U.P—It's that time again, fellow fanfic writers! Chapter update! I hope you like it so far and hopefully I'm not too confusing because I looked at the novel I'm writing (well, someone looked it over for me) and said it was confusing like I have half of the descriptions in my head and half on paper—which isn't too good, is it? Anyway, I'm rambling and I just thought of a really good Inuyasha fanfiction 

So read and enjoy (hopefully!) Reviews are very welcome  And so are flames because I value everyone's opinions. Just don't flame me instead of the story if you do at all. Okay! Time for chapter seven!

Chapter Seven: Miracle

Lenne's life was on the line…literally. Actually lines to be exact. Machine lines.

Once Shuyin carried her into the hospital, doctors immediately wheeled her to the emergency room on a hospital bed and attached her to a respirator. By just looking at her, one doctor told Shuyin that she was to have back surgery. If she lived long enough. Though the chances of her survival would be higher if he brought her in sooner, so said the doctors. To this, he retaliated that he had just found her and would they please just do their job? They left him alone after that.

Once everyone had disappeared, Shuyin felt tears sliding down his cheeks, mingling with Maechen's blood that had spattered him earlier.

Please live, Lenne. You're strong, you're a survivor, I know it!

Shuyin figured he should let her sister know. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Suite 900, hoping Mirelle had called it quits and went home. After the third ring, he got his answer.

"H-hello?"

"Mirelle, good! It's Shuyin. I see you called it quits, huh?"

"No!" she shouted into the phone. She was clearly flustered and Shuyin felt some remorse even in his nervous state. "I couldn't find her, you self-centered—agh! I searched everywhere and I couldn't find her. Not even a word of her! She might've died and you call to harp on me-!"

Her voice was saturated with tears, making Shuyin regret his words once more. He interrupted her anyways.

"Lenne's not dead. She's here. At the hospital," he said quietly.

There was silence on the other end. Shuyin was afraid she'd hung up.

"Lenne's not dead?" she finally, her voice a whisper.

For once he didn't open his big mouth to tell her that her sister had a slim chance of survival

Shuyin jumped a bit when he heard squealing on the other end.

"Really? Thank you, Shuyin! I take it back! You're not that self-centered!"

"Heh, thanks…wait-!"

"So where are you now?"

"Hospital three in D-North."

"On my way!"

After they hung up, Shuyin was feeling a little better about himself for informing Mirelle and even more confused about her personality. Instead of contemplating this, he waited for news of Lenne and drummed his fingers nervously. He wasn't even tired anymore. What, with his near-death experience on the building and what was happening to Lenne? Sleep was out of the question!

Beyond frantic, Shuyin continually annoyed the doctors walking through the hallways with their head bent in paperwork. Not purposely though. See, Shuyin found no problem in asking for updates on Lenne's condition every half-hour. But they barely gave him an answer and one female doctor chided him as he was a child to be punished. After these incidents, he went back to waiting.

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Finally, after hours, a nurse told him that he could see Lenne.

"She's recovering, but it'll be a slow process. She might have some brain damage though…"

Brain damage?!

"Take me to her!" he ordered, feeling numb from the news.

"Easy, kid. I said might."

So they walked down the long white hallway and into a large room full of whirring machines and a couple paintings to lighten the cold moon of the monotony. It just made Shuyin more depressed. He hated hospitals. But there was Lenne in here. He was so fixated on her that he didn't even hear the nurse leave.

"And here I thought you were already here…"

"Mirelle?" Shuyin glanced up in surprise.

"Took you long enough."

"How'd you get in here? I didn't even see you walk into the hospital!"

"Thought I'd ditch, didn't you? Well, no, there's something called a side entrance sine I'm her sister, I was allowed to wait with her," she said tartly.

Shuyin, who had only been spoken to that way recently by anyone, (except, maybe, his old man whom he ignored) was speechless.

Mirelle, catching her mistake through Shuyin's stunned eyes, softened her expression and apologized. "Shuyin, I'm sorry, I just--"

"Don't worry about it," he said politely, reflecting on the attitude he attained through this hectic situation. "Since you're family, did they tell you what's wrong with her?"

"See for yourself," she said, not unkindly.

He did. And he didn't like it.

Lenne had tubes up her nose and wires connecting parts of her body to healing rods and respirators. Everything about her looked fragile and as if she had just finished having surgery.

"Are they gonna do anything else?

"Hell, yeah! She still has tiny grenade fragments in her back and probably in her arms, legs, and places they didn't get to yet. They're tiny, but caused a lot of blood loss. She's also internally bleeding, I think."

"If only I'd gotten here sooner…"

Mirelle scowled. "Sure, maybe Lenne might be a little bit better right now if you got here sooner, but you can't live life on ifs and buts! Or else…the world wouldn't be the same as it is today!"

Shuyin sighed, accepting this as best he could. You didn't have to know Mirelle long to know that she was blunt and honest, whether you liked it or not. He felt better because at least she didn't blame him, at least, he didn't think so. But even though she didn't, he still did.

"Argh! I'm such an idiot! I looked everywhere, but there—until too late!"

"It might not be too late," she countered firmly, fists clenched.

Resigned, Shuyin sat silently in a nearby chair and watch the jagged lines rise and decline on the heart rate monitor. Mirelle joined him just as quietly.

And they sat there for another hour.

Finally, a doctor arrived and told Shuyin that it was time for him to leave, for visiting hours were over. Without protest, Shuyin left and hoped for Lenne's recovery.

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"Shuyin, where have you been?!" Ely's shrill, angry voice rang through the phone.

"I'm sorry, Ely, I—wait, did I ever tell you my number?"

She didn't answer, but he could practically feel her seething on the other line.

"I found Lenne—and Maechen!" Fortunately, this quieted her tone. "Where are they?"

"Maechen, he—I'm sorry."

They were quiet for a moment, mourning.

"And the songstress, she asked finally.

"She…might make it."

"That's one sorta good thing at least. Is she recovering at all?"

"Yeah, I think so. Hey, Ely I'm sorry, I just...if I called you sooner…sorry, I worried you."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up about it, at least I know now. Bye, Shuyin," she said, voice flat and curt.

"Later, Ely," he said gently.

They hung up—the caller a bit quickly than expected.

Man if Mirelle were here, she'd lecture me again. I said an 'if' again. But seriously, those two should meet one day.

So Shuyin thought with amusement as he walked home. For one he didn't enjoy walking around the city—it just renewed the despondency he felt when he looked at the post-war remnants. And he also was getting too tired to really look—it was early morning by now! Retiring, he called a hover car.

News of Lenne's incident traveled far. Soon, everyone, including Shuyin, wanted to visit Lenne in D-North's hospital 3. So that's where he was now. After two weeks, Lenne was recovering miraculously. Hopefully, she would be able to leave the hospital soon and stand on her own two feet.

For the first time in that hospital room, Lenne had awoken.

"Sh-Shuyin…?"

Lenne's eyes opened a little and Shuyin jumped half an inch. Did Lenne really, finally speak again?

"I'm here, Lenne!"

"I'm tired…of lying here…"

In spite of himself, Shuyin had to smile. Typical Lenne.

"Don't worry, Lenne, you're healing real fast!"

"Who won?"

What? For a second, Shuyin thought she was talking about Blitzball.

"The Zanarkand Abes, of course!"

Lenne laughed weakly, but heart was behind it. Shuyin found it difficult to see her in this vulnerable state. But why was she laughing?

"The war?"

Shuyin turned a light shade of red. "Oh. Uh, Zanarkand did."

"Good. Where's…Mirelle?"

"Probably down at A-East."

Lenne's head twitched and Shuyin took it for a nod. He hated how weakly she was speaking. Why couldn't she feel better already? It was gnawing at Shuyin, himself.

"Can you…call her here please?"

"Of course," he promised without even asking why.

On impulse, he grasped her hand and said "Everything's gonna be alright, Lenne, just hang in there!"
To his delight, she squeezed his back as hard as she was able to.

"I'll be right back, Lenne," he said softly.

He walked out of the room to give her some quiet and dialed Suite 900.

It rang only once before Mirelle picked up.

"Shuyin?" she said eagerly

"The one and only."

"Cool. What's up?"

"Lenne's awake and asked for you to come."

"Thanks for telling me! I'll be there in a minute. Anything else?"

"Nope."

"Alright then. Bye, Shuyin!"

"Later."

After Shuyin hung up, Mirelle arrived literally seconds afterward.

"Gotta love those hovercars," she said upon entering and then walked into her older sister's room.

Why did she request her sister there and then? Obviously Lenne had something important on her mind.

U.P. Alrighty! Chapter seven done! So how do you guys like Ely and Mirelle, no one's told me and I usually don't do strong characters like these so I want opinions 

Also, I hope that you didn't find this chapter dull, sorry if you did! School's been pretty hectic, so if I'm late, once again, sorry!

Gracias!

Merci!

Arigatou!

Bye!