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Hi! This was a semi-fast update, now wasn't it? Personally, I think this chapter is so-so. Too much dialogue in my opinion, but sometimes chapters like that happen. *shrugs* I hope you enjoy it!
Oh, and there's a bunch of medical stuff I made up in here, so don't yell at me if you're an MD (which I doubt anyone reading this is over 20) and something I put is false. Okay, I'm not going to put an author's note at the end of the chapters anymore, because I think they ruin the mood. ^_^
Enjoy!
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I'm just waiting for the world to come crashing down again. I'm waiting for someone to call me up and tell me you're dead.
"Hurry, we need to get her into a room."
"Get an IV into her arm. Is she conscious? We need to figure out what happened here…"
"Do we have a room though? Before we do anything, we need a room."
"Hurry then! Her condition is critical! We could lose her at any moment, especially since we don't know what happened!"
Doctors scrambled through the empty hallways as they searched for a hospital room. With them rolled ChiChi in a stretcher. Her skin was a ghostly white. The soft pink had left her lips, and the rosy cheeks had disappeared, absorbed by the cold that had engulfed her. If the doctors did not do something soon, she would be gone.
And he would have never known.
He would have never known how much she loves him…
Goku slammed his fist onto the counter, "What do you mean I can't go back there with her?" His eyes were filled with anger as the nurse told him that he was not allowed to go back and stay with ChiChi. Every fiber of his body struggled not to attack the nurse right there, just for telling him the rules. He wanted to go back to ChiChi…he needed to. This was the one time ChiChi would truly need Goku, and he would not be there. He had promised her that he'd be there when she most needed him. He promised…
"Look, I can only let you back there if you are related to her. Can you give me a relation?"
"I'm her boyfriend." Goku said quickly.
The nurse shook her head, "I'm sorry, that's not good enough."
"What if I told you she is my fiancee?"
"Sorry kid, I don't buy into that. You would have stated it from the beginning if it were true."
Goku leaned on the counter, his eyes burning into the nurse's, "I never say that I'm her fiancee in public. You see, our parents' families have been in an ongoing feud for generations. So you know, our parents can't know we're engaged. They don't even know about us going out because they would never accept it. Unless you want them to find out and have all hell break loose here, it is imperative that you let me back there to see my wife-to-be."
"Yes, of course. Go right ahead." The nurse waved him forward. Goku smiled, and briskly walked down the hall. Poking his head through rooms, he traveled until he found the right one. Luckily, it did not take very long. Doctors surrounded one bed, frantically working. The body in the bed had an oxygen mask on, and an IV sticking out from her arm. Goku quietly walked in.
"Can you help her?" He asked quietly, as to not startle the doctors.
"What are you doing here? We told the nurse at the front desk not to let anyone back."
"I'm her…her fiancee."
"Follow me out." The doctor turned, and led Goku outside the room.
The doctor turned at looked up at Goku. He had black hair and hazel eyes. He was small in stature, at least a foot shorter than Goku, "Her condition is critical. We're pumping oxygen and medicine into her. Can you tell me what happened?"
Goku nodded, "We were at prom…"
"But I thought you said you were engaged?"
"We are…as soon as we graduate, we're eloping, because our parents…" He paused, noticing that the doctor wanted him to move on. Of course he was not interested in Goku's little story, "ChiChi was drugged by her ex boyfriend. He said he didn't know what it was, but he bought it off a guy on a street corner. Said it wasn't supposed to kill her."
The doctor crossed his arms, "Uh huh, this is serious. If we don't know the drug, we can't give her an accurate antidote."
"You can't do anything? You have to have something. I mean, if I lose her, my world will come crashing down around me. She's all I have left in this world…"
Sad thing is that mostly everything that Goku saying was true…his world would come crashing down around him if she died. His sudden love for her came from nowhere…he never felt anything like it before. Not since…
Not since he was fourteen. Those suppressed feelings rose wildly again, and he realized that living without ChiChi was impossible…
"I have one thing, but it's risky."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"We can do a blood transfusion. We can take all her blood out and replace it. This type of transfusion is risky though. Taking out all of someone's blood can result in death if not done correctly."
"Is it the only option?"
"I'm afraid so."
Goku wiped his forehead. This decision was too big for him to make about someone else's life. If she died from the transfusion it would be his fault, and if she died from the drug, it would have been his fault because he wasn't there. It was a lose-lose situation.
They had to try to the blood transfusion. It was their best bet.
Goku nodded his head, "Yeah, let's do that transfusion."
"We have already checked her blood type. Problem is that it's type O. That's very rare, as you probably know, so we don't have a lot of it…"
"Take my blood. I have the same type. Take as much as you need."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Okay, follow me."
~*~
The absence of Goku and ChiChi went unnoticed at the prom. As the music faded into nothing, a girl jumped onto a small platform at the back of the room. She asked for everyone to be silent. Eagerly, the students waited for her to speak. It was time to announce prom king and queen!
"Hey everyone! Having a great time?" The girl said into the microphone in front of her. She was met with a wave of cheers before there was silence again, "That's great! As president of your Student Council, I present you prom queen and king! For our queen, you have chosen…drum roll please!" A synthesized drum roll boomed through the speakers. As it stopped, the president opened a white envelope in her hands, "ChiChi!" The crowd clapped vigorously as they waited for her to present herself in front of the senior class. This obviously, could not happen though.
"ChiChi? Are you here?"
Everyone turned as Aaron came bursting through the doors into the gym. He breathed heavily as he spoke, "ChiChi…she's at the hospital!" Everyone gasped before he continued, "Goku drugged her! I tried to stop him, but that guy is a monster! Tried to kill me right on the spot."
Murmurs traveled through the group as the news sunk in. Sure, no one ever really liked Goku, but they all knew he was not that cruel. He had enough pride and respect for himself and others to not try to drug a girl. Maybe they were wrong though. Maybe he really was a monster, and freakishly strange. Maybe he was ruthless and murderous…
And that poor president of the senior class stood dumbfounded on the podium. What the hell was she going to do?
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Needles. Goku hated needles. His hate for needles could not even rival his hate for school, which was pretty big? Why did he hate needles? Well, my friend, it is not really that he hates them. Goku…well, Goku has only one fear in the world, and it's not dying…
Have not guessed it yet? It is needles. Yes, those pointy, sharp pieces of metal that those doctors like to stick into you for medicine. They scare Goku more that death itself could ever scare him. And you thought we was fearless…
So as he lay on the hard, white hospital bed, only one thought was going through his head….
I hate needles…I hate needles…I hate needles…I hate needles…
"Goku, are you ready?" The doctor walked into his room. Goku gave a weak nod. He breathed in deeply, and exhaled loudly. He was ready. No matter how much he loathed needles, he had to endure it for ChiChi's sake.
The last thing Goku remembered was the light bouncing of the tiny piece of metal. He fainted from the needle puncturing his skin.
About thirty minutes later, Goku rose from his sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He found it very odd that he became short of breath from just doing that. As he caught his breath, his thoughts wandered off to ChiChi. He hoped that she was okay. The blood transfusion was risky when almost all the blood was being replaced. It had to go perfectly, or the patient would die from blood loss. He desperately wanted to go see her, but he knew he could not at the moment, since walking would make him feel short of breath. The doctor coming in interrupted his thoughts.
"How are you feeling?" The doctor asked Goku as he looked through a stack of papers in his hand.
"Short of breathe, but that's about it."
"That's expected. We took about half your blood. Remarkably, you're reproducing blood cells at the fastest rate we've ever seen, and within the hour you'll be up and walking."
"That's great and all," Goku said, "But how's ChiChi? Will she be all right? Can I see her?"
The doctor smiled at Goku, "Everything went perfectly. She's sleeping right now, but as soon as you're ready, I'll bring you in to see her."
Goku let out a sigh of relief. So she was okay after all. He should have known that the doctors would fix her up. Modern technology always pulled through. Maybe he would get some Senzu beans later to help speed up ChiChi's recovery.
Ten minutes later, Goku's blood count was high enough for him to walk down the hall to ChiChi's room. He entered quietly so he would not wake her up. She slept soundlessly in her bed. She was hooked up to a machine that took her pulse, and an IV was still connected to her arm. Goku sat down in her bed, and waited. Her face looked peaceful while she slept, he concluded. It almost made him afraid to have someone wake her. Before he could protest, the doctor that had taken care of him was by her bed, gently waking her up.
Poor ChiChi did not know what was going on. The last thing she remembered was seeing Goku outside the gymnasium. After that, everything went black. She looked around the hospital room, wondering why she was there. Her eyes rested on the doctor by her bed.
"Who are you?" She asked quietly, "What happened?"
"ChiChi, I'm Doctor Brown. You were drugged. We had to give you a blood transfusion. Luckily, your fiancee here was generous enough to donate blood."
"Fiancee?" She looked to the other side of the bed at Goku, who was smiling sheepishly. Boy, would he have a lot of explaining to do. "Doctor Brown? Can my fiancee and I have a little time alone? I need to ask him a few questions."
Dr. Brown nodded, "Sure, why not? Call if you need anything." With that, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Fiancee?" ChiChi raised an eyebrow.
"It was the only way they would let me back here."
"Why did you stay? You didn't have to. They would have found someone to donate blood. I know how you hate needles."
Goku looked at ChiChi in the eyes, "But I had to. I made a promise, and I don't break promises."
"And what was this promise?"
"I promised that I would always be there to those important to me. I made a special promise to a special person that I would always be there for her, no matter what. I hope she hasn't forgotten this promise."
"No, she hasn't."
"Good." Goku smiled at ChiChi, and grabbed her hand. ChiChi smiled back, glad that he was there. He would always be there for her, and it was a fact. Nothing could keep them apart anymore. They loved each other immensely, but neither would confess their own feelings. The fear of rejection held them back.
But they knew in their hearts that it was there…
It was something real to hold on to…something bigger than they had ever felt before…
Things change, and people change. Those who are meant to be together stay together.
Something happens to their hearts that they can' quite explain…they can't explain it at all…