Chapter Nine
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"It's an alien invasion I tell ya," a man with long brown hair that fell into his face stared into the camera, basking in the glory of his fifteen minutes of fame. Next to him, a man in a crisp business suit sat looking like he was trying hard not to fall asleep. Which was understandable, considering the news had been running nonstop since Kishuku had destroyed the serpent.
"Thank you," the reporter seemed to gain some alertness realizing that the other man was done, "And once again that was Tanaka Motoki, an expert on alien contact. Next, we have…"
Myou Juan turned the TV off in disgust. For the last 24 hours the news had been playing this crap. Interviews, "expert" opinions, and small clips of footage were shown over and over again. Not once had they stated anything useful: like how the monster got into to Tokyo or who got rid of it. Only once did they run an injured list and then it was back to interviewing psychos who thought we should sent smoke signals into space to appease aliens. Juan picked up his lab coat and clipboard. Slowly, he walked down the critical condition hallway. These were the people injured by the serpent or the panicked crowds.
'Thank kami no one was killed,' he thought pausing outside of a door. He quickly checked the chart outside the room. 'Multiple concussions, five broken ribs, left leg broken in two places, muscle torn in right shoulder, torn back, and a puncture through his left side. It's a miracle he's alive,' Juan thought.
Dr. Myou quietly opened the door and let himself in. The patient still hadn't regained consciousness and that was starting to worry Juan. Always efficient, Juan started to check the patient's stitches and casts. 'The blood has been stopped; the wounds have been taken care of. Why won't you wake up?' he thought. Looking down at the shorthaired pale boy, Juan frowned. He shouldn't be that pale, the blood transfusion should have cured that. And yet…and yet Juan felt like the true problem was hidden. That it was something beyond modern medicine, something from the fairytales and stories that giant serpents come from. Something that was beyond his reach.
Juan looked at the many flowers and gifts that bedecked the grim room. He bent over a bouquet of violets and looked at the get-well card. With a sad smile, he walked out the door. Turning just before he closed it, Juan looked back at the patient that laid within. 'There are many people that care about you Sou Kishuku. For them, do not give up.' And then the door closed.
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Miaka put her head in her hands and wept. At school this morning Miaka and the rest of the student body had heard of the people harmed during the "attack"-as they were calling it now-she had wanted to burst out crying on the spot. It had been torture to keep a happy face on all day. Now, she was sitting under a tree alone in the park and she could finally curl up and cry. It was her fault Kishuku was so badly hurt. She had made him become a Suzaku seishi even when he had told her no and then she had ran off without making sure he knew the serpent's weakness. And now he was in the hospital's critical condition ward because of the injuries she had forced him to receive. Miaka felt horrible and worthless. And so, sitting under a tree, she cried in quiet solitude.
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Wow, that was depressing. ^^ I'm not even in a sad mood. Next time: What's wrong with Kishuku? Will he be okay? What will happen to Miaka? ^^ Questions for which even I do not have the answers to yet.
