**Chapter seven, hot off the presses and just for you! Some things are going to happen in this chapter. Matt is going to leave the hospital against the doctor's orders, making him at risk of opening his wound again. Tai is going to be going around the harbor, trying to aid those in need of help. Mimi and Sora are going to find out if Mimi's pregnant or not also. So review this chapter right after you read it, okay?!?!**
War Torn
Chapter Seven: Help Is On The Way
Mimi sat down on the table, her clothes in a neat pile on the floor. She felt a breeze against her skin from the open back of the hospital gown she now donned. Shaking from fear and the chill the backless garb was giving her, Mimi looked around at all the pictures of babies in the room. She was startled when the door opened and a tall middle aged woman walked in, a stethoscope around her neck.
"Hello Mrs. Ishida, I am Doctor Reed. Let's see what's the matter now. Are you feeling sick in the mornings?" the woman asked, studying a clipboard with Mimi's information on it.
"I haven't been sick, really. Well once about a week ago." Mimi answered honestly. Doctor Reed nodded, raising her eyebrows.
"Have you had intercourse lately?" she asked, looking up at the young woman. Something about this young lady struck the doctor as odd, but she didn't say anything.
"Yes, about three weeks ago." Mimi responded again.
"Okay, let's be honest. I know you're not married. There's no ring on your finger, and by the way you are tan, there would be a ring mark if you had simply forgotten the ring. Please tell me, I won't judge you." Doctor Reed stated. Mimi stiffened, then looked away from the woman.
"I'm not married. My boyfriend is a Captain in the Air Force, and right now he's at Pearl Harbor. He has no idea I'm even here, and I don't know if he's alive or dead." Mimi wailed, cupping her head in her hands as she sobbed.
"It's okay, Mimi. Now, I need your real name. If you don't tell me, I can't run any tests to see if you are pregnant or not." Doctor Reed said quietly. Mimi dried her eyes and wrote her name down on the clipboard, then followed her doctor to the testing room, where she laid down on another table and had some blood taken.
"That's it. We'll contact you tomorrow afternoon, Ms. Tachikawa. Now go home and rest. I'll be praying for you and your boyfriend." Doctor Reed said, leaving Mimi to put her clothes back on. A short time later, Mimi joined Sora in the waiting room.
"Well?" Sora asked.
"We'll know tomorrow. " Mimi replied, walking with her friend out the door and into the light of the afternoon sun.
Tai walked down a dirt road toward a small house that had been hit by a bomb. As he approached the home, he noticed four figures sitting on the ground beside the charred rubble. Fearing the worst, Tai ran toward them, stopping to find four small children sitting at the doorway to their home.
"Where are your parents?" Tai asked. One girl, around six years old, pointed at the burnt house.
"In there. I think they're dead." The girl replied, her eyes large with fear. Tai dropped to his knees to examine the other children.
"That's Joshua, he's four. And that's Ruth, she's two. This is Layne. He's the littlest one in our family." The girl said as she handed a small infant to Tai, who held him carefully.
"What's your name?" Tai asked. The girl smiled shyly, waving a strand of dirty blonde hair out of her face.
"Mary. I'm eight years old. These are my brothers and my sister." Mary replied. Tai forced himself not to cry at the sight o the four orphans. He gathered them into his arms and hugged them to him tightly.
"I want my mommy!" Ruth cried, tears falling from her green eyes. Tai sighed and looked at the place where their home once stood.
"Is it okay if I take you to the shelter for awhile? You can get cleaned up and eat some lunch. How about that?" Tai asked, dodging the subject of the kids' parents. The three older children nodded, and tai stood, cradling the baby in his arms. Together they walked down the dirt road where some of Tai's fellow soldiers were standing.
"You take the little girl; you take the older one. And you take the boy. We're going to take them to the shelter." Tai commanded. The three men each picked up a child and walked behind Tai toward a large building that had been turned into a homeless shelter. After depositing the children with a nurse, Tai walked back to the house with the other men.
"We need to go through the rubble and find their parents. They must have been playing outside when the bomb hit the house. The little girl said her mom and dad were inside." Tai explained. Still forcing back tears of sorrow. The four men began to search the burnt wood for the two bodies.
Matt got out of his bed, instantly feeling sharp pain in his side where the bullet pierced his flesh. Ignoring the agony, Matt stepped out of bed and struggled to put on a pair of khakis hanging on the wall. Finally dressed, Matt began to make his way out of the hospital, but was stopped by Candie.
"Matt! What are you doing?" Candie cried, stepping between him and the door. Matt moved Candie out of the way and continued to leave.
"Matt, don't go. You're unstable!" Candie yelled. Matt turned, his eyes filled with pain.
"People are still in need of care. Let someone who needs it have my bed." Matt retorted.
"You need that bed. You're hurt!" Candie protested. Matt opened his mouth to protest, but found himself growing weak. He collapsed to the ground in a heap. Candie screamed for a doctor, who helped her bring Matt back into the hospital.
"He wanted to give his bed to someone else. . . I couldn't stop him." Candie cried. The doctor felt Matt's forehead and pulled back instantly.
"He's burning with fever. Let's get him some antibiotics, and keep an eye out for seizures. I think his wound is infected." The doctor ordered. Candie rushed into another room, emerging with antibiotics seconds later. The doctor inserted an IV into Matt's arm and let the antibiotics drip into his system very slowly. Candie took a seat beside Matt and held his hand as he slept, sweat glistening on his forehead.
(*This next part is a dream that Matt is having, just so you all don't get confused.*)
Matt ran down a long winding road toward a small house at the end of the lane. He stopped and took off his hat and uniform jacket, leaving him in a white button down shirt and blue slacks. Opening the door, Matt found himself in an unfamiliar room decorated with pictures of him with Mimi.
"Hello?" Matt called. Another door opened, and Mimi walked out, dressed in a white dress. Matt smiled and hugged her to him.
"I missed you Matt." Mimi whispered. The door opened again, and a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes walked timidly out to the couple. Matt gasped and watched Mimi pick up the child, who was no older than two years.
"Is she. . .mine?" Matt asked. Mimi nodded, and Matt grinned a silly smile before taking the child into his arms.
"What is your name, little one?" Matt asked. The tiny girl smiled a dazzling smile, her tiny white teeth shining.
"Abigail. But my mommy calls me Gail." The child replied. Matt looked at Mimi, who smiled, her hands laced together happily. Matt hugged his daughter, but looked out the window when he heard the sound of a low flying plane.
"Get down!" Matt screamed, but it was too late. The plane shot into the house, hitting all three of the people. Matt fell to the ground, holding Gail in his arms as he fell. He got back up and limped to Mimi.
"Please don't be dead. . . please." Matt whispered as he looked for a pulse. He wailed in anguish when he found she was no longer living. He then checked on his child, who was unconscious. She too, was dead. Matt screamed out in anger, raising his hands to the heavens.
Candie gasped as Matt screamed, raising his hands into the air. She shook him, and his eyes opened.
"Mimi. . .oh God, Mimi please don't be dead. I don't want you to die, and I don't want the baby to either. Please don't die!" Matt called, looking at Candie while he spoke.
"What's wrong?" a doctor asked, running up to Candie and Matt, who was sobbing.
"The fever has made him delusional. He needs to rest." Candie replied, looking at Matt sorrowfully. The doctor shot a sedative into Matt's arm, and he was soon asleep once again.
**So was that terrible? I hope not. Review this one for me, and chapter eight will be on its way as soon as I write it!**
War Torn
Chapter Seven: Help Is On The Way
Mimi sat down on the table, her clothes in a neat pile on the floor. She felt a breeze against her skin from the open back of the hospital gown she now donned. Shaking from fear and the chill the backless garb was giving her, Mimi looked around at all the pictures of babies in the room. She was startled when the door opened and a tall middle aged woman walked in, a stethoscope around her neck.
"Hello Mrs. Ishida, I am Doctor Reed. Let's see what's the matter now. Are you feeling sick in the mornings?" the woman asked, studying a clipboard with Mimi's information on it.
"I haven't been sick, really. Well once about a week ago." Mimi answered honestly. Doctor Reed nodded, raising her eyebrows.
"Have you had intercourse lately?" she asked, looking up at the young woman. Something about this young lady struck the doctor as odd, but she didn't say anything.
"Yes, about three weeks ago." Mimi responded again.
"Okay, let's be honest. I know you're not married. There's no ring on your finger, and by the way you are tan, there would be a ring mark if you had simply forgotten the ring. Please tell me, I won't judge you." Doctor Reed stated. Mimi stiffened, then looked away from the woman.
"I'm not married. My boyfriend is a Captain in the Air Force, and right now he's at Pearl Harbor. He has no idea I'm even here, and I don't know if he's alive or dead." Mimi wailed, cupping her head in her hands as she sobbed.
"It's okay, Mimi. Now, I need your real name. If you don't tell me, I can't run any tests to see if you are pregnant or not." Doctor Reed said quietly. Mimi dried her eyes and wrote her name down on the clipboard, then followed her doctor to the testing room, where she laid down on another table and had some blood taken.
"That's it. We'll contact you tomorrow afternoon, Ms. Tachikawa. Now go home and rest. I'll be praying for you and your boyfriend." Doctor Reed said, leaving Mimi to put her clothes back on. A short time later, Mimi joined Sora in the waiting room.
"Well?" Sora asked.
"We'll know tomorrow. " Mimi replied, walking with her friend out the door and into the light of the afternoon sun.
Tai walked down a dirt road toward a small house that had been hit by a bomb. As he approached the home, he noticed four figures sitting on the ground beside the charred rubble. Fearing the worst, Tai ran toward them, stopping to find four small children sitting at the doorway to their home.
"Where are your parents?" Tai asked. One girl, around six years old, pointed at the burnt house.
"In there. I think they're dead." The girl replied, her eyes large with fear. Tai dropped to his knees to examine the other children.
"That's Joshua, he's four. And that's Ruth, she's two. This is Layne. He's the littlest one in our family." The girl said as she handed a small infant to Tai, who held him carefully.
"What's your name?" Tai asked. The girl smiled shyly, waving a strand of dirty blonde hair out of her face.
"Mary. I'm eight years old. These are my brothers and my sister." Mary replied. Tai forced himself not to cry at the sight o the four orphans. He gathered them into his arms and hugged them to him tightly.
"I want my mommy!" Ruth cried, tears falling from her green eyes. Tai sighed and looked at the place where their home once stood.
"Is it okay if I take you to the shelter for awhile? You can get cleaned up and eat some lunch. How about that?" Tai asked, dodging the subject of the kids' parents. The three older children nodded, and tai stood, cradling the baby in his arms. Together they walked down the dirt road where some of Tai's fellow soldiers were standing.
"You take the little girl; you take the older one. And you take the boy. We're going to take them to the shelter." Tai commanded. The three men each picked up a child and walked behind Tai toward a large building that had been turned into a homeless shelter. After depositing the children with a nurse, Tai walked back to the house with the other men.
"We need to go through the rubble and find their parents. They must have been playing outside when the bomb hit the house. The little girl said her mom and dad were inside." Tai explained. Still forcing back tears of sorrow. The four men began to search the burnt wood for the two bodies.
Matt got out of his bed, instantly feeling sharp pain in his side where the bullet pierced his flesh. Ignoring the agony, Matt stepped out of bed and struggled to put on a pair of khakis hanging on the wall. Finally dressed, Matt began to make his way out of the hospital, but was stopped by Candie.
"Matt! What are you doing?" Candie cried, stepping between him and the door. Matt moved Candie out of the way and continued to leave.
"Matt, don't go. You're unstable!" Candie yelled. Matt turned, his eyes filled with pain.
"People are still in need of care. Let someone who needs it have my bed." Matt retorted.
"You need that bed. You're hurt!" Candie protested. Matt opened his mouth to protest, but found himself growing weak. He collapsed to the ground in a heap. Candie screamed for a doctor, who helped her bring Matt back into the hospital.
"He wanted to give his bed to someone else. . . I couldn't stop him." Candie cried. The doctor felt Matt's forehead and pulled back instantly.
"He's burning with fever. Let's get him some antibiotics, and keep an eye out for seizures. I think his wound is infected." The doctor ordered. Candie rushed into another room, emerging with antibiotics seconds later. The doctor inserted an IV into Matt's arm and let the antibiotics drip into his system very slowly. Candie took a seat beside Matt and held his hand as he slept, sweat glistening on his forehead.
(*This next part is a dream that Matt is having, just so you all don't get confused.*)
Matt ran down a long winding road toward a small house at the end of the lane. He stopped and took off his hat and uniform jacket, leaving him in a white button down shirt and blue slacks. Opening the door, Matt found himself in an unfamiliar room decorated with pictures of him with Mimi.
"Hello?" Matt called. Another door opened, and Mimi walked out, dressed in a white dress. Matt smiled and hugged her to him.
"I missed you Matt." Mimi whispered. The door opened again, and a little girl with blonde hair and blue eyes walked timidly out to the couple. Matt gasped and watched Mimi pick up the child, who was no older than two years.
"Is she. . .mine?" Matt asked. Mimi nodded, and Matt grinned a silly smile before taking the child into his arms.
"What is your name, little one?" Matt asked. The tiny girl smiled a dazzling smile, her tiny white teeth shining.
"Abigail. But my mommy calls me Gail." The child replied. Matt looked at Mimi, who smiled, her hands laced together happily. Matt hugged his daughter, but looked out the window when he heard the sound of a low flying plane.
"Get down!" Matt screamed, but it was too late. The plane shot into the house, hitting all three of the people. Matt fell to the ground, holding Gail in his arms as he fell. He got back up and limped to Mimi.
"Please don't be dead. . . please." Matt whispered as he looked for a pulse. He wailed in anguish when he found she was no longer living. He then checked on his child, who was unconscious. She too, was dead. Matt screamed out in anger, raising his hands to the heavens.
Candie gasped as Matt screamed, raising his hands into the air. She shook him, and his eyes opened.
"Mimi. . .oh God, Mimi please don't be dead. I don't want you to die, and I don't want the baby to either. Please don't die!" Matt called, looking at Candie while he spoke.
"What's wrong?" a doctor asked, running up to Candie and Matt, who was sobbing.
"The fever has made him delusional. He needs to rest." Candie replied, looking at Matt sorrowfully. The doctor shot a sedative into Matt's arm, and he was soon asleep once again.
**So was that terrible? I hope not. Review this one for me, and chapter eight will be on its way as soon as I write it!**