Regretting Nothing - Part 8
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundman Wing. But, my original characters are mine! You hear me mine! Sorry I should stop that. Don't stop reading.
Author's Note: Relena is now a doctor by the name of Dr. Sidney Marquette. Her age is suppose to be twenty-two like the rest of the Gundam pilots, but she put her age a year older in her forged documents. She graduated out of Excelsior University, but she is at a genius level just like the rest of her friends. Which means that she is quite advance. However, from here on out it's different. Here is the part where you will think that I may have seen more than one too many ER episodes. Also, Heero in the last part has finally resigned himself not to keep looking for her. After all, it's been awhile. But, not all good things can last forever, especially if it's based on a lie.
Washington, D.C.
Dr. Marquette was already running late. It was already 6:15, she was suppose to be at the emergency room at six. However, it was a rainy day, and there was traffic everywhere. It has been three months since she finished her service at the physicians abroad program. Dr. Angela Hart, who was still working in cancer research, had helped her get the a position by recommending her. It's been a year since the day at the café in British Columbia. Sidney now wore her hair natural blond color and her eyes were there natural light blue color. She was no longer super model, Sidney Marquette, so she didn't have to keep changing her looks anymore. She did however cut her hair really short, and it was beautiful to say the least. Her specialty was pediatrics, but she was working the ER. She was also known to be a fantastic surgeon.
After trekking through the jungles of Honduras and India, and also the plains of South Africa and China, she was relieved to be back to civilization. Sidney learned how to work under some of the worse conditions without the best equipment. This made her highly resourceful and gives her the ability to improvise when the need came up.
However, the life in civilization was more fast paced, there were also traffic jams. And other things like that. She worked usually ten hour shifts. So, tonight she would be on from six at night to four in the morning. This suited her just fine. She really didn't mind it too much. She walked into the ER wearing her scrubs underneath with a black pea coat over them. She was carrying her old reliable backpack from Excelsior.
"Sorry, I was stuck in traffic," Sidney said as she shook her umbrella to get the excess water off. The nurse took the umbrella from her and handed a chart in place of it.
"You're needed in Exam Room One as soon as you finish depositing you things to the locker room," said the nurse. Sidney took the chart, and moved quickly to the locker room. She opened her locker and put the backpack in while she placed the chart on top of the lockers. She put on the lab coat that had her name embroidered on it. It was a gift from Chris, he give both Angie and her lab coats with already had their names on it. They later found out that he had bought them a year before they even finished. Sidney couldn't help but admire the faith he had in them. She placed her stethoscope in one of her lab coat pockets and closed the locker. She picked up the chart and went off to Exam Room One.
It wasn't until about 10:00 when another doctor showed up to take up the slack. With the rain, there were usually more accidents. So, usually more doctors were called in. She ran her fingers through her hair, and decided to go get a cup of java from the cafeteria. That was where she found a very weary, Angela having a cup of java as well.
"Hi Angie, what are you doing here? I thought that lab rats worked regular hours. Isn't late for you to be here?" said Sidney.
"Oh, hello Sid. I didn't know that you were on tonight. I guess with the rain and all. As for your question as to what I am doing here, it's because I have a six year old patient who has leukemia. I can't save him. It's just breaking my heart," she said almost clipping the last part with her British accent.
"Oh. I am sorry. I know hard it is. To watch, someone die because the cells in their own body have turned against them. How it's like to watch them fade a little bit at a time. To watch someone crumble. It is heartbreaking," Sidney said in a far off voice. Suddenly, memories were coming back to her. She quickly put those away.
"Did you ever something like that while you were Asia, Africa, or Latin America?" asked Angie.
"No. I mean yes. But, I am talking from personal experience," she answered in a soft voice as she traced her finger over the rim of her cup.
"What about?" Angie inquired. She was eager to hear anything Sidney had to say about her past. Although, Angie already knew that it was probably a sad past, she still wanted to hear it.
"My mother died of breast and ovary cancer. When I was seventeen," revealed Sidney. Her eyes lacked any emotion.
"You're mother died. A year before you went to college? Before Excelsior? That must have been terrible for you. I had no idea. You should have said something sooner. Why didn't you say anything about her death until now," asked Angie. Her eyes filled with genuine concern.
"I guess I thought that if I didn't talk about it, it would have made the pain go away. But, there are days when the pain is as fresh as the day she died. I wasn't even there when she died. What does that make me? A terrible daughter? A horrible person?" said Sidney.
"No. None of that was your fault. It never was. How could you let yourself believe that? Who made it that you think everything is your fault? Because no one can be blame for everything," she reassured her. But, before Sidney could say anything to Angie in response there was a page.
"Dr. Marquette. Please report to the emergency room."
" I have to go," said Sidney as she got up and left the table.
* * *
Apparently, there was car accident that involved three cars and a motorcycle. One of the cars was a limo. The motorcyclist was dead on arrival. The other people were in critical condition. They were in all the available exam rooms. Sidney came running in and one of the other male doctors, Sean Finnegan, handed her a chart.
"The patient in Exam Room Three is Caucasian female. Age twenty-two. She's pretty banged up. But, she's in the best shape compared to the others. She was the passenger in the totaled limo outside. You should see it, Sid. The entire trunk space is completely driven into the back seat. But, since there weren't any seat belts, she was thrown forward with such force that it may have give her a concussion and perhaps just a broken arm. I'll let you see her, since you have been here the longest, now," finished Dr. Finnegan.
"Wait, where's Dr. Johnson?" asked Sidney.
"He already went home," answered Dr. Finnegan as he ran off to help stabilize someone's spine. Their conversation last for less than a minute.
The motorcycle coming out of no where in an intersection and losing control caused the car accident. The limo came to a stop, but another car, with a family of four couldn't stop in time, and plowed into it. The third car was the one that hit the motorcycle, and it in moments later hit a telephone pole. All of this, Sidney would find out later. For now, she had to go see the patient.
"Dr. Marquette, she seems only semi-conciseness," remarked Nurse Perez, "She's still pretty banged up. But, out of all the others, she's the most likely to live through this. She's lost so much blood and I think she has more than a broken arm."
As a practice of giving care to anyone, the doctors at Saving Grace Hospital of Washington, D.C. emergency room, typically folded the top sheet which held the name of the patient and other insurance information over the back of the chart. The sheet underneath was the information on the patient's injuries. It is a practice that Sidney Marquette will wish never existed as she came to the patient. With the nurse still hovering, she finally saw who the patient was.
The young woman was definitely Relena's age. She had long platinum blond hair, but this time her eyebrows were sculpted to have only the bottom half. Her skin was even paler because of the lost of blood. She was still for the moment. And her eyes were closed for the moment.
"Dorothy Catalonia…" said Dr. Sidney Marquette in a soft voice forgetting to treat her for a moment.
Suddenly, the young woman's eyes shot open. She took a look at the doctor who was standing over her.
"Miss…Relena…" Dorothy said in a shocked voice.
Author's Note: The jig is up for Relena. If you notice I let it slip by using Relena's name for the age of Dorothy. I'll just assume that they're about the same age. Don't comment on that little slip. Call the use of my creative license.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundman Wing. But, my original characters are mine! You hear me mine! Sorry I should stop that. Don't stop reading.
Author's Note: Relena is now a doctor by the name of Dr. Sidney Marquette. Her age is suppose to be twenty-two like the rest of the Gundam pilots, but she put her age a year older in her forged documents. She graduated out of Excelsior University, but she is at a genius level just like the rest of her friends. Which means that she is quite advance. However, from here on out it's different. Here is the part where you will think that I may have seen more than one too many ER episodes. Also, Heero in the last part has finally resigned himself not to keep looking for her. After all, it's been awhile. But, not all good things can last forever, especially if it's based on a lie.
Washington, D.C.
Dr. Marquette was already running late. It was already 6:15, she was suppose to be at the emergency room at six. However, it was a rainy day, and there was traffic everywhere. It has been three months since she finished her service at the physicians abroad program. Dr. Angela Hart, who was still working in cancer research, had helped her get the a position by recommending her. It's been a year since the day at the café in British Columbia. Sidney now wore her hair natural blond color and her eyes were there natural light blue color. She was no longer super model, Sidney Marquette, so she didn't have to keep changing her looks anymore. She did however cut her hair really short, and it was beautiful to say the least. Her specialty was pediatrics, but she was working the ER. She was also known to be a fantastic surgeon.
After trekking through the jungles of Honduras and India, and also the plains of South Africa and China, she was relieved to be back to civilization. Sidney learned how to work under some of the worse conditions without the best equipment. This made her highly resourceful and gives her the ability to improvise when the need came up.
However, the life in civilization was more fast paced, there were also traffic jams. And other things like that. She worked usually ten hour shifts. So, tonight she would be on from six at night to four in the morning. This suited her just fine. She really didn't mind it too much. She walked into the ER wearing her scrubs underneath with a black pea coat over them. She was carrying her old reliable backpack from Excelsior.
"Sorry, I was stuck in traffic," Sidney said as she shook her umbrella to get the excess water off. The nurse took the umbrella from her and handed a chart in place of it.
"You're needed in Exam Room One as soon as you finish depositing you things to the locker room," said the nurse. Sidney took the chart, and moved quickly to the locker room. She opened her locker and put the backpack in while she placed the chart on top of the lockers. She put on the lab coat that had her name embroidered on it. It was a gift from Chris, he give both Angie and her lab coats with already had their names on it. They later found out that he had bought them a year before they even finished. Sidney couldn't help but admire the faith he had in them. She placed her stethoscope in one of her lab coat pockets and closed the locker. She picked up the chart and went off to Exam Room One.
It wasn't until about 10:00 when another doctor showed up to take up the slack. With the rain, there were usually more accidents. So, usually more doctors were called in. She ran her fingers through her hair, and decided to go get a cup of java from the cafeteria. That was where she found a very weary, Angela having a cup of java as well.
"Hi Angie, what are you doing here? I thought that lab rats worked regular hours. Isn't late for you to be here?" said Sidney.
"Oh, hello Sid. I didn't know that you were on tonight. I guess with the rain and all. As for your question as to what I am doing here, it's because I have a six year old patient who has leukemia. I can't save him. It's just breaking my heart," she said almost clipping the last part with her British accent.
"Oh. I am sorry. I know hard it is. To watch, someone die because the cells in their own body have turned against them. How it's like to watch them fade a little bit at a time. To watch someone crumble. It is heartbreaking," Sidney said in a far off voice. Suddenly, memories were coming back to her. She quickly put those away.
"Did you ever something like that while you were Asia, Africa, or Latin America?" asked Angie.
"No. I mean yes. But, I am talking from personal experience," she answered in a soft voice as she traced her finger over the rim of her cup.
"What about?" Angie inquired. She was eager to hear anything Sidney had to say about her past. Although, Angie already knew that it was probably a sad past, she still wanted to hear it.
"My mother died of breast and ovary cancer. When I was seventeen," revealed Sidney. Her eyes lacked any emotion.
"You're mother died. A year before you went to college? Before Excelsior? That must have been terrible for you. I had no idea. You should have said something sooner. Why didn't you say anything about her death until now," asked Angie. Her eyes filled with genuine concern.
"I guess I thought that if I didn't talk about it, it would have made the pain go away. But, there are days when the pain is as fresh as the day she died. I wasn't even there when she died. What does that make me? A terrible daughter? A horrible person?" said Sidney.
"No. None of that was your fault. It never was. How could you let yourself believe that? Who made it that you think everything is your fault? Because no one can be blame for everything," she reassured her. But, before Sidney could say anything to Angie in response there was a page.
"Dr. Marquette. Please report to the emergency room."
" I have to go," said Sidney as she got up and left the table.
* * *
Apparently, there was car accident that involved three cars and a motorcycle. One of the cars was a limo. The motorcyclist was dead on arrival. The other people were in critical condition. They were in all the available exam rooms. Sidney came running in and one of the other male doctors, Sean Finnegan, handed her a chart.
"The patient in Exam Room Three is Caucasian female. Age twenty-two. She's pretty banged up. But, she's in the best shape compared to the others. She was the passenger in the totaled limo outside. You should see it, Sid. The entire trunk space is completely driven into the back seat. But, since there weren't any seat belts, she was thrown forward with such force that it may have give her a concussion and perhaps just a broken arm. I'll let you see her, since you have been here the longest, now," finished Dr. Finnegan.
"Wait, where's Dr. Johnson?" asked Sidney.
"He already went home," answered Dr. Finnegan as he ran off to help stabilize someone's spine. Their conversation last for less than a minute.
The motorcycle coming out of no where in an intersection and losing control caused the car accident. The limo came to a stop, but another car, with a family of four couldn't stop in time, and plowed into it. The third car was the one that hit the motorcycle, and it in moments later hit a telephone pole. All of this, Sidney would find out later. For now, she had to go see the patient.
"Dr. Marquette, she seems only semi-conciseness," remarked Nurse Perez, "She's still pretty banged up. But, out of all the others, she's the most likely to live through this. She's lost so much blood and I think she has more than a broken arm."
As a practice of giving care to anyone, the doctors at Saving Grace Hospital of Washington, D.C. emergency room, typically folded the top sheet which held the name of the patient and other insurance information over the back of the chart. The sheet underneath was the information on the patient's injuries. It is a practice that Sidney Marquette will wish never existed as she came to the patient. With the nurse still hovering, she finally saw who the patient was.
The young woman was definitely Relena's age. She had long platinum blond hair, but this time her eyebrows were sculpted to have only the bottom half. Her skin was even paler because of the lost of blood. She was still for the moment. And her eyes were closed for the moment.
"Dorothy Catalonia…" said Dr. Sidney Marquette in a soft voice forgetting to treat her for a moment.
Suddenly, the young woman's eyes shot open. She took a look at the doctor who was standing over her.
"Miss…Relena…" Dorothy said in a shocked voice.
Author's Note: The jig is up for Relena. If you notice I let it slip by using Relena's name for the age of Dorothy. I'll just assume that they're about the same age. Don't comment on that little slip. Call the use of my creative license.