I decided to write this story after reading my friend Kat-chan's epic-"The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth." Not to spoil anything, but one of the major plotpoints is the disappearance of all adult figures in (at least) Odaiba. Imagine being a small child, or a pre-teen who suddenly found themselves alone. No caretakers, no authority, no one to make them feel safe, no one in control. Now imagine you are sick. Very sick. And even though you are sick, you have to take care of others who are at least as sick as you.
Welcome to Odaiba's Children's Hospital.
*Please note that I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on tv. If I'm grossly wrong, feel free to correct me!
My Own Private Odaiba
by Nefertanya dragongurl Ahhotep
Day 0: Day is Done
Satoshi Norowareteiru awoke to the insistent beeping of a nearby machine. With a deep groan, he propped himself up on one elbow to peer into the darkened room for its creator.
he thought as his eyes locked onto the small light that kept time with the beeping. His heart rate moniter. Great. With another groan he flopped on his back and coughed. Fumbling in the darkness, he finally found the call button and prayed the response would be a bit quicker than usual. The infernal machine would not stop beeping by itself, and the staff tended to frown upon unplugging the machine altogether.
"Nurse? Hello?" he asked groggily. "Is anyone there? Will someone please come in and turn this damn thing off?!"
But there was no reply, and none for several minutes, even though he kept his finger on it. Alarm bells began to go off in Satoshi's head. It was against hospital procedure to blatenly ignore a patient, wasn't it? Something was very wrong.
Perhaps the staff was being held hostage by a madman? Or maybe some super-infectious disease had forced his wing to be quarentined? Mass alien abduction? Or maybe he had already died and this was one of those out-of-body experiences.
The japanese teen swung his feet out of the warm bed and slipped on his leather slippers. Grabbing the lightweight pole that held his I.V bag, he cautiosly opened the door, and peered out into the over-bright hallways.
His eyes grew wide with stunned horror. The hallways were empty. Check that-they were empty of any *adults*. Confused and terrified children of all ages, but no older that seventeen, huddled in small groups. Some were in tears, others simply sat on the floor and rocked. And over the whimpering and sobbing, the switchboard was ringing, the sheer number of lights making it seem like a Christmas display. Over all that, machines demanded attention with piercing wails. The din was so *loud*, so *pressing*, that he threw his hands over his ears and retreated into the darkness of his room and it's solitary beep.
His breath came in ragged gasps, forcing him to cough more.
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Welcome to Odaiba's Children's Hospital.
*Please note that I am not a doctor, nor do I play one on tv. If I'm grossly wrong, feel free to correct me!
My Own Private Odaiba
by Nefertanya dragongurl Ahhotep
Day 0: Day is Done
Satoshi Norowareteiru awoke to the insistent beeping of a nearby machine. With a deep groan, he propped himself up on one elbow to peer into the darkened room for its creator.
he thought as his eyes locked onto the small light that kept time with the beeping. His heart rate moniter. Great. With another groan he flopped on his back and coughed. Fumbling in the darkness, he finally found the call button and prayed the response would be a bit quicker than usual. The infernal machine would not stop beeping by itself, and the staff tended to frown upon unplugging the machine altogether.
"Nurse? Hello?" he asked groggily. "Is anyone there? Will someone please come in and turn this damn thing off?!"
But there was no reply, and none for several minutes, even though he kept his finger on it. Alarm bells began to go off in Satoshi's head. It was against hospital procedure to blatenly ignore a patient, wasn't it? Something was very wrong.
Perhaps the staff was being held hostage by a madman? Or maybe some super-infectious disease had forced his wing to be quarentined? Mass alien abduction? Or maybe he had already died and this was one of those out-of-body experiences.
The japanese teen swung his feet out of the warm bed and slipped on his leather slippers. Grabbing the lightweight pole that held his I.V bag, he cautiosly opened the door, and peered out into the over-bright hallways.
His eyes grew wide with stunned horror. The hallways were empty. Check that-they were empty of any *adults*. Confused and terrified children of all ages, but no older that seventeen, huddled in small groups. Some were in tears, others simply sat on the floor and rocked. And over the whimpering and sobbing, the switchboard was ringing, the sheer number of lights making it seem like a Christmas display. Over all that, machines demanded attention with piercing wails. The din was so *loud*, so *pressing*, that he threw his hands over his ears and retreated into the darkness of his room and it's solitary beep.
His breath came in ragged gasps, forcing him to cough more.
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