but quickly stopped when Juggler joined them.
"What's the matter, humans, can't handle a simple alien?" He mockingly asked with a grin. The two of them stepped away from him. His grin widened at their reactions and he laughed.
"Shut up!" Their captain shouted at him, hitting him in the gut. Juggler hit the ground and coughed blood, surprising everyone present.
"Prepare to transition the prisoner to the medical department upon arrival." That girl's uncle, Ittetsu Shibukawa, shouted into his radio. He rushed to Juggler's side.
"Can you stand?" He asked. Juggler just shrugged him off and stood up painfully. He swayed back and forth on his feet, only to collapse. A VTL officer caught him before he fell.
"Easy, get him to the car, nice and slowly." Shibukawa spoke. Juggler was guided to a van hastily. He groaned when they forced him to sit in the back, where there were no seats. Soldiers piled in, closing the door shut and pointing their guns at him. He chuckled at them.
"Are you going to shoot me? A helpless man, injured and tired up? Well, what are you waiting for? Shoot me if you want. Or are you afraid?" He teased. Under their armor, he could tell that they were shaken. He threw his head back and laughed, then coughed again. He glared up at the humans aiming their guns at him as blood slid past his lip.
"If I were you, I would shut up. You're practically killing yourself." Shibukawa spoke. Was that pity in his voice? The nerve. Juggler glared at the man.
"...why….would…..you…..care...?" He smiled mockingly. The van ran over a bump, making Juggler cringe. Bile rose from the back of his throat, but he swallowed it down. His chest started flaring up, and he felt ill. He spread his legs out and leaned on the wall of the moving vehicle, hoping to lessen the pain, but all it did was cause a headache. Before he knew it, that annoying human was beside him.
"Oi, are you alright? Oi?" He was holding him by his shoulders. Juggler barely noticed him, all he could hear was white noise. Something was burning in his chest, did the bump do any damage to him?
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Inside Juggler's body, a creak in a broken rib grew larger. When they hit a bump again, the rib broke and pierced the soft flesh of a lung.
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The pain intensed after another bump. Juggler coughed blood, no, rather, threw up blood. It splattered on the human, much to the latter's surprise. It was suddenly hard to breath. He gasped for air, his chest heaving.
"Oi, hold on, we're almost there. Oi." The noisy human faded into the background in his agony. His vision blurred to the point where all he could see was white. He couldn't hold it back any longer. He threw up all over the floor, himself, and the noisy human. He had no idea what that man did after that, because he passed out, landing in his own bloody mess.
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He came to to the sound of rapidly moving wheels. Juggler could tell his body was lying down on a bed. What was that noise? He pried his eyes open, only to close them again due to the brightness. What the hell was that noise? It was driving him crazy, making his headache. What was it? Rushing wheels? Wait, are those voices? Juggler strained to listen.
"Blood pressure is dropping, his pulse is getting weaker…"
"Damage to organs have been confirmed along with internal bleeding…"
"Broken bones and muscle strain confirmed…"
"One of his lungs may be punctured…"
"He needs a blood transfusion…" something bright flashed in his eyes, making him cringe.
"His pupils are dilapidated…"
"Several veins are suspected to be severed..."
"Prepare the CR..."
Juggler had to shut his eyes and focus on the sound of spinning wheels to drown out the horrible sound of the humans. They were so horribly noisy, it was driving his head nuts. Speaking of which, he felt light headed, as if he was about to pass out again. That was okay with him. He gladly accepted the darkness when it came over him, only to jerk awake as pain seized him and he coughed. A warm sticky liquid covered his mouth. He realized then that he had been gasping for air all the while, and his coughing only made it even more difficult to breathe. A human placed something over his face, and he was able to breathe. An air mask. The relief was welcomed, and last the last thing he heard was the sound of a door banging open before finally losing consciousness.
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3rd point of view
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Juggler was moved onto the operating table and was quickly stripped of his clothes. Large swelling bruises were revealed as nurses covered his body and made other preparations for operating.
"X-rays are in, doctor." A nurse handed him the sheets. The doctor, dressed for surgery looked at them.
"Three of his ribs are broken, on of which punctured his lung, he's lucky it didn't collapse." The doctor switched the sheets. "The damaged parts of the organs need to be exercised, there is a crack in his spine, I'm surprised he was able to stand." He switched the sheets again. "The muscles in his arms and legs are indeed strained, but only to a minor extent. They can be ignored for now, we need to focus on repairing the more serious damage." The doctor gave the sheets back to a nurse, then walked up to the operating table.
"Commencing operation, scalpel." The doctor commanded. A nurse passed him the thin tool. He then proceeded to slice open Juggler's chest.
"Heart beat slow but steady." A nurse called out.
"Retractors." Several nurses began widening the incision. The alien winced in his sleep but didn't wake up.
"Prepare a heavier drug, he's starting to come out of it." The doctor ordered. A nurse looked up.
"Already?" The doctor turned sharply at her.
"Yes, already. May I remind you that he is not human?" He asked. The nurse shook her head and prepared a syringe. The doctor turned back to his work as the nurse administered the drug. The nurses finished their work, giving him full view of Juggler's organs.
"Now beginning repair of the the ribs, starting with the broken one that punctured the lung. It has made a clean break from the rest of the rib. Large bone holding forceps." The doctor called and a nurse handed him one. Using the large tool, the doctor then proceeded to pull the broken rib from the lung.
"Sweat." A nurse dabbed his forehead with a clothe. The doctor turned back to his work.
"No severe damage to the lung, may need to take another x-ray to make sure later." The doctor noted as he continued to pull it out. Once it was out of the lung, he placed the rib on a tray.
"There are no visible traces of any fluids except for a large amount of blood that leaked into the air sacs. Suction." A nurse handed him the end of a tube. He parted the hole in the lung and inserted the tube in.
"Alright, turn it on." A nurse flipped a switch. Immediately, the tube was filled with blood, flowing into a bag. After a while, the doctor signalled the nurse to flip the off switch and removed the tube.
"All remaining damage to the lung should be able to heal on its own." He motioned a nurse over.
"Get this to a lab, he needs a transfusion and human blood may not work." The doctor ordered, holding the package of blood in front of him. The nurse nodded and and left the CR. The doctor turned back to his work.
"Now proceeding to mend the broken ribs." A nurse handed him the clamp with the rib. Taking the tool, the doctor carefully aligned the broken sections of the rib.
"Rib plating." A nurse handed it to him. He quickly placed it around the broken rib, securing it. He moved to the other two, placing the same plating on each of them.
Once that was done, the doctor looked at Juggler's damaged organs, making notes on what can be healed on their own and what needs to be operated on swiftly.
"The right kidney and liver have small sections that need to be exercised. His stomach has suffered an abdominal trauma, rare for it to occur on that organ. He'll need laparotomy surgery. Scalpel." Upon concluding his survey of the damage, the doctor moved straight back to operating. A nurse handed him the blade.
"Sweat." A nurse dabbed his forehead. He then proceeded with the laparotomy surgery, making an incision in Juggler's abdomen wall to fix the damage.
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Half an hour later, the doctor moved from his stomach to his liver.
"Now starting to exercise the more damaged sections of the liver and kidney. Scalpel." A nurse gave him the tool.
"Sweat." A nurse dabbed his forehead. He went back to his work, preparing to remove the damaged part of the liver. The blade was just about to pierce the flesh when suddenly.
"Heart rate is dropping!" The nurse who was monitoring the shipment suddenly called out. The doctor quickly put the scalpel down and moved to Juggler's heart.
"Charge the defibrillator." He quickly called. A nurse switched a machine on.
"Charging now." A nurse handed him the two electrodes just as Juggler's heart flatlined. The doctor immediately placed them on the alien's chest.
"Charge at twenty-five percent." The nurse monitoring the central unit called.
"Clear!" A shock went through Juggler's body. A beeping sound sounded.
"Heart rate has returned and is steady." The nurse reported. The doctor sighed in relief.
"Keep the defibrillator on standby."
"Yes doctor." A nurse handed him back the scalpel and he began to exercise the dead tissue within Juggler's internal organs.
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An hour later, he began stitching Juggler up.
"Take the dead tissues to the lab, have them analyzed for further treatment. X-ray his chest, I want to know why is heart rate decreased." The doctor calmly issued orders to his attendants. A nurse carried a tub with Juggler's dead tissue in it away, another was checking his heart rate, and a third entered.
"The artificial blood is ready, how much will he need?" She asked. The doctor immediately turned to her.
"At least five gallons. Blood lost could've been the reason why his heart stopped." She nodded and left. The doctor sighed from exhaustion as a nurse wheeled the injured alien fugitive away.
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The doctor left the room once he was finished. Juggler was now resting in another room with an air mask and a nurse giving him some artificially created blood by transfusion. Shibukawa and a VTL official walked up to him.
"Well, how is he?" Shibukawa asked. The doctor sighed from exhaustion.
"The surgery was a success. All remaining internal injuries should heal with time. I repaired the more serious damage, he is out of danger. He will need a few days to sleep it off. Otherwise, I can safely hand him over to you." He reported. Shibukawa sighed in relief, but the official's expression didn't change.
"Tomorrow, put him back in the jacket and send him to us." He ordered. Both the doctor and Shibukawa turned sharply to him.
"What?" Shibukawa asked.
"You heard me. This prisoner is dangerous and needs to be contained." The official spoke. Shibukawa clenched his fist.
"I am afraid I can't allow that." The doctor spoke before Shibukawa could speak. The official looked at him.
"Disobeying orders doctor?" He asked. The doctor stared him down, not backing away.
"He just came out of major surgery, he'll need tomorrow to rest. You can have him the next day." The doctor explained calmly. The official shrugged.
"Very well, but you will have to strap him down in the meantime." He ordered while turning away. Shibukawa waited till he was out of earshot before turning to the doctor.
"Thanks doc, I owe you one." He spoke. The doctor shook his head.
"No need to thank me, that man, whether or not he is human, is still my patient. I'll be damned if I let anything happen to him." He explained while walking away.
"Hey doc, about his mental health…" Shibukawa called after him.
"I'm afraid that there is nothing I can do until he wakes up, and by then he will be in your hands." The doctor replied without looking back. Shibukawa clenched his teeth than glanced back at Juggler's room.
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AN: Wow, that didn't take as long as I thought. I plan on posting another chapter in a month. What did you guys think about the surgery part? It took me a few weeks cause I needed to look somethings up. I'm no doctor. ;} I apologize if I made any mistakes during surgery… that sounded scary just now. :P I left out a lot of details because I didn't want anyone to throw up reading this. 3 BTW, I'm considering making my chapters as long as this one, which is 6 pages and my other stories are 3-4 pages long. Can you guys let me know if I should have 6 pages be the limit to all of my chapters in my future stories. Trust me, I have a lot of good stories coming up.
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