Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda series or the Characters.
Hello, folks! Thanks for reading! Where we last left off Link and Isabelle went on their "Date that wasn't a Date" and Isabelle started to cough up blood due to her hemoptysis. What'll happen next? Read on!
Chapter 12: Getting Isabelle's Medication
A few minutes later I came up to the inn. It was about 8:00pm now. I opened the door to the inn and carried her inside with the cloak on top of her. She was still limp, but breathing. The woman at the front desk was shocked. "What happened?" She asked me, recognizing me and speaking English to accommodate and communicate with me.
"I can't explain. She is breathing, but she needs her medication in the room." I said. She looked worried.
I ran upstairs to the room where Rusl and Adam were in. The door was shut so I tried to knock while still having a hold of her, not being very successful, but Rusl opened the door. A look of terror came on his face. "Is she breathing?"
"Yes." I said with a sigh. He helped me bring her in. "She started to cough but she was without her medication, so she began to cough up blood."
"We've got to have her take her medication, quick!" He started to look around. "Where is it?!" He dug through a bunch of bags as fast as he could as I laid Isabelle on a bed and put the cloak aside. With concern in my eyes I searched through the bags with him.
Rusl finally spoke up. "She took her satchel to Analielle's, right?"
"Yes." I said. "But she didn't have it when she came to meet me."
"Damn it! Someone's going to have to run to Analielle's and grab Isabelle's satchel; I'm sure her medications are in it!" He shouted and looked at me.
"I'll go!" I said.
Adam spoke hastily. "Analielle lives a little ways past the bakery. Go down 2 blocks from there, turn a right onto one of the side streets, and then go down 6 houses and you'll find hers."
"Alright." I said, running out the door.
(Narrator's note: As Link was headed to Analielle's house, Rusl and Adam tended to Isabelle.)
After a couple of minutes of watching over Isabelle, Adam spoke up. "I just remembered. Analielle doesn't know any English except for 'okay.'"
"Crap." Rusl slapped his face. "I will watch after Isabelle." Adam nodded and ran out the door. "Why couldn't Link at least attempt to learn French?" He said to himself as he checked Isabelle's pulse for irregularities.
(Narrator's Note: Back to Link! Don't worry, the phrases spoken by Analielle will be translated, but Link will not know that. :) I ran up to the 2nd block and turned right. After I went down 6 houses I knocked on the next door. A woman about Isabelle's age came to the door. She looked shocked to see me; as fancy as I was dressed. "Qui dans le monde êtes-vous? (Who in the world are you?)"
"Are you Analielle?" I asked, not understanding a word that she was saying, but hoping that she'd start to speak English to me.
She looked puzzled. "Oui, comment voulez-vous me faire savoir? Qu'est-ce que vous avez besoin? (Yes, how do you know me? What do you need?)"
I stamped my foot in frustration and pointed at her house. "I can't explain; I need in!"
"Je ne vais pas vous laisser entrer. Je ne vous connais pas. (I am not going to let you inside. I don't know you.)"
"I need to grab a satchel for a friend!" I shouted, trying to push my way in.
She stopped me in my tracks. "Pourquoi êtes-vous si l'avant? Je pense que tu es beau, mais je ne pense pas que je devrais vous permettent Est-il po que tu m'aimes et que vous voulez que je sois dans une relation avec vous? Si c'est le cas je dirais que oui! (Why are you being so forward? I think you're handsome, but I don't think that I should let you in. Is it that you like me and want me to be in a relationship with you? If so I'd say yes!)"
I looked at her with confusion, and then pointed inside. She let me in. "Where is Isabelle's satchel?"
"Isabelle? Je pensais que vous étiez ici pour me voir, mais vous préférez parler à son sujet?! Pourquoi? Je ne suis pas aussi bon que son?! Je ne savais pas que vous tous, hommes seraient tellement obsédé par elle! (Isabelle? I thought you were here to see me; but you would rather talk about her?! Why? Am I not as good as her?! I didn't know that all of you men would be so obsessed with her!)"
I moaned. "Please. I don't understand a word you're saying, but Isabelle needs my help! I need to get her medication to her now!"
Adam ran up to Analielle's house and got ready to knock on the door. He saw me looking for the satchel.
"Tes yeux sont si rêveur!" Analielle sighed. Adam listened in. "J'ai juste pensé que je vous le dire. Tes yeux sont si rêveur! J'ai juste pensé que je vous le dire. Mais Isabelle cela, et Isabelle qui, l'aimes-tu? Si oui, alors vous feriez mieux d'aller vers elle et me laisser tranquille! (Your eyes are so dreamy! I just thought I'd tell you that. But Isabelle this, and Isabelle that, do you love her? If so then you'd better go to her and leave me alone!)"
I thought hard about what she just said, not knowing a lick of it. I finally resolved to use the only word I do know. "Oui. To everything you just said. Oui." I calmly responded.
Adam spoke up. "Analielle ce n'est Link. Il ne sait pas le français. Il est le noble qui est connaissance avec Isabelle. Isabelle est en difficulté et a besoin de sa sacoche Lien. (Analielle this is Link. He does not know French. He is the noble that is acquaintances with Isabelle. Isabelle is in trouble and Link needs her satchel.)"
"Oh!" She gasped. "Je suis désolé. Il est sur ma commode dans ma chambre. (I'm sorry. It is on my dresser in my room.)"
Adam ran in and grabbed the satchel. He and I ran back to the inn to give Isabelle her medication. Adam and I came into the room and saw a doctor in the room with Rusl and Isabelle. The doctor had some sort of contraption with an air-filled pouch over her mouth. The doctor kept on squishing the pouch to get air into her lungs.
Rusl looked at us as we came in. "Her pulse was very irregular, so I got a doctor to come in."
"Oh." I said, handing him the medication.
"Good." He said. He handed the doctor the medication and the doctor tried to wake Isabelle up so she could drink it.
Her eyes slowly opened and the doctor removed the contraption from her mouth. She took in a quick breath as if surprised and sat up looking at us. She looked down and realized that she was still in her dress. "How…how did I get home?"
"I carried you." I said while looking at her. "You were completely unconscious."
"Oh." She said, looking at the blankets over her. The doctor had her take her medication, and then she spoke to me again. "Where is my cloak?"
"Over there." I pointed to the cloak's location in a corner of the room.
"It's…bloody isn't it?" She questioned as her eyes went askance to her right.
"Yes." I answered.
"I'm…sorry that you had to see all of that." She sighed. "That's why I ran; I didn't want you to see it."
"I've seen lots of blood before." I said. "Don't worry about it."
She looked at the doctor who began to speak to her in French. "Est-il votre ami? (Is he your boyfriend?)"
Rusl's mouth flew open, but he didn't translate for me. "What?" I asked. "What did he say?"
"Non, il est mon ami. (No, he's my friend.)" She told him.
"Oh. Je suis désolé pour ce commentaire. Il semble se soucient vraiment de vous. (Oh. I'm sorry about that comment. He seems to really care about you.)" He smiled.
"Je suppose. (I suppose.)" She blushed.
He looked at her and winked. "Je me le procurer. (I get it.)"
I still had no clue what was going on. That strange doctor could have asked her out for all I know! I looked back at Rusl and he just shrugged.
The doctor spoke to Rusl for a while and gave Isabelle some sleep medicine so she could rest, and then he left. Isabelle fell asleep almost instantly and Rusl tucked her in. Rusl looked at me. "The doctor said that one of us has to watch Isabelle tonight. Since she had an attack she needs to be watched for her safety. It should probably be either you or me because I don't know how well he'll be able to act under pressure if she struggles to breathe."
I nodded and observed how exhausted Rusl looked. "I'll watch her." I said.
"Alright." He said, grabbing one of the pouch contraptions that the doctor left for us. "If she struggles to breathe or coughs up blood, use this until her pulse is more regular and then give the black liquid medication to her."
"I understand." I said.
"Goodnight." Adam said.
"Goodnight." Rusl said.
"Goodnight." I said to them. They both walked out of the room Isabelle and I was in and went to the other room. I closed the door to the room and after seeing that the time was 10pm I sat in a chair near Isabelle's bed and began to write in my field journal in the dim light of the lantern.
Every couple of minutes I'd look over at her to make sure she was okay. About an hour and a half later she stirred and let out a groan. I watched her as she grabbed some of her blanket in her hands and nuzzled her face in it. "…Maman…(…Momma…)" She muffled into the blankets. I chuckled softly as she removed the blanket from her mouth and a childish smile came on her face, but I knew she was still fast asleep. I watched her settle back into a deep sleep and then grabbed a book to read. I was engrossed in reading my book and didn't notice her waking up another hour later. She fluttered her eyes open. "…Link…?"
I looked up with a start and saw that she was awake. "Hi Isabelle." I smiled.
"W-where are Rusl and Adam?"
"They're in the other room." I told her. "The doctor said that someone needed to watch you tonight. Rusl was really tired so I volunteered to watch you."
She looked at me with gratitude. "Thank you…" She looked down at her blanket. "…Are you tired?"
"I'm ok." I said with a grin. "You should try to get some sleep, though."
"I will." She grinned back. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." I returned. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath but seemed to almost choke on it. I put the book down and went over to her as she began to cough. "Are you alright?" She shook her head as the coughing began to get more violent. I grabbed a towel for her to cough into. Sure enough blood started to flow out of her mouth and stain the white towel. A couple of minutes later the flow of blood wasn't as steady, so I grabbed the air pouch as she started to wheeze. The nozzle was huge, so I said to her, "open your mouth a little more please." She opened her mouth a little bit more and I gently placed the nozzle into her mouth and started to pump air into her lungs. After 5 minutes of alternating between pumping some air into her mouth and covering her mouth with the blood-stained towel I put two fingers against her neck to check her pulse. It was normal. I grabbed the black vial and instructed her to open her mouth again and poured the liquid into her mouth. She closed her mouth and swallowed it. "You scared me there." I heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'm sorry." She said while frowning.
"You don't need to be sorry about it." I said in sympathy. "You don't have control over the coughing."
"I still feel like I'm troubling you…" She looked sad.
"You're not troubling me, Isabelle." I reassured her. "That's what friends do; they help each other."
She beamed. "Thank you so much."
"You're welcome." I said. I stood back up to continue to read in my book, but I turned around and knelt back down next to her. "Is there anything I can get for you?"
"I'm not used to people doing things for me…" She looked at me with the sweetest smile. "…but I'd like some water please."
"I'll get you some." I said as I went to the bathroom and grabbed a cup to fill with water. I gave her the cup and she sat up to take a sip from it. I took the cup from her and set it on the end table. I turned down the light on the lantern so she could fall asleep more easily and sat back down in the chair to read.
"Thanks, Link." She said while she closed her eyes. "Goodnight…"
"You're welcome. Sleep well." I smiled as she fell asleep again. I picked up my book and continued to read.