Thanks very much to VampireNaomi, Pengychan & HotarutheChainMaster for reviewing! I spend many days wondering what to do for this chapter; all of my decisions must lead to the third sequel of course. So, as you can guess and see, it was difficult. What was good for the next story, wasn't great for this one and vise versa. However, I think I found a solution that's really good for both!
Plus, I tried my best to be all medical in this part so let's hope I'm right.
Kim and Ron looked up to see a familiar face, the unmistaken grimness written all over it. The red head felt her heart sink at that site; was Hasani okay? Part of her didn't want to know for if it was bad, it'd devastate Nukpana. The other part wanted to know so the suspense would go away!
"Mom? What's wrong? Is everything alright?" She spoke up first, pulling away from Ron's loving embrace. Ron followed suit and stood up as well, a look of questioning on his face.
Dr. Possible opened her mouth to reply when the doors leading to the hallways of ill people burst open. Everyone, not just the Possibles' or Stoppable, looked over, alarmed at the sudden outburst. Usually the only set of doors that were thrown open were the ones of the ER as they wheeled a cart in…or a man running from his threatening-pregnant-wife.
So far neither should be happening.
Monkey Fist looked like a bum. His hair was messier than usual and held the sort of grease appearance you get when you fail to shower every few days. The shadows under his eyes were slightly darker, his cheeks sunken; he looked miserable. His clothes were crumpled and wrinkled from sharing half a bed with his love.
"Mr. Fiske, I was just about to bring Ron and Kim over to the room so…" Dr. Possible stated quietly.
Monty, who obviously didn't understand that she spoke lowly so no one would look over, said loudly, "Where's my son?"
After a very dull glare that made Monty flinch, she continued, "…so that I may tell you all at once of this news." A very sheepish Monkey Fist followed them down the hall, retracing the steps he had taken to get to the waiting room.
When they reached Nukpana's room, she shot up in the bed, red eyes huge. "What's happened?!" She exclaimed, ready to bounce out of the bed and sprint through the hospital in an attempt to find her son. What loving mother wouldn't?
The red headed woman in a white coat smiled softly, soothing her urge to search the place ground to roof. "I think you both should sit down, this is quite…shocking." There was hesitation in her voice. Was it good news? Or bad news? Or both?
Monkey Fist sat next to Nukpana, who had her legs dangling over the edge. Both had a parallel expression of worry on their faces. Although they seemed not to want to hold each other before these familiar friends, her hand rested on his and he didn't pull away; the only showing of support they showed for each other…in public at least.
"I had to consult several of my other friends who are doctors in different fields. They came over and looked at Hasani, free of charge of course. It's been a little over a day but we all agreed that he'll live…" Dr. Possible smiled ever so slightly.
Nukpana smiled like a fool and was just about to jump for joy when she started up again. "However," her face was grim once more, "Because of this RDS case was so intense, there's scarring on his lungs. He won't be able to run around a lot or do any physical activity that would require a great deal of oxygen. He can suffocate if he tries to run a mile, for example, or anything too extreme. It'll get better as he grows, but not completely. I'll give you a list of what he should and shouldn't do…"
Next chapter: Monty's inner thoughts about his son's bittersweet life; disappointment is one of course. Nukpana's thoughts. Review!
