Did We Lose Them: Part 3
A/N: Well, here we go with part three. I apologize to those people who wanted the next part desperately, as it has taken me what, three/four weeks to get this up? Don't blame me, blame my damn OS, Microsoft word. You would think that one defective program couldn't erase your entire hard drive, but you'd be wrong. Anyway, in this part, the assailant is revealed (Sort of). You're probably gonna hate the ending, but that's what reviews are for!
Beep….Beep….Beep….Beep. The heart monitor kept up it's maddening sound. However, Jyou, now used to it, was phasing it out. He was in the burn unit of Shin Tokyo Hospital, observing his friends. The wounds were incredibly complicated, and would take a long time to heal. Izzy and Tai, having been in contact with the primary explosion had suffered the most, Izzy had third-degree burns over 81 percent of his body, and might have to have an amputation. Tai would have looked funny, since all of his hair had been burnt off, if not for the extent of his wounds, as he too, had third-degree burns over 65 percent of his body. Nothing would need amputation, but he, as well as Izzy, were going to need lots of work, along with intense physical therapy.
Matt,…well, if Matt made it through the night, he'd be lucky. He had third and second-degree burns over 59 percent of his body, along with numerous lacerations, scrapes, broken bones, and most of his blood had been lost. The burns and lacerations were a result of the secondary explosion, and the scrapes and broken bones, and result of his fall. He had three cracked vertebrae, seven broken ribs, both legs broken, one arm broken, and one hand smashed. One of the legs might have an infection and could have to be amputated, and there was a chance that he could be paralyzed.
"And that's the whole list. I don't know what else to tell you. All of them will require physical therapy, at least three more months in the hospital, it just goes on. I wish that I could get my hands on the person who did this." Joe said. Sitting in front of him, bewildered, were the Chosen Children that remained. Kari, Mimi, Sora, and Yolei were all stunned. "By the way," Joe added. "Where are Takeru, Daisuke, Ken, and Iori? I paged Taker a while ago, and he was with the others. Why aren't they here?" "Dr. Kido to emergency room one, Dr. Kido, senior, to emergency room two, Dr. Asaki to emergency room three, and Dr. Shugo to emergency room four. Four shooting victims arriving via helicopter to arrive in three minutes." Conditions; two yellow, two red. "Dammit!" Joe yelled. "I don't have time for this!" He began jogging towards the Helipad entrance.
"Update for Doctors Kido, Asaki, and Shugo, inpatients names are as follows; Ichijouji, Ken. Takaishi, Takeru. Hida, Iori. Motomiya, Daisuke." Joe stopped dead in his tracks. He stood for a moment, then started sprinting towards the Helipad entrance.
Thirty minutes later…
"Will Dr. Hanate, Coronary wing, please report to emergency room three, inpatient condition is blue, awaiting to be taken to autopsy."
Eight hours later…
All of the girls had fallen asleep on the bench they'd been sitting on; it was almost two am. Joe saw no need to wake them and tell them the bad news. He instead opted to leave them where they slept, and headed off to the doctor's lounge, to get some much-needed sleep. As he entered the room, he saw doctors Asaki and Shugo, and his brother Jim. Both Asaki and Shugo were asleep, but Jim was still awake, reading over the autopsy report, for the fifth time. "Jim, for God's sake, go to sleep." Joe said. "I can't Joe, I could have saved him, but I didn't." Jim was near tears. "There was nothing you could have done Jim, the frontal cranium was smashed, and the arterial vein was all but gone." Joe was growing rather impatient with Jim. "I COULD HAVE SAVED HIM!" Jim screamed, then broke down into tears.
Down where the girls were, again, the black-figure strode through the corridors, and finally, reached where the girls were. He once again reached into his coat, and drew out a .30 caliber semi-automatic, with a silencer. He grinned, and shot one of them in the head. Then the next one. Then, someone yelled, and the figure took off running. Right into Joe, who was exiting the doctor's lounge, to get some coffee for himself, and some sedatives for Jim. As they collided, the gun fell out of the figure's hand, and into Joe's lap. "Excuse me, but who are you?" Joe asked. "The one who killed all your little friends, Joe." The figure responded. "What…did…you…say?" Joe asked, becoming angry. "I said that I'm the one who killed your stupid fucking friends!" the figure yelled, and added a right hook to Joe's jaw, breaking it. The figure then jumped up and started to run away, but Joe, spurred on by anger, leaped up, and managed to grab the hood off the figure's head. The figure spun around. "Y-You…" Joe stuttered.
[Well, that's the end. So sorry, but it's true, I'm demonic enough to keep you from knowing who's dead, and who the killer is. However, I am open to any and all suggestions for who the killer is, and who is dead, so REVIEW!!! But I promise you, the next fic will tell all. So, review, review, review! Sayonara, minna-san.