APH The Greatest Heights 7 (The Lost)
By: Stitches from TIC and Classifiedbatman
Pairing: NedDen + Christiania
Rating: PG 13, fluffy, maybe NC17
Warning: This portion of the story deals with sensitive topics. IF YOU ARE A MOTHER TO BE I would suggest to you not to read this chapter. Please and thank you it is for YOUR SAFETY. There will be a second chapter 7 for a safer choice in this series.
He could hear the crying yells from down the hall as he rushed with the nurses through the corridors of the hospital. The Dane calling his name over and over in painful cries that seemed to rip and tear through anyone who could hear him. Netherlands rushed through the door, dashing to the side of the bed to hug the Dane who looked as though he was being ripped open. He held him close trying to calm him down as the sharp crying pains went through the other's system onto to cut out of his throat.
"Mathias, Mathias I'm here, I'm sorry."
"Oh Gods Fuck." Denmark grabbed, practically breaking the other's hand squeezing it, Netherlands' hand, "It' hurts so much. It hurts,"
"Just hang in there." Netherlands urged bringing their foreheads to touch each other's, "It won't hurt after. Think of the baby."
A beeping sounded of from one of the machines making Netherlands jump as a loud cry escaped the Dane's lungs again.
"We're going to have to do an emergency Cesarean section!" one of the doctors yelled, "No time for anesthetic!"
"What?! You need to give him the anesthetics! Are you nuts!" Netherlands shouted towards the doctor.
"Sir! If we don't do this now we could lose the child!"
"I can't find a heart beat…!" One of the nurses said with an ultrasound in her hand.
"What!" Denmark's head flew up from the pillow tears streaming down his pale face, "No! No! You're wrong!" his vocal melody began to sway turning into not just pain but panic, "I-I can feel her! I… You're lying! No! She's alive! I can feel her!"
The panic in his eyes shot through to Netherlands who was just in a panic like he was. He held onto the other tightly trying to calm both of them down. He didn't know what was going on, what they were even talking about, everything besides Denmark's crying and sharp screams were going through his head and before he knew it he was being yanked away from the Dane. He struggled, wanting to stay with Denmark as much as he could, he couldn't risk losing touch, he had to be with him. It was then when the doctor cut through the old cesarean section scar Denmark had, blood splattering to the side hitting Netherlands directly before he was dragged into another room where their families where and told to clean himself off in the bathroom. He stood there, holding up his hands to look at them finally realizing that there was blood covering him. And that's when he fainted still hearing the cries from the Dane down the hall, nations rushing forward towards him before everything went black.
xXx
Screams of pain echoed in the room. This time out of many other times he had been in pain… he couldn't say he dealt with anything that was worse. His arms were strapped down due to him punching a male nurse in the face breaking the man's nose when the nurse dragged Netherlands off. At one point his voice was cut out which brought out more pain. He wanted to pass out, but the more he thought of it, the more aware he became of everything happening and the pain just kept cutting through, now deep inside him as the doctor reached in.
"Jan! JAN!" Denmark cried out numerous times, "JA-."
And then he cut out as all feeling went numb for him, pain being to much for his system as he passed out onto the bed.
xXx
"Jan? Jan!"
The voices he heard were faint, in the distance like he was traveling away in high speeds. Little taps were touched against his cheeks in attempt to wake him, but they seemed to dose him off even more so.
"Okay do it." He heard before he felt a large rough hand collide with his face, making him jolt up, eyes opening wide as the shock went through him.
"Ah! Damn it." He said sitting up shooting a glare at the others before his face settled, still having the pain. The realization of where he was kidded in soon after, quickly whipping his head around trying to find, "Mathias? Mathias?!" He stood, he couldn't hear the other anymore.
"What happened in there?" Finland ask both hands holding onto his own jacket, "There was so much screaming… and… and the blood!"
"They…" He started, a fearfull choke catching in his throat, "T-They had to do a c-section… w-without the anesthetics… and… and"
"and what?" a nervous look sprawled across the Fin's face.
"T-they.. they couldn't find… There was no heart beat… f-from Dyre." He sat down on a nearby chair as he felt his heart drop, "W-We…."
"Jan…" Belgium cut in sitting next to her brother putting a hand on his, "Come on… let's get you cleaned up… Vincent?"
Luxemburg nodded walking over and taking his brother's hand, "Hey… it'll be okay…" he said helping his brother up and walking him to the bathroom.
But was it really? Okay, that is. They had been waiting in that waiting room for hours not. It seemed like years to the Dutchman, who was pacing constantly back and forth, so impatience he was with all this waiting he was forced to do. He stopped as soon as the doctor came into the room… asking the other's to come with him.
xXx
"He's up now… if you wish to speak with him." The doctor started, "He's fine, awake actually, there are a lot of stitches so be extra careful with him."
"What about Drye?" Netherlands asked receiving no answer in return.
"Here we are," the Doctor said opening the door to the other's, "He's right in here, try and be a little quiet, there are other patients here."
Netherlands was the first to enter, seeing Denmark sitting up looking out the window. He was… silent. Odd for him, never good for anyone.
"Mathias?" Jan started, walking towards him, "How are you feeling?"
Denmark kept looking out the window for a couple moments before turning his head to look at him. Tear stricken rills that once were left their tracks upon his face, a deep saddened frown corroded the once childlike smile that once was there, his hair had no life to it anymore. But most of all his eyes was that small kick to the gut that showed every little bit of pain and sadness that was coursing through him.
It was then Netherlands realized the window was open….*
"W-where's Dyre?" Netherlands asked, feeling the dropping of his heart as his gaze kept exchanging his look to the opened window, "N-Nee.. Nee… No no no no." He took a couple steps backwards bringing a hand to his forehead as tears rushed to his eyes and his legs gave out under him bringing his whole figure to his knees, "No No Noo." His heart cracked as a couple tears ran down Denmark's cheeks as the Dane clutched the blanket covering his lower half. Tears seemed to poured in rills down the Dutchman's cheeks as he let out loud sobs. He could taste his own tears before he bent over putting his palms to the floor, letting his tears hit the floor as they fell, still, repeating that one word… no.
No. That word that sends that unheard wish to the skies, wanting something that beings cannot get but so longed for. That little wish, that couls have been a truth. Snatched away from them in the most cruel manner, and all he could say was no.
The other Nordics, along with Belgium and Luxembourg, stood solemn hiding their pain as much as they could but mourned none the less. Christiania, poked his head out from behind his aunt, "Mor? Vador?" but he did not get any attention. He didn't understand what was going on. He ran over, slipping from Belgium's grasp went over to his parents. "Vador." He shook his dad, not getting any response he climbed on the hospital bed and light hugged his "Mother". Denmark settle slightly, placing a hand on Christiania's head, and petting his hair.
"I…. 'M sorry Søren… but I don' think you'll be able to play with Dyre."
TBC… (You can start hating me now. but, there is a 2nd chapter 7)
*In Danish culture (so I've heard and read, sorry if this in incorrect) when a person dies, one must open a window so the soul can travel out and towards their paradise, reincarnation, etcetera.
