email: saotome.akane@tendodojo.com
I hold no claim to any of the characters of Ranma1/2. It's all Rumiko
Takahashi! I'm just a great fan (who had no $$ by the way...)
Oneshot?? Maybe... depends on the response I get. I hope you enjoy.
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Whispering.
Beeping noises.
Hospital smell...
Nabiki Tendo lay in the hard plastic chairs, pretending to sleep
while straining her ears to hear soft strains of conversation from the
opposite side of the room.
"We don't have that kind of money, Soun."
"What would you have me do? Let you-" his voice faltered. "It doesn't
matter, I'll get it somehow and everything will be alright."
"Look at our children... This is no place for them! Akane is absolutely
terrified of all this," she gestured at all the equipment that
surrounded her bed. "Please...I don't want their last memories of me
in this place!" Tears filled her eyes but did not fall.
"You will have better chances with the constant care that can be given
at the hospital. Besides, after the op-" he was cut off by a small
wave of the hand.
"There's not going to *be* any operation. We haven't got the money,"
she noticed the slump of her husband's shoulders and quickly continued,
"and it's no one's fault. Things just happened this way," she trailed
off gazing at the far wall where her three girls lay sleeping.
"Besides,"her voice took on a stronger and matter-of-fact tone, "the
doctor said it would probably be a year even without hospitalization.
We will spend that time together at home like a real family, not camped
out in a white hospital room where my children are afraid!"
She was so beautiful. How could she know exactly how sick she was and
be so undaunted? Her face was very pale and tubes trailed from her body
into numerous monitors, but her eyes were bright and her dark hair spread
behind her on the pillow so perfectly, her small, white fists clenched
in determination at her last statement.
As Soun took them into his own, browned and rough, he wept.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"We'll go home tomorrow," he whispered hoarsely through his tears.
She cupped his downturned face in her hands, bringing his gaze to hers.
"Thank you," she whispered, as the tears that she had held in began to
flow freely.
I hold no claim to any of the characters of Ranma1/2. It's all Rumiko
Takahashi! I'm just a great fan (who had no $$ by the way...)
Oneshot?? Maybe... depends on the response I get. I hope you enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Whispering.
Beeping noises.
Hospital smell...
Nabiki Tendo lay in the hard plastic chairs, pretending to sleep
while straining her ears to hear soft strains of conversation from the
opposite side of the room.
"We don't have that kind of money, Soun."
"What would you have me do? Let you-" his voice faltered. "It doesn't
matter, I'll get it somehow and everything will be alright."
"Look at our children... This is no place for them! Akane is absolutely
terrified of all this," she gestured at all the equipment that
surrounded her bed. "Please...I don't want their last memories of me
in this place!" Tears filled her eyes but did not fall.
"You will have better chances with the constant care that can be given
at the hospital. Besides, after the op-" he was cut off by a small
wave of the hand.
"There's not going to *be* any operation. We haven't got the money,"
she noticed the slump of her husband's shoulders and quickly continued,
"and it's no one's fault. Things just happened this way," she trailed
off gazing at the far wall where her three girls lay sleeping.
"Besides,"her voice took on a stronger and matter-of-fact tone, "the
doctor said it would probably be a year even without hospitalization.
We will spend that time together at home like a real family, not camped
out in a white hospital room where my children are afraid!"
She was so beautiful. How could she know exactly how sick she was and
be so undaunted? Her face was very pale and tubes trailed from her body
into numerous monitors, but her eyes were bright and her dark hair spread
behind her on the pillow so perfectly, her small, white fists clenched
in determination at her last statement.
As Soun took them into his own, browned and rough, he wept.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"We'll go home tomorrow," he whispered hoarsely through his tears.
She cupped his downturned face in her hands, bringing his gaze to hers.
"Thank you," she whispered, as the tears that she had held in began to
flow freely.