The Other Side
by Goz
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. If I did, I would've made them wear more clothes.
Warning: This is a Sailor Moon fanfic concerning various new Sailor Scouts of my own creation. It also contains liberal mixing of the Japanese version with the dub. Caveat emptor.
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Part 7
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Apparently, no one had heard her wish. Though no one had been killed, there were seven major burns, nine smoke inhalation cases, and one person hit on the head by a falling beam. The latter case was Andrea.
Ariane sat, sweating in apprehension, in the waiting area of the hospital. Connelly had taken her there to try to get them both in to see Andrea, but could only get herself in. Connelly had gone to her room half an hour ago, leaving Andrea to cry inwardly in a vinyl chair.
After what seemed like days to Ariane's internal clock, Connelly came into the waiting area, looking very grave and somber.
She gestured for Ariane to follow her outside.
Once they were in the car, Connelly broke the news. "It's more serious than they originally thought. The beam didn't just knock her unconscious. It put her into a coma."
"Is she going to die?" asked Ariane in a choked voice. Even though she had only know her for a week, she had really begun to feel like Andrea was her sister.
Connelly shook her head, and Ariane was temporarily reassured, before Connelly's next words dashed her hopes. "No, she's not going to die, but the docters aren't sure they can wake her up any time soon. They've seen people stay in this type of coma for years."
"Years." The word echoed in her head. She might not be able to talk to Andrea for years.
*I just got you back, and now you're gone again!* Arianes mind wailed, as she let the tears flow and Connelly, herself crying, patted her shoulder soothingly.
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Ariane found herself again staring at the ceiling. She was exhausted, emotionally and physically. She felt she had no tears left.
She forced herself to shut her eyes, and felt herself sliding into something unlike a dream.
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*Ariane,* a voice hissed in her left ear. She swirled and saw nothing. She glanced down and saw that she was wearing long, dark sea-green gloves, a brown leotard with large, navy bow on it, a short, sea-green skirt, and navy sandles.
She turned around again as she felt a hand on her shoulder. This time, she saw a person standing there. He - or perhaps she - was half a head shorter than she, and wearing a black cloak that showed nothing of the wearer.
*Ariane,* the voice said again - only it wasn't quite a voice, it was something she heard inside her head - *Remember this; Cassiopeia Constellation Power.*
*What?!*
*Remember...*
by Goz
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. If I did, I would've made them wear more clothes.
Warning: This is a Sailor Moon fanfic concerning various new Sailor Scouts of my own creation. It also contains liberal mixing of the Japanese version with the dub. Caveat emptor.
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Part 7
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Apparently, no one had heard her wish. Though no one had been killed, there were seven major burns, nine smoke inhalation cases, and one person hit on the head by a falling beam. The latter case was Andrea.
Ariane sat, sweating in apprehension, in the waiting area of the hospital. Connelly had taken her there to try to get them both in to see Andrea, but could only get herself in. Connelly had gone to her room half an hour ago, leaving Andrea to cry inwardly in a vinyl chair.
After what seemed like days to Ariane's internal clock, Connelly came into the waiting area, looking very grave and somber.
She gestured for Ariane to follow her outside.
Once they were in the car, Connelly broke the news. "It's more serious than they originally thought. The beam didn't just knock her unconscious. It put her into a coma."
"Is she going to die?" asked Ariane in a choked voice. Even though she had only know her for a week, she had really begun to feel like Andrea was her sister.
Connelly shook her head, and Ariane was temporarily reassured, before Connelly's next words dashed her hopes. "No, she's not going to die, but the docters aren't sure they can wake her up any time soon. They've seen people stay in this type of coma for years."
"Years." The word echoed in her head. She might not be able to talk to Andrea for years.
*I just got you back, and now you're gone again!* Arianes mind wailed, as she let the tears flow and Connelly, herself crying, patted her shoulder soothingly.
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Ariane found herself again staring at the ceiling. She was exhausted, emotionally and physically. She felt she had no tears left.
She forced herself to shut her eyes, and felt herself sliding into something unlike a dream.
-
*Ariane,* a voice hissed in her left ear. She swirled and saw nothing. She glanced down and saw that she was wearing long, dark sea-green gloves, a brown leotard with large, navy bow on it, a short, sea-green skirt, and navy sandles.
She turned around again as she felt a hand on her shoulder. This time, she saw a person standing there. He - or perhaps she - was half a head shorter than she, and wearing a black cloak that showed nothing of the wearer.
*Ariane,* the voice said again - only it wasn't quite a voice, it was something she heard inside her head - *Remember this; Cassiopeia Constellation Power.*
*What?!*
*Remember...*
