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Chapter 2
Mamoru ran into the emergency room of the hospital, holding Usagi tightly in his arms. Those that were there in the room looked up surprised when they heard the doors slam open. They looked to see a young man in his early 20's holding a small figure of a young woman in his arms. Blood was stained on his shirt and caked on his arms. Some dripped down onto the floor creating a tiny puddle. The young woman, was unconscious, her arms hanging limply at her side. The young man was gasping for air, as if he had ran hard and fast. Sweat was on his forehead and dried tears on his cheeks. Although one could tell her had been crying, his face and eyes shown only anger, worry, and determination.
"What the hell are you all staring for!?" he yelled angrily. "I need....she needs a doctor..."his voice suddenly became meek and worried. "Please...I...I can't help her...I can't help...work..." The nurses there could tell her was going to break down soon and ran to get a doctor. Tears blurred Mamoru's vision. He was about to start sobbing when a soft voice called out to him.
"Mamo-chan?"
His eyes, filled with tears, widened in shock and looked down at the form of the woman in his arms. Her eyes were half open.
"Why...why are you crying...Mamo-chan?" He fell to his knees in shock. He gulped hard in his throat trying to hold back his tears and let out a small gasp at the effort.
"U...usako?" he asked, touching her face softly. She winced in pain because of her wounds. He gasped again. "Usako?" she opened her eyes slightly and smiled at him through her obvious torment.
"I'm fine...Mamo-chan...I'll be fine." She said with effort to keep her voice from cracking. She reached up and touched his newly tearstained face. "I'm not leaving you...not yet...don't...worry about it." His body seemed to falter him with her words. He gulped again against the new tears and he held her tightly to his chest. The nurses came around with a doctor and a stretcher. They pulled Usagi out of Mamoru's tight grasp with effort and placed her on the stretcher. He got up and started to follow when two male nurses grabbed him and held him in his place.
"Let me go! I am a doctor! Let me go!" He yelled angrily.
"Even so, you aren't a doctor here. You can't go back there unless you work here." Mamoru started to strain against their hold but was weak from running and let out an exasperated sigh. They let go of him, knowing that he wasn't going anywhere. "Come with us. We'll get you a new shirt and a place you can wash up in." Mamoru was confused by their words. He looked down and saw his shirt drenched with blood...Usagi's blood. He was a ghastly sight. It looked more like her had been shot then her. He looked at his arms and hands. He cried out surprised to see them covered and caked with blood. He saw his arms streaked with dried and some fresh blood. He fell back to his knees as full realization hit him. He wouldn't believe it. He couldn't. No. She was fine. She wasn't bleeding. It was paint...only paint... And she had cut herself while painting and he had spilled paint on himself while rushing over to her. Yes. She was fine. But as much as he tried to deny it, he knew that it was blood...truly her blood, not paint, and that the one he loved most, might be dying.
Mamoru stared at his reflection in the mirror that was in the bathroom that he was in. The staffs own personal washroom was open to him in his state both physical and mental. He had changed out of his other shirt and was lent one of the hospitals own made t-shirts so he wouldn't have to go walking around like a patient. He had scrubbed his body for almost an hour to get rid of all the blood that was on him. He could still feel it's warmth on his body. He felt like it was till there, like it stained him. Tears flooded his eyes once more. He turn his head away from his reflection. He didn't want to look at himself. He was worthless. She was right there...right there...and he did nothing. He swore to protect her, was born to live for her, and he did nothing. He couldn't save her. Anger swelled up in him, anger at himself. He pulled back his right arm and punched his hand right into the mirror, crying out in frustration. It shattered instantly, falling in millions of pieces to the ground. He watched the mirror shatter before his eyes. Some sliced into his knuckles, making them bleed. He realized that it was similar to the situation now. That it probably would now happen...he had probably destroyed the future. He turned away from the broken mirror and looked to see a young nurse staring at him, her hand over her mouth horrified. He brought his bleeding hand down and let it hang, dripping on the floor. She walked over and gently took his hand and lead him to a room. She sat him down and brought over a wash cloth, a towel, and a bowl of water. She took his hand without looking at him and started to clean it. At first he didn't look at her, he was almost ashamed to. He eventually turned his head to look at her. She had long pink hair that was pulled back into loops that wrapped around to the back of her head. Her blue eyes looked intently on his wound. He still sat there and said nothing.
"Would I be offensive if I asked what is troubling you?" She asked not looking away from is wound, starting to pull out the pieces of glass embedded in his hand. He was silent for a moment and looked away from her.
"My...my fiancée was shot today...at a jewelry store...when it was being robbed." She nodded, letting him know that she was listening.
"I heard about that." A rush suddenly went through his body.
"You know how she is doing?" He asked urgently sitting upright.
"No, I just heard about it." He fell back into the chair.
"Oh." There was a brief silence between them.
"I understand what you are going through." He looked at her. She stopped and looked up to meet his eyes. She held his gaze. "My husband was murdered eight months ago."
"I'm..."
"You don't have to say you're sorry. It's not your fault and I'm okay now." She looked down and went back to cleaning his hand. "But I want you to know I understand what you are going through. My husband died in this very hospital. And all awhile I....I couldn't help him." Mamoru's eyes opened wide. "I couldn't help him because I was so afraid....I was so tense and scared...the doctors said it would be best not to work on him. So I didn't... When I found out...that he had died...I blamed myself...I went to extremes." She paused for a second as she pulled out medical tape to tape the cloth on his hand. She looked up at him. "I'm sure you're fiancée will be fine. Just...don't blame yourself...okay?" He stared at her for a moment, contemplating her speech. He slowly nodded, agreeing. She smiled. "Good. You're all done." Mamoru stood up, with a half smile on his face.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." He turned and left the room. As he walked down the hall to the waiting room, he remembered the nurse's speech and kept her hidden messages in his mind. He slumped down into a chair, his body suddenly overcome with weariness. He ran a free hand through his hair and it slumped back into place. He placed his head into his hands sighed deeply. Suddenly he heard the door to the hospital open. He looked up and saw eight weary worried girls walk in. He smiled. Rei, Ami, Minako, Makato, Haruka, Michiru, Setsuna, And Hotaru walked into the hospital talking all at once with worried expressions. It looked as if Minako had been crying, with her tearstained face. They spotted Mamoru and ran to him, crying out his name. He stood up and welcomed all their embraces.
"Mamoru-kun, what happened to Usagi-chan?" Ami asked. His eyes widened.
"What? You mean the hospital didn't tell you?" They all shook their heads.
"They just said Usagi was in the hospital... that's all." Makato said. "What's wrong with her?" She asked urgently looking for answers. He sighed.
"Today, we were at Naru-chan's jewelry store, and there was a robber. Usagi was shot three times in the mess of things." He said softly. Minako broke down crying again and turned to Makato's comforting arms. Makato herself was wavering to be strong. Michiru gasped and embraced Haruka for comfort. Setsuna looked sadly at Mamoru as she held Hotaru's shaking form. Ami's hand flew to her face, in utter shock. Rei only turned away from the group and faced the wall for support. She was crying, but she suddenly felt very weak.
"Chiba-san?" a new voice asked. The girls moved out of the way for a doctor who had come up behind them.
"Yes?" The doctor sighed.
"I am Dr. Kinshikawa, Tsukino-san's doctor. I have an update on her condition." Mamoru's heart jumped.
"You do? How is she? Is she okay? Will she be okay?"
"Chiba-san I suggest you sit down." Fear rushed through his body. Doctors only asked someone to sit down if it was bad news. Being a doctor himself he knew that. He would not except that. He grabbed a hold of the doctor's shoulders tightly.
"How...Is...She?" He asked slowly and sternly, with force. His mind whirled and he body trembled at anticipation of the news. The doctor sighed.
"Tsukino-san is dying."
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Chapter 2
Mamoru ran into the emergency room of the hospital, holding Usagi tightly in his arms. Those that were there in the room looked up surprised when they heard the doors slam open. They looked to see a young man in his early 20's holding a small figure of a young woman in his arms. Blood was stained on his shirt and caked on his arms. Some dripped down onto the floor creating a tiny puddle. The young woman, was unconscious, her arms hanging limply at her side. The young man was gasping for air, as if he had ran hard and fast. Sweat was on his forehead and dried tears on his cheeks. Although one could tell her had been crying, his face and eyes shown only anger, worry, and determination.
"What the hell are you all staring for!?" he yelled angrily. "I need....she needs a doctor..."his voice suddenly became meek and worried. "Please...I...I can't help her...I can't help...work..." The nurses there could tell her was going to break down soon and ran to get a doctor. Tears blurred Mamoru's vision. He was about to start sobbing when a soft voice called out to him.
"Mamo-chan?"
His eyes, filled with tears, widened in shock and looked down at the form of the woman in his arms. Her eyes were half open.
"Why...why are you crying...Mamo-chan?" He fell to his knees in shock. He gulped hard in his throat trying to hold back his tears and let out a small gasp at the effort.
"U...usako?" he asked, touching her face softly. She winced in pain because of her wounds. He gasped again. "Usako?" she opened her eyes slightly and smiled at him through her obvious torment.
"I'm fine...Mamo-chan...I'll be fine." She said with effort to keep her voice from cracking. She reached up and touched his newly tearstained face. "I'm not leaving you...not yet...don't...worry about it." His body seemed to falter him with her words. He gulped again against the new tears and he held her tightly to his chest. The nurses came around with a doctor and a stretcher. They pulled Usagi out of Mamoru's tight grasp with effort and placed her on the stretcher. He got up and started to follow when two male nurses grabbed him and held him in his place.
"Let me go! I am a doctor! Let me go!" He yelled angrily.
"Even so, you aren't a doctor here. You can't go back there unless you work here." Mamoru started to strain against their hold but was weak from running and let out an exasperated sigh. They let go of him, knowing that he wasn't going anywhere. "Come with us. We'll get you a new shirt and a place you can wash up in." Mamoru was confused by their words. He looked down and saw his shirt drenched with blood...Usagi's blood. He was a ghastly sight. It looked more like her had been shot then her. He looked at his arms and hands. He cried out surprised to see them covered and caked with blood. He saw his arms streaked with dried and some fresh blood. He fell back to his knees as full realization hit him. He wouldn't believe it. He couldn't. No. She was fine. She wasn't bleeding. It was paint...only paint... And she had cut herself while painting and he had spilled paint on himself while rushing over to her. Yes. She was fine. But as much as he tried to deny it, he knew that it was blood...truly her blood, not paint, and that the one he loved most, might be dying.
Mamoru stared at his reflection in the mirror that was in the bathroom that he was in. The staffs own personal washroom was open to him in his state both physical and mental. He had changed out of his other shirt and was lent one of the hospitals own made t-shirts so he wouldn't have to go walking around like a patient. He had scrubbed his body for almost an hour to get rid of all the blood that was on him. He could still feel it's warmth on his body. He felt like it was till there, like it stained him. Tears flooded his eyes once more. He turn his head away from his reflection. He didn't want to look at himself. He was worthless. She was right there...right there...and he did nothing. He swore to protect her, was born to live for her, and he did nothing. He couldn't save her. Anger swelled up in him, anger at himself. He pulled back his right arm and punched his hand right into the mirror, crying out in frustration. It shattered instantly, falling in millions of pieces to the ground. He watched the mirror shatter before his eyes. Some sliced into his knuckles, making them bleed. He realized that it was similar to the situation now. That it probably would now happen...he had probably destroyed the future. He turned away from the broken mirror and looked to see a young nurse staring at him, her hand over her mouth horrified. He brought his bleeding hand down and let it hang, dripping on the floor. She walked over and gently took his hand and lead him to a room. She sat him down and brought over a wash cloth, a towel, and a bowl of water. She took his hand without looking at him and started to clean it. At first he didn't look at her, he was almost ashamed to. He eventually turned his head to look at her. She had long pink hair that was pulled back into loops that wrapped around to the back of her head. Her blue eyes looked intently on his wound. He still sat there and said nothing.
"Would I be offensive if I asked what is troubling you?" She asked not looking away from is wound, starting to pull out the pieces of glass embedded in his hand. He was silent for a moment and looked away from her.
"My...my fiancée was shot today...at a jewelry store...when it was being robbed." She nodded, letting him know that she was listening.
"I heard about that." A rush suddenly went through his body.
"You know how she is doing?" He asked urgently sitting upright.
"No, I just heard about it." He fell back into the chair.
"Oh." There was a brief silence between them.
"I understand what you are going through." He looked at her. She stopped and looked up to meet his eyes. She held his gaze. "My husband was murdered eight months ago."
"I'm..."
"You don't have to say you're sorry. It's not your fault and I'm okay now." She looked down and went back to cleaning his hand. "But I want you to know I understand what you are going through. My husband died in this very hospital. And all awhile I....I couldn't help him." Mamoru's eyes opened wide. "I couldn't help him because I was so afraid....I was so tense and scared...the doctors said it would be best not to work on him. So I didn't... When I found out...that he had died...I blamed myself...I went to extremes." She paused for a second as she pulled out medical tape to tape the cloth on his hand. She looked up at him. "I'm sure you're fiancée will be fine. Just...don't blame yourself...okay?" He stared at her for a moment, contemplating her speech. He slowly nodded, agreeing. She smiled. "Good. You're all done." Mamoru stood up, with a half smile on his face.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." He turned and left the room. As he walked down the hall to the waiting room, he remembered the nurse's speech and kept her hidden messages in his mind. He slumped down into a chair, his body suddenly overcome with weariness. He ran a free hand through his hair and it slumped back into place. He placed his head into his hands sighed deeply. Suddenly he heard the door to the hospital open. He looked up and saw eight weary worried girls walk in. He smiled. Rei, Ami, Minako, Makato, Haruka, Michiru, Setsuna, And Hotaru walked into the hospital talking all at once with worried expressions. It looked as if Minako had been crying, with her tearstained face. They spotted Mamoru and ran to him, crying out his name. He stood up and welcomed all their embraces.
"Mamoru-kun, what happened to Usagi-chan?" Ami asked. His eyes widened.
"What? You mean the hospital didn't tell you?" They all shook their heads.
"They just said Usagi was in the hospital... that's all." Makato said. "What's wrong with her?" She asked urgently looking for answers. He sighed.
"Today, we were at Naru-chan's jewelry store, and there was a robber. Usagi was shot three times in the mess of things." He said softly. Minako broke down crying again and turned to Makato's comforting arms. Makato herself was wavering to be strong. Michiru gasped and embraced Haruka for comfort. Setsuna looked sadly at Mamoru as she held Hotaru's shaking form. Ami's hand flew to her face, in utter shock. Rei only turned away from the group and faced the wall for support. She was crying, but she suddenly felt very weak.
"Chiba-san?" a new voice asked. The girls moved out of the way for a doctor who had come up behind them.
"Yes?" The doctor sighed.
"I am Dr. Kinshikawa, Tsukino-san's doctor. I have an update on her condition." Mamoru's heart jumped.
"You do? How is she? Is she okay? Will she be okay?"
"Chiba-san I suggest you sit down." Fear rushed through his body. Doctors only asked someone to sit down if it was bad news. Being a doctor himself he knew that. He would not except that. He grabbed a hold of the doctor's shoulders tightly.
"How...Is...She?" He asked slowly and sternly, with force. His mind whirled and he body trembled at anticipation of the news. The doctor sighed.
"Tsukino-san is dying."