Regretting Nothing - Part 17
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I don't own a lot of things. My most expensive possessions are my computer and my textbooks. So, that shows you how much I am worth.
Author's Note: Milliardo back in the story. Sidney had dinner with her best friends the night before. Don't think Chris is stupid. After all, he did hack into the school's computers, and he's a partner in one of the wealthiest companies out of D.C. He's just inept with it comes to women. Heero is sort of sore from his last encounter with Relena. Although, he's not sure as to why. Maybe, he's as inept with women as much as Chris is.
Milliardo was scheduled to arrived later that afternoon. Lady Une gave orders to tell him where Relena would be at six. According to the schedule at the hospital, Relena would there to work her nightshift. Heero made it a point to cut the signal to the camera and sound system in Relena's room. The rest of the Gundam pilots thought that was a good idea. They all decided not to tell Milliardo about the camera because it was either him or Heero. It was probably better that Milliardo didn't know about the camera. All the other cameras were left operational. Quatre was looking at Duo, Trowa, and Wufei. He was shaking his head in disgust. 'Her own brother! They are just like the same person. Heero and Milliardo,' thought Quatre. The others silently agreed with him. They agreed that the cameras were extreme things.
"So, my sister will be at Saving Grace tonight, Yuy?" checked Milliardo.
"Yes, Zechs."
"Was there anything that wasn't in documented in your report?" asked Milliardo suspiciously. He knew Yuy had something up his sleeves. He didn't report meeting with her or meeting with Christopher Ryan. He did provide background information, but nothing more than that. After, Milliardo checked into the hotel, he left for Saving Grace.
* * *
Milliardo came into the ER. It was a hotbed of activity. Milliardo looked at his watch it was only five. An hour before he had plan to see Relena. But, she was already there; her shift had started at four. He tried to stay out of sight, but the guy who was on front desk duty saw him.
"Mister…are you sure you don't need any help. Hey…you're Milliardo Peacecraft," said the front desk guy.
"I am waiting for someone. But, I am a little earlier," said Milliardo Peacecraft.
"Who is it one of the doctors on staff here, Mr. Peacecraft? Because I can help you," he said eagerly.
"I am here to see, Dr. Sidney Marquette," replied Milliardo.
"Wow. First, Lady Une now you, Mr. Peacecraft. She is really popular with the Preventers. Are you looking for a doctor for your offices? Do you want me to page her for you?" said the front desk guy giving a friendly smile.
"No, that won't be necessary. I'll just wait," after that he left the front desk. He decided to look around. Suddenly, an ambulance came with someone who had been had been shot. Just because it was peace didn't necessarily mean that there wasn't any crime. He was a police officer. He had lost a lot of blood. Sidney came running in.
"BP is dropping, so is the pulse. He's not breathing except the tube now," said the EMT.
"I'll take over from here," said Sidney. They wheeled him into the Exam Room Two and started to work on him.
"The bullet has entered the aorta. It's cut the oxygen to the rest of the body," said Sidney. Her hands were covered with blood already. He was just losing too much blood. His vitals were dropping. Sidney injected something, but it didn't work. She couldn't stabilize him.
"Get the paddles in here, NOW!" ordered Sidney. The nurse brought the paddles to her. They were charged up and ready to be used.
"Charge at 100. CLEAR!"
Nothing.
"Change it to 150. CLEAR!"
Nothing.
"200. CLEAR!"
Nothing.
She began to do chest compressions on him. Her hands were on his chest pressing down. There was no reaction. Now, the nurse's hand was on her wrist. The nurse looked at her.
"It's over, Dr. Marquette," said Nurse Perez. Sidney let out a sigh.
"Time of death: 17:20. Cause gunshot wound to the aorta. Where's the family?" asked Sidney. Sidney looked lost. She never had to do this before.
"They are in the waiting area outside," said Nurse Perez who was watching Dr. Marquette with concern. Sidney left without saying anything. She moved slowly and took off the smock over the scrubs and the bloody gloves. Sidney removed the cover over her hair and went to wash her hands. She let out a sigh and went to go see the wife and the brother-in-law who were waiting for her.
"Mrs. Davenport," called Sidney. The woman looked up at Sidney and the woman's brother held her hand.
"Yes," she was shaking. Mrs. Davenport had a sad look of hope in her eyes.
"I am sorry, but your husband didn't make it," said Sidney keeping her eyes steady on the woman.
"OH MY GOD! NO! PLEASE NO!" cried Mrs. Davenport as she crumbled to the floor still clutching her brother's hand. There were tears streaming down her eyes. Sidney felt like she had just killed two people. She went on to explain the specifics of what happened, and the arrangements that should be made. But, neither was listening to her. Sidney felt like she had just lost her voice.
Milliardo was watching this from a distance away. His sister looked like she was lost. There was a sad look in her eyes that she didn't betray on her face. He let out a sigh. He didn't like seeing her in pain. He decided to see her before six.
* * *
Sidney was now in the locker room. She had thrown her stethoscope into her locker. She felt like hitting something.
'I am suppose to be the best. The best. I could have done more. I should have done more. What did I do wrong? Why couldn't I save him? What's wrong with me? I just couldn't save him. How could I not save him?' thought Sidney.
She was sitting on the locker room bench. Her elbows were on her thighs and her breathing was rapid. Her face was buried in her hands. She was rocking back and forth. She was close to tears.
This was the first time she had lost a patient. For all the times, she had come close to losing someone; she was still able to save them. She blamed herself for not being good enough. She was now shaking. She was cursing under her breath.
There were footsteps that came into the locker room. Not wanting anyone to see her in the condition she was in, she sat up. But, she didn't turn her head.
"Relena…"
Milliardo. She thought. She sat up straighter. He walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged him off and got up. Sidney turned and glared at him. She was staring straight into the face of her brother. His ice blue eyes gazed into her slightly darker eyes. She folded her arms over her chest.
"Relena, I'm sorry for what happened back there. You did everything you could," he said in a soft voice. Something in her broke.
'Who the hell does he think he is? He's not a doctor,' thought Sidney. Her eyes darkened with anger. She knew that she was being illogically, but somewhere in her conscious she remembered that Milliardo was out to take her freedom.
"What the Hell makes you think you know how I am feeling?!" she snapped.
Milliardo was taken back by surprise. He had never seen his sister like this. She never talked to him like that before.
"Relena, I was worried about you back there," said Milliardo not knowing what to tell her.
"I will be just fine," she informed him in firm tone.
"Relena, it's alright. You can come with me. I am sure they won't mind. Let's just talk," there was a touch of pleading in his voice.
Sidney ignored it. She wanted him out of the locker room. She wanted him and everyone else out of her life.
"What part of 'KEEP OUT: STAFF ONLY' don't you understand?" she asked. He ignored her question.
"Come with me, Relena. Please," he said. He took a hold of her upper arm. His touch was soft as if he was afraid of scaring her. She shook his hand off her arm and pulled back from him.
"What you people are doing is harassment," Sidney said, "I won't let you interfere in my life. Not anymore."
"Relena, I am your older brother, I am concerned about you," said Milliardo. His feelings were mildly hurt by her reactions.
"Concerned? My, I am truly surprised, Mr. Peacecraft," Sidney said in mocking tone, "I didn't know you cared."
"But…I fought for you. How could you think that I don't care about you, Relena?" asked Milliardo as he looked in to her eyes.
"You fought for me! You fought for yourself. You fought for revenge for the Sank Kingdom! Don't use me as an excuse for your past battles. Fighting to bring peace? That is an oxymoron! I can't believe that actually worked!" shouted Sidney. She didn't care who could hear her.
"You cared about the Gundam pilots. They also did the same thing," said Milliardo.
"I don't care. If I did I would have stayed," answered Sidney coldly. With that she tried to get past him. Milliardo blocked her way.
"Let me do my job, Mr. Peacecraft," said Sidney in a dangerously cold voice, "Why don't you leave like you always do? Or can't you stand the fact that I am actually doing something good and noble. Something that you couldn't do when you ran away from your responsibilities."
"What's that suppose to mean?" asked Milliardo. He couldn't understand what she was saying.
"When you left, you left for blood. You became a solider. You took lives. I am a doctor. I save lives. You were trying to justify your actions by saying it was for peace. That is bull!"
"Relena Peacecraft." Milliardo had just lost his patience.
"Stop calling me that," said Sidney in a quiet cold voice, "You told me once to call you Zech Marquise. Well, I am asking you to call me Sidney Marquette. I never wanted the Peacecraft name. I didn't ask to be born. Especially not to that family. I can't even use my parents' name. Darlian. However, I have to get back to work."
Milliardo just stood there looking at her. She turned and walked to the door. Sidney turned a little bit, and looked at him.
"At least, this time you get to see me walk out."
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I don't own a lot of things. My most expensive possessions are my computer and my textbooks. So, that shows you how much I am worth.
Author's Note: Milliardo back in the story. Sidney had dinner with her best friends the night before. Don't think Chris is stupid. After all, he did hack into the school's computers, and he's a partner in one of the wealthiest companies out of D.C. He's just inept with it comes to women. Heero is sort of sore from his last encounter with Relena. Although, he's not sure as to why. Maybe, he's as inept with women as much as Chris is.
Milliardo was scheduled to arrived later that afternoon. Lady Une gave orders to tell him where Relena would be at six. According to the schedule at the hospital, Relena would there to work her nightshift. Heero made it a point to cut the signal to the camera and sound system in Relena's room. The rest of the Gundam pilots thought that was a good idea. They all decided not to tell Milliardo about the camera because it was either him or Heero. It was probably better that Milliardo didn't know about the camera. All the other cameras were left operational. Quatre was looking at Duo, Trowa, and Wufei. He was shaking his head in disgust. 'Her own brother! They are just like the same person. Heero and Milliardo,' thought Quatre. The others silently agreed with him. They agreed that the cameras were extreme things.
"So, my sister will be at Saving Grace tonight, Yuy?" checked Milliardo.
"Yes, Zechs."
"Was there anything that wasn't in documented in your report?" asked Milliardo suspiciously. He knew Yuy had something up his sleeves. He didn't report meeting with her or meeting with Christopher Ryan. He did provide background information, but nothing more than that. After, Milliardo checked into the hotel, he left for Saving Grace.
* * *
Milliardo came into the ER. It was a hotbed of activity. Milliardo looked at his watch it was only five. An hour before he had plan to see Relena. But, she was already there; her shift had started at four. He tried to stay out of sight, but the guy who was on front desk duty saw him.
"Mister…are you sure you don't need any help. Hey…you're Milliardo Peacecraft," said the front desk guy.
"I am waiting for someone. But, I am a little earlier," said Milliardo Peacecraft.
"Who is it one of the doctors on staff here, Mr. Peacecraft? Because I can help you," he said eagerly.
"I am here to see, Dr. Sidney Marquette," replied Milliardo.
"Wow. First, Lady Une now you, Mr. Peacecraft. She is really popular with the Preventers. Are you looking for a doctor for your offices? Do you want me to page her for you?" said the front desk guy giving a friendly smile.
"No, that won't be necessary. I'll just wait," after that he left the front desk. He decided to look around. Suddenly, an ambulance came with someone who had been had been shot. Just because it was peace didn't necessarily mean that there wasn't any crime. He was a police officer. He had lost a lot of blood. Sidney came running in.
"BP is dropping, so is the pulse. He's not breathing except the tube now," said the EMT.
"I'll take over from here," said Sidney. They wheeled him into the Exam Room Two and started to work on him.
"The bullet has entered the aorta. It's cut the oxygen to the rest of the body," said Sidney. Her hands were covered with blood already. He was just losing too much blood. His vitals were dropping. Sidney injected something, but it didn't work. She couldn't stabilize him.
"Get the paddles in here, NOW!" ordered Sidney. The nurse brought the paddles to her. They were charged up and ready to be used.
"Charge at 100. CLEAR!"
Nothing.
"Change it to 150. CLEAR!"
Nothing.
"200. CLEAR!"
Nothing.
She began to do chest compressions on him. Her hands were on his chest pressing down. There was no reaction. Now, the nurse's hand was on her wrist. The nurse looked at her.
"It's over, Dr. Marquette," said Nurse Perez. Sidney let out a sigh.
"Time of death: 17:20. Cause gunshot wound to the aorta. Where's the family?" asked Sidney. Sidney looked lost. She never had to do this before.
"They are in the waiting area outside," said Nurse Perez who was watching Dr. Marquette with concern. Sidney left without saying anything. She moved slowly and took off the smock over the scrubs and the bloody gloves. Sidney removed the cover over her hair and went to wash her hands. She let out a sigh and went to go see the wife and the brother-in-law who were waiting for her.
"Mrs. Davenport," called Sidney. The woman looked up at Sidney and the woman's brother held her hand.
"Yes," she was shaking. Mrs. Davenport had a sad look of hope in her eyes.
"I am sorry, but your husband didn't make it," said Sidney keeping her eyes steady on the woman.
"OH MY GOD! NO! PLEASE NO!" cried Mrs. Davenport as she crumbled to the floor still clutching her brother's hand. There were tears streaming down her eyes. Sidney felt like she had just killed two people. She went on to explain the specifics of what happened, and the arrangements that should be made. But, neither was listening to her. Sidney felt like she had just lost her voice.
Milliardo was watching this from a distance away. His sister looked like she was lost. There was a sad look in her eyes that she didn't betray on her face. He let out a sigh. He didn't like seeing her in pain. He decided to see her before six.
* * *
Sidney was now in the locker room. She had thrown her stethoscope into her locker. She felt like hitting something.
'I am suppose to be the best. The best. I could have done more. I should have done more. What did I do wrong? Why couldn't I save him? What's wrong with me? I just couldn't save him. How could I not save him?' thought Sidney.
She was sitting on the locker room bench. Her elbows were on her thighs and her breathing was rapid. Her face was buried in her hands. She was rocking back and forth. She was close to tears.
This was the first time she had lost a patient. For all the times, she had come close to losing someone; she was still able to save them. She blamed herself for not being good enough. She was now shaking. She was cursing under her breath.
There were footsteps that came into the locker room. Not wanting anyone to see her in the condition she was in, she sat up. But, she didn't turn her head.
"Relena…"
Milliardo. She thought. She sat up straighter. He walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged him off and got up. Sidney turned and glared at him. She was staring straight into the face of her brother. His ice blue eyes gazed into her slightly darker eyes. She folded her arms over her chest.
"Relena, I'm sorry for what happened back there. You did everything you could," he said in a soft voice. Something in her broke.
'Who the hell does he think he is? He's not a doctor,' thought Sidney. Her eyes darkened with anger. She knew that she was being illogically, but somewhere in her conscious she remembered that Milliardo was out to take her freedom.
"What the Hell makes you think you know how I am feeling?!" she snapped.
Milliardo was taken back by surprise. He had never seen his sister like this. She never talked to him like that before.
"Relena, I was worried about you back there," said Milliardo not knowing what to tell her.
"I will be just fine," she informed him in firm tone.
"Relena, it's alright. You can come with me. I am sure they won't mind. Let's just talk," there was a touch of pleading in his voice.
Sidney ignored it. She wanted him out of the locker room. She wanted him and everyone else out of her life.
"What part of 'KEEP OUT: STAFF ONLY' don't you understand?" she asked. He ignored her question.
"Come with me, Relena. Please," he said. He took a hold of her upper arm. His touch was soft as if he was afraid of scaring her. She shook his hand off her arm and pulled back from him.
"What you people are doing is harassment," Sidney said, "I won't let you interfere in my life. Not anymore."
"Relena, I am your older brother, I am concerned about you," said Milliardo. His feelings were mildly hurt by her reactions.
"Concerned? My, I am truly surprised, Mr. Peacecraft," Sidney said in mocking tone, "I didn't know you cared."
"But…I fought for you. How could you think that I don't care about you, Relena?" asked Milliardo as he looked in to her eyes.
"You fought for me! You fought for yourself. You fought for revenge for the Sank Kingdom! Don't use me as an excuse for your past battles. Fighting to bring peace? That is an oxymoron! I can't believe that actually worked!" shouted Sidney. She didn't care who could hear her.
"You cared about the Gundam pilots. They also did the same thing," said Milliardo.
"I don't care. If I did I would have stayed," answered Sidney coldly. With that she tried to get past him. Milliardo blocked her way.
"Let me do my job, Mr. Peacecraft," said Sidney in a dangerously cold voice, "Why don't you leave like you always do? Or can't you stand the fact that I am actually doing something good and noble. Something that you couldn't do when you ran away from your responsibilities."
"What's that suppose to mean?" asked Milliardo. He couldn't understand what she was saying.
"When you left, you left for blood. You became a solider. You took lives. I am a doctor. I save lives. You were trying to justify your actions by saying it was for peace. That is bull!"
"Relena Peacecraft." Milliardo had just lost his patience.
"Stop calling me that," said Sidney in a quiet cold voice, "You told me once to call you Zech Marquise. Well, I am asking you to call me Sidney Marquette. I never wanted the Peacecraft name. I didn't ask to be born. Especially not to that family. I can't even use my parents' name. Darlian. However, I have to get back to work."
Milliardo just stood there looking at her. She turned and walked to the door. Sidney turned a little bit, and looked at him.
"At least, this time you get to see me walk out."