A/N: Ok this is my second fanfic, well not really since i never completed the first one. Oh well, this was started off by a book, that i can't remember the title to or the author who wrote it. Oh well, please enjoy this fic. AND PLZ R&R.

Disclaimer: of course StarFox isn't mine.

"How much blood has he lost?"

"A little more than half, I'm afraid," a second voice responded. He struggled to remain conscious, the voices sounded like they came from out of nowhere. He couldn't tell who was speaking. He thought they sounded familiar but that didn't matter to him right now. They all rushed up a craggy hillside. The ascent was much more difficult due to the rain, the rain served to only make the rocks slippery and loose. Another jolt of pain shot through him, and he screamed in agony. "Carry him more gently; we cannot afford to lose him." It was the different voice from before. Fox opened his eyes to see who was speaking, but he could only see blurred images of figures. A fourth figure appeared from the top-right of his vision, she stroked the top of his head, "don't worry you're going to be just fine." Even though he couldn't see clearly enough to distinguish the face, he could tell the she was worried.

The pain in his chest and his leg shot up again, he screamed again. "Hurry, we're almost there!" They carried him into a medical tent that was propped up next to a cave. The 3 people carrying him quickly set him down on an empty bed, and moved out of the way so the doctor could have a look. He pulled out a small light, and opened Fox's eye then moved to the next one. As he was performing standard and routine medical procedures, he spoke to the person that first spoke. "What happened?"

"His arwing was shot down by an enemy ship." The third voice cut in "and when we reached him, we saw that the front of the arwing was smashed and a rod from the arwing's engine had been jammed through the control panel, and into the right side" that figure lowered its head to the floor "of his chest." The doctor retrieved a bottle from a small case on the floor, and an injection needle. "And what about his leg?" the doctor asked as he went back to work on the patient. The first figure answered this time "his leg was also punctured by an object, but it was also crushed by the front of the arwing."

"good thing you got him here quickly, his lungs are filling with his blood. And its likely that he won't be able to draw breath from his right lung." This fact was true, Fox was currently experiencing breathing problems and having difficulty breathing.

As bad as it sounded Fox was more concerned with other matters.

He opened his eyes and looked around the room, the figures were no less clear than the last time he looked. He slowly lifted his hand, and grabbed the sleeve of the doctor. He tried to speak but could only let out a weak moan. The doctor filled the injector with the fluid he retrieved from his case "Don't worry Fox, you'll gonna be just fine." By the sound of his voice, Fox wasn't convinced. Fox dropped the hand he had on the doctor, then he flopped his head to the other direction and weakly clutched the arm of other person. This time when he tried to speak, he only got a mouthful of blood. The doctor sounded quite alarmed "Quickly flip him on his side," the others didn't need to be told twice. When Fox was turned to his side, he coughed up all the blood in his mouth, then they set him back down.

Fox let out a wheeze as he tried to draw breath, only to find out that it came up short. "I have to work quickly, the lung is quickly filling up" he pointed to another person who had accompanied the others in, "you hand me that machine to your right and that pump and hose to your left." He did as he was told. Fox made another attempt to speak, he grabbed the person, to his right side, sleeve. First he mouthed the word, then the figure lowered her head and turned her ear to Fox "what is it Fox?" With all his remaining strength he lifted himself a few centimeters of the table and harshly whispered the word 'KRYSTAL.' He dropped back onto the table while the figure raised herself to full height again. The second voice whispered to the first "what did he say?" The first's eyebrow drew together and said "he said the word crystal." "what? How could he be worried ab-" those were the last words he heard before the doctor injected him with the fluid.

Fox slowly drifted off into the darkness. The sounds became distorted, and the sights wavered. Fox could only moan his beloved's name once more before the shadows consumed him.

Krystal……………………………………………..

A/N: I do believe that i ended this to short, but oh well. Hoped you liked it, and please review. Thank you.