Hello again. How are you on this Labor Day weekend?
Not much is going on, except now I have to go on writing college essays and the like. You know where that leads, right? RIGHT?
Anyways, you know the rest. Here's the chapter. Enjoy!
Samus lifted the pregnancy test results up to the level of her eyes.
The bounty hunter did not want to do this, but she had finally run through everything she was able to think of. Thus, she turned to the source she least expected for a little bit of information regarding what was happening to her.
Thus, she had acquired a set of pregnancy tests from Zelda for her own use. The procedure had been awkward, but the bounty hunter finally had some inkling that she knew what she was doing.
She continued with it anyway.
Samus had to perform it in the women's restroom on that floor, and she had decided to shoo everybody out, so Peach's yelping was heard outside as the bounty hunter was at work. She had just put her blue jumpsuit back on; she had been getting to large for her power suit to function properly and she had to be naked for the pregnancy test.
She took out a small little paper up to the level of her eyes and read it up to the part that talked about the results.
The bounty hunter got annoyed as she read on.
Damn it all, thought Samus. Give me the damn color coding!
Samus' eyes finally laid to rest on the colors. She looked at the pregnancy test once before finding the corresponding caption underneath the color as it appeared.
Samus' expression immediately heightened, and she nearly dropped the pregnancy test.
She looked at the test itself once more, then back at the paper, before dropping both and bringing her hands up to her face.
"No…" said Samus. "This isn't how it's supposed to be!"
She banged on the wall and shouted the same word over and over again, not caring to be heard.
The door opened and Peach poked her head in.
"What's the matter?" asked the princess.
"This isn't right!" shouted Samus. "Why?"
Peach decided not to say anything, but instead entered as Samus slumped on the floor. The amputee walked over to Samus and knelt next to her.
"Why…?" asked Samus under her breath.
"Why what?" asked Peach, wrapping her arm around Samus.
The bounty hunter immediately brushed the arm away with a very brusque gesture and stood up.
"Don't talk to me!" shouted Samus. "A princess doesn't associate with a slut!"
Samus stormed out of the room, tears in her eyes and leaving a very bewildered Peach to wonder what had happened for Samus to be so pissed off.
The princess' gaze then turned to the discarded pregnancy test on the floor. She crawled over there, and when she got there she picked up the paper and flipped the pregnancy test over to the side that revealed what the results were.
When she compared the color of the paper to that of the indicators for the results of the pregnancy test, Peach was rather shocked to learn that Samus was pregnant the entire time.
Ganondorf sat back in his bed, aided by Marth and Red, one of the aides at the hospital.
"Is there anything else I can do for you two before I leave?" asked Red.
"No," said Ganondorf. "What you just did was enough. It's great to be able to walk on my feet again."
"I'm glad to be of help," said Red. "Anything I can get you two while you wait for dinner?"
"No," said Marth. "Thanks for asking though."
"No problem," said Red. He nodded sincerely to the two people as the aide stepped out.
Marth sat in the chair once Ganondorf's back rested on the railing behind the bed.
"So, how does it feel to actually do things normal people would do?" asked Marth.
"It feels quite good, actually," said Ganondorf. "It will take me forever to get over that nothingness I was in."
"I can see why it got annoying," said Marth. "Did anybody care to tell you what happened to people while you were out?"
"Not really," said Ganondorf. "The last time Bowser visited he was kind enough to fill me in on the fact that Mario returned, grieving his brother in quite the dramatic way. He also told me that he and Peach finally made up peacefully. I wonder what happened to Link…"
"He's set to die by order of government," said Marth. "He was found guilty of first degree murder and things like that. He actually would have taken you too, if not for a small little accident I ran into while watching the trial…"
"Really?" asked Ganondorf. "What happened?"
"Well, I found a video camera in my own room," said the prince. "Apparently, it caught some rather… revealing… footage for a long time without my noticing it at all. I took it to the trial, some things were said over it, Samus had an outburst, and other things happened. Zelda finally broke up with Link after that, as Link had apparently been in bed with Samus to try to create a reason that he would kill you."
"I see," said Ganondorf. "Did Zelda find anybody new to be with?"
"Roy," said Marth. "The two of them are getting along very well right now."
"I suppose it is to be expected," said Ganondorf. "Roy does not seem like a bad man for Zelda. I hope he can live up to the challenge of making Zelda love him."
"He's certainly up to it," said Marth. "I think they will be a good couple."
"I certainly hope so," said Ganondorf. "Zelda should not be with a man who is similar to how Link was in the end."
At this moment, Red entered with a cart loaded with trays of food for the ICU patients.
"Okay, guys," said Red as he entered, closing the door behind him. "Here's your dinner!"
The aide brought forward two trays of food, and set them both on the laps of the two men.
"Thanks, Red," said Marth.
"No problem, you guys," said the aide. "I'll see you guys later."
The king nodded as the aide left the room.
On the other side of the door, Red remained, listening to Marth and Ganondorf's conversation from a distance. His mind tuned to that only as everything else seemed to fade.
Once the aide finally left the spot to deliver the dinners of the other patients at the ICU, he shook his head in sadness.
How could the head doctor around there be so stupid? The doctor was always cursing Ganondorf behind the king's back and continuing Link's legacy of what was now generally accepted as lies and slander. The aide continued walking forward as he pondered on this question.
Red really wanted to jump into the room and inform Marth and Ganondorf about all of the things that the doctor had said, but he wondered if it was not right to do so if he would hurt somebody's feelings. The aide always erred on the side of not telling, but he still wondered if it was right by refusing Ganondorf the right to be informed.
Red continued to walk, figuring he would work out the verses in the comfort of his home.
Matthew sat in his office, absent-mindedly thumbing through a volume that would have been on the shelf had he not taken it off of there.
The words failed to register into Matthew's mind; he simply glanced at the pages, mimicking a much-thought-of motion and yet not putting anything into it.
The head of the tournament had figured out why he was grieving so much; however, he chose to keep it to himself contrary to what he promised Fox and Falco. He knew it was ridiculous, and he would keep it from them for this reason.
Still, something in his ego told him that it was not really correct to hide it from everybody; he had seen Marth's behavior for a while go on a decline, but then again Matthew was not sure whom he could trust with his secret.
However, hiding it seemed to heighten his grief over Cornelia and Luigi. He knew he should have been over both deaths a while after the funeral, and yet he still found himself incessantly thinking of it. When he turned to Bowser to help, he said to try not to think of Cornelia and Luigi.
Matthew felt that this was easier said than done; he had no real idea where to start with getting over them, and yet he knew he had to do it. Why it was not happening, he knew, and yet his keeping it secret seemed to make it worse.
Thus, he mulled over it over the words of one of the books that lay unused on the shelves. He had not reached a major conclusion as to what to do.
He sat at the desk, still thinking of what to do, wasting the hours by staring into something he would not otherwise have opened.