TA DA! Here it is! The long long long awaited third chapter of Even if I die. I apologize a thousand million gagillion times about not writing any new chapters this summer! That will change I am now continuing to write some new chapters for the rest of my stories and some new ones. Thank you to all my supportive readers! You guys help so much! Luv ya all! Enjoy!
Serenita
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon
Chapter Three
"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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Mamoru suddenly saw blackness and his whole body and soul felt numb. The doctors words echoed in his head endlessly. He felt dizzy and awake at the same time. He grasped the doctor's shoulders tighter, trying to keep his balance, to stop his knees from giving way. The cries of horror and astonishment that came from the women that stood behind him were barely heard by his ears. The echoing continued.
Dying? His Usako...dying? The one who was full of life and love? The one who's smile made his day? The one who he got up and lived each day for? No. It couldn't be true. She couldn't die. He wouldn't let her. He suddenly felt his strength return to him. He stared the doctor directly in the eyes, glaring.
"You're lying."
"Chibi-san, I have done all that I can, I am quite sure that she will not make it through the..."
"YOU'RE LYING!" Mamoru screamed into the doctor's face, shaking his shoulders roughly, as if trying to shake the words he wanted to hear from him. Breathing heavily he held the doctor in his place. "Don't lie to me about my Usako...don't say what isn't true. She isn't dying." The doctor tried to protest but Mamoru held him and cut him off. "SHE ISN'T DYING!" He screamed louder in his face. Suddenly he felt arms grab him roughly from behind. To male nurses held him in an unmovable position. He struggled and kicked as they pulled him back away from the doctor. They kept trying to quite him with 'Sir' and 'Calm Down' but he wouldn't listen...he wouldn't let himself believe that words that had come from the doctor's mouth. But he also knew, he would never be able to see his Usako if he didn't cooperate. Mamoru stopped struggling and looked up to see all the former scouts staring at him horrified, tears running down their faces. Mamoru tried to catch his breath, breathing hard after all of the struggling he put up. After a few moments he was released from the death grip he was put in. He straightened his clothing and walked towards the doctor.
"I'm...I'm...sorry, sir. I never...I mean I..." The doctor stopped him and half smiled, almost to comfort him.
"I understand sir. You don't need to explain." Mamoru sighed. "Demo..." Mamoru looked up at him.
"What? What is it?" The doctor looked at the group of women behind Mamoru.
"Please, come with me. I need to speak with you, privately." The doctor turned and walked away, obviously expecting Mamoru to follow him. Mamoru looked at the girls and shrugged. He followed the doctor reluctantly. He did not like the look on the Doctors face. He followed him down some hallways and into a small room. There was a table and two chairs. The doctor lead Mamoru in and sat him down after closing the door to the room. The doctor sat down and removed his glasses, rubbing his temple.
"Chiba-san, I brought you here to talk to you. What I did say back there was true. Tsukino-san is dying. The bullets punctured her lungs, making one collapse and the other is hanging on by a thread. One also broke a vertebrae in her spine and paralyzes is possible. And one also went through her abdomen and damaged several organs. She has lost a lot of blood and even with a transfer there is no way that she could live." Mamoru started to protest but the doctor stopped him. "Chiba-san! Listen to me!" He shouted as he banged his fist against the table hard, as if to drive the truth into his mind. "She is dying. There is no use denying this. It will just make you loose time, the precious time you have left." Something in Mamoru changed, the doctor saw it immediately. Mamoru stared at the table wide eyed for a moment. His eyesight became blurry as tears came to his eyes. He looked up at the doctor horrified.
"Oh my God." Was the only words the escaped his mouth before he buried his head into his hands and cried.
The door slammed shut as Mamoru walked into the room that Usagi was in. His hand remained on the handle and his back against the door. Tears streamed down his face and his eyes were wide in shock as he saw her lying there on the hospital bed. Tubes ran from all over, attached to her in multiple places. She had a mask on to help her breathe. 'A collapsed lung.' She had a neck brace on to hold her neck straight. 'A damaged vertebrae.' Her face had no glow, her hair was dull, and she wasn't moving. She looked so pale, so lifeless, so...so... 'dead'. 'NO! She wasn't! She'll be fine.' But somewhere inside he knew that she really was dying. She really was going to leave him, and he would be all alone again. He walked foreword to her beside and sat in a chair that was placed there. He took her hand in his and held it as he looked at her. He reached over and brushed away stray hairs from her face. More tears came to his eyes. She felt so warm. He let them fall and had no intention of stopping them. Pictures...memories suddenly came to his mind as he held her hand. Memories of the past, their past. All the times he held her, kissed her, loved her, and all the time he pushed her away, all the times he was too busy for her and all the times he couldn't be with her because of something so insignificant. He realized that he didn't deserve her. No one did. No one on earth deserved her. She was an Angel. Perfect. She was an angel. A sudden odd look came over Mamoru. He smiled as he cried in a sort of lunatic way. He stood up and kissed her hand, and then kissed her forehead. And he let go and walked out of the room and out of the hospital with not so much as a goodbye or a wave to the former Sailor Scouts.
He soon found himself standing at a bridge that went over a normally docile river. But the rains had been heavy this season and the banks had been prohibited to walk on. He watched the river rush by quickly. He calculated that he was about 20 feet above the river. There were a lot of rocks down there for sure, covered up by the rushing water. He looked up to the moon and to the heavens. He closed his eyes as he felt a cool autumn breeze brush over him. 'I promise you, Usako. That when you die, I will be the first one to welcome you to heaven. To the place that you belong. My angel, My Usako. I can't live without you.' He opened his eyes and began to climb over the railing of the bridge, preparing to jump off it, into the rushing, welcoming waters.
With every great story comes great cliffhangers. I like this one! (Dodges fruit and tomatoes) AAAACCCKKKK! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Really I am!
Serenita
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon
Chapter Three
"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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Mamoru suddenly saw blackness and his whole body and soul felt numb. The doctors words echoed in his head endlessly. He felt dizzy and awake at the same time. He grasped the doctor's shoulders tighter, trying to keep his balance, to stop his knees from giving way. The cries of horror and astonishment that came from the women that stood behind him were barely heard by his ears. The echoing continued.
Dying? His Usako...dying? The one who was full of life and love? The one who's smile made his day? The one who he got up and lived each day for? No. It couldn't be true. She couldn't die. He wouldn't let her. He suddenly felt his strength return to him. He stared the doctor directly in the eyes, glaring.
"You're lying."
"Chibi-san, I have done all that I can, I am quite sure that she will not make it through the..."
"YOU'RE LYING!" Mamoru screamed into the doctor's face, shaking his shoulders roughly, as if trying to shake the words he wanted to hear from him. Breathing heavily he held the doctor in his place. "Don't lie to me about my Usako...don't say what isn't true. She isn't dying." The doctor tried to protest but Mamoru held him and cut him off. "SHE ISN'T DYING!" He screamed louder in his face. Suddenly he felt arms grab him roughly from behind. To male nurses held him in an unmovable position. He struggled and kicked as they pulled him back away from the doctor. They kept trying to quite him with 'Sir' and 'Calm Down' but he wouldn't listen...he wouldn't let himself believe that words that had come from the doctor's mouth. But he also knew, he would never be able to see his Usako if he didn't cooperate. Mamoru stopped struggling and looked up to see all the former scouts staring at him horrified, tears running down their faces. Mamoru tried to catch his breath, breathing hard after all of the struggling he put up. After a few moments he was released from the death grip he was put in. He straightened his clothing and walked towards the doctor.
"I'm...I'm...sorry, sir. I never...I mean I..." The doctor stopped him and half smiled, almost to comfort him.
"I understand sir. You don't need to explain." Mamoru sighed. "Demo..." Mamoru looked up at him.
"What? What is it?" The doctor looked at the group of women behind Mamoru.
"Please, come with me. I need to speak with you, privately." The doctor turned and walked away, obviously expecting Mamoru to follow him. Mamoru looked at the girls and shrugged. He followed the doctor reluctantly. He did not like the look on the Doctors face. He followed him down some hallways and into a small room. There was a table and two chairs. The doctor lead Mamoru in and sat him down after closing the door to the room. The doctor sat down and removed his glasses, rubbing his temple.
"Chiba-san, I brought you here to talk to you. What I did say back there was true. Tsukino-san is dying. The bullets punctured her lungs, making one collapse and the other is hanging on by a thread. One also broke a vertebrae in her spine and paralyzes is possible. And one also went through her abdomen and damaged several organs. She has lost a lot of blood and even with a transfer there is no way that she could live." Mamoru started to protest but the doctor stopped him. "Chiba-san! Listen to me!" He shouted as he banged his fist against the table hard, as if to drive the truth into his mind. "She is dying. There is no use denying this. It will just make you loose time, the precious time you have left." Something in Mamoru changed, the doctor saw it immediately. Mamoru stared at the table wide eyed for a moment. His eyesight became blurry as tears came to his eyes. He looked up at the doctor horrified.
"Oh my God." Was the only words the escaped his mouth before he buried his head into his hands and cried.
The door slammed shut as Mamoru walked into the room that Usagi was in. His hand remained on the handle and his back against the door. Tears streamed down his face and his eyes were wide in shock as he saw her lying there on the hospital bed. Tubes ran from all over, attached to her in multiple places. She had a mask on to help her breathe. 'A collapsed lung.' She had a neck brace on to hold her neck straight. 'A damaged vertebrae.' Her face had no glow, her hair was dull, and she wasn't moving. She looked so pale, so lifeless, so...so... 'dead'. 'NO! She wasn't! She'll be fine.' But somewhere inside he knew that she really was dying. She really was going to leave him, and he would be all alone again. He walked foreword to her beside and sat in a chair that was placed there. He took her hand in his and held it as he looked at her. He reached over and brushed away stray hairs from her face. More tears came to his eyes. She felt so warm. He let them fall and had no intention of stopping them. Pictures...memories suddenly came to his mind as he held her hand. Memories of the past, their past. All the times he held her, kissed her, loved her, and all the time he pushed her away, all the times he was too busy for her and all the times he couldn't be with her because of something so insignificant. He realized that he didn't deserve her. No one did. No one on earth deserved her. She was an Angel. Perfect. She was an angel. A sudden odd look came over Mamoru. He smiled as he cried in a sort of lunatic way. He stood up and kissed her hand, and then kissed her forehead. And he let go and walked out of the room and out of the hospital with not so much as a goodbye or a wave to the former Sailor Scouts.
He soon found himself standing at a bridge that went over a normally docile river. But the rains had been heavy this season and the banks had been prohibited to walk on. He watched the river rush by quickly. He calculated that he was about 20 feet above the river. There were a lot of rocks down there for sure, covered up by the rushing water. He looked up to the moon and to the heavens. He closed his eyes as he felt a cool autumn breeze brush over him. 'I promise you, Usako. That when you die, I will be the first one to welcome you to heaven. To the place that you belong. My angel, My Usako. I can't live without you.' He opened his eyes and began to climb over the railing of the bridge, preparing to jump off it, into the rushing, welcoming waters.
With every great story comes great cliffhangers. I like this one! (Dodges fruit and tomatoes) AAAACCCKKKK! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Really I am!