A/N: Hello! It's Halloween!!! Woohoo! I just got back half an hour ago from
trick or treating! ^^ yes I know, I'm so immature... but hey, FREE
CANDY!!!! XD So anyway, how were your Halloweens? ARG... and D*P*P...
Marina McCoy sounds SO much more ka-wa-ii!!! I WIN!! MUAHAHAHAHAHA! *cough*
err... anyway, maybe I should just get on with the chapter! Oh yeah and
this is going to be an extremely short chapter... Be warned... I've only
got about one or two chapters to go... and then I'm *DONE* with this fic!!!
But DON'T BE SAD! (*cough* like you would be *wheeze*) I think I'm gonna
write another fic... later... on... maybe not DBZ... but I'm co-authoring
with my cousin, chichirui, on an escaflowne fic... humor, of course! ^^
(our specialties) and it's supposed to have a little *romance* too... I'm
not sure when we'll post but... eventually... it'll happen.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Chapter 12
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+--| A few weeks later... |--+
She choked. Her breaths became sharp and jagged. Her chest heaved heavily with all the panting. Sweat was beginning to form on her forehead. It felt like someone was choking her. Cold hands were wrapped around her tiny neck, resisting air to come in and go out.
Her eyes drooped. The lids suddenly got heavy. The breaths became shorter, and faster. Her heart raced. She was at the edge. She knew she was at the edge. She was at the brink of death. And no one was there to save her.
The nurse entered with a towel in hand, coming to fluff the pillow and all that. The towel dropped to the tiled floor as she saw the stage the young patient was in. The heart monitor was beeping rapidly and annoyingly, as if it were to bust any moment. She quickly rushed off to get the doctor.
Within less than a minute, she was with a doctor. The male had numerous instruments hanging from his neck as his large white coat draped past his sides. His eyes came to rest on her angelic face filled with sweat.
Alex's eyes set upon the worried look on the staffs' faces. Her vision became blurry as she looked up at the man that stood over her. The cold and darkness surrounded her. Everything faded to black. Death ate away at her.
Her breathing calmed down. Her body became limp. She closed her eyes and listened. The beeps of the monitor matched her heartbeat.
She couldn't hear the beeping anymore. She couldn't hear her heartbeat anymore.
@*@*@
"She's WHAT?" Pan screamed into the phone.
"She's in a coma," The nurse said calmly, wincing at the yelling.
"When did this happen?!?" She asked curiously.
"Just fifteen minutes ago," She informed.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL EARLIER?!?!" Pan yelled.
"Well, we called Trunks Briefs before, and..." She tried.
"Oh, ok. Thank you," Pan hung up and sighed.
She closed her eyes as her eyes began watering. She quickly wiped them away and descended from the apartment.
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She arrived at the hospital. Pan stepped into the room to find Trunks already there. Staring at Alex, looking like he was thinking hard. He looked up, his piercing blue eyes saw right through her. (Why's Trunks always there before Pan? I dunno...)
A sharp breath came as Alex opened her eyes. She had finally gotten out of the pool of black. How long until she had to go back?
"Alex?" Pan said as she rushed over to her friend. Trunks turned his attention to her again.
She smiled. She felt her energy fading as seconds passed. She was dying, and she knew it. In fact, she was pretty sure they knew it too.
"Pan?" Her voice quivered with weakness.
"Hm?" Pan took her hand. She hated to see her friend like this. She could see that Alex was in pain. Tears began to trickle down her face.
"Don't cry, Panny," Alex weakly lifted her hand to wipe her tear, then let it drop quickly. "It's gonna be alright," But she was dying. It wasn't going to be ok.
"No it's not, Alex. You're dying, you know it. And I know it too," Pan urged.
Alex smiled, "So you're right,"
The nurse walked in and gasped. The patient was out of coma. She ran out calling a doctor. Of course, a few seconds later, the doctor came, and took her blood pressure, all that stuff. (I'm really bored. And uninspired. And tired... plz scuse the cheesy dialogue and dullness of it all...)
Trunks and Pan just stood back through the whole process. They watched as machines and cords were attached and detached to and from Alex. They could both sense Alex's strength fading.
The doctor came to Alex's side, kneeling by her bed. "You don't have long to live," She whispered in her ear. "I'm not sure how long, but you can die at anytime,"
Alex closed her eyes and nodded. The doctor left, and came up to the duo standing in the back of the room.
"She's all yours. Take the time while you can," The doctor said and departed, along with all the other nurses.
"Come here, Panny," Alex called. Pan strode over there. "Look, I don't have long to live, so I have to say this now,"
"Alex, I-" Pan began.
"Shut up and listen," Alex cut her off. "Trunks still loves you, and you need to get back together. I can't stand seeing the last seconds of my life with you two so unhappy, alright? Pan, be smart. Get back together,"
Pan nodded. A smile crept across Alex's face. "Or I'll beat you with a stick," (*cracks up* sry, inside joke... had to add that... -__-;;;)
Pan smiled, "You wouldn't have the strength to,"
"Shut up," Alex snapped jokingly. "Trunks, get over here, and Pan go away," She demanded.
"Hi," Trunks said to Alex.
"Hey... remember what I said on the phone?" Alex asked.
Trunks furrowed a brow, then nodded.
"Just remember... She still loves you," Alex told him.
The darkness was eating at her again. Her energy was vanishing. The seconds of her life were ticking away.
Ten.
Nine.
"Pan, get your ass over here," Her voice was shaking.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
"How're you doing?" Pan asked.
Five.
Four.
Her eyes shut for a second, allowing her to calm herself and take a couple of deep breaths. "It hurts," She finally answered
Three.
"Panny, I love you," She said softly.
Two.
The beeping of the heart rate machine became slower. The lines flattened a bit. "Trunks..."
Trunks' blue eyes looked at her intently.
One.
"Remember..." She whispered before her eyes closed and her chest stopped heaving.
The heart rate machine let a silencing beep flow through the air. Her heart had stopped completely. Her body was becoming cold. Not even a finger twitched. It was final, she was dead.
Tears began to flow out of Pan's eyes as she held on to the lifeless hand as tight as ever. She never wanted to let her go. She never wanted to lose her. "Alex..." She let out as she began to break down in tears.
Trunks stood back as he watched his angel break down over Alex. He felt a tear running down his own cheek.
The annoying tone of the heart rate machine continued to run through the room.
A tone that would haunt him forever.
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A/N: So how was it? Short chapter... meant to be short... I'm not feeling very inspired right now... so don't blame me... the fic's probably gonna end in the next chapter... probably most likely, that is... but I'm not sure if I wanna add this one last part on... I'll haveta think about it. Of course, I can't give it away! ^.~ Cept for you... TAMMY... who helped me plot it... *cough hack wheeze* help... right... help... hehe... anyway plz r/r and tell me whatcha think! I'll try to post soon!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Chapter 12
@*@*@
+--| A few weeks later... |--+
She choked. Her breaths became sharp and jagged. Her chest heaved heavily with all the panting. Sweat was beginning to form on her forehead. It felt like someone was choking her. Cold hands were wrapped around her tiny neck, resisting air to come in and go out.
Her eyes drooped. The lids suddenly got heavy. The breaths became shorter, and faster. Her heart raced. She was at the edge. She knew she was at the edge. She was at the brink of death. And no one was there to save her.
The nurse entered with a towel in hand, coming to fluff the pillow and all that. The towel dropped to the tiled floor as she saw the stage the young patient was in. The heart monitor was beeping rapidly and annoyingly, as if it were to bust any moment. She quickly rushed off to get the doctor.
Within less than a minute, she was with a doctor. The male had numerous instruments hanging from his neck as his large white coat draped past his sides. His eyes came to rest on her angelic face filled with sweat.
Alex's eyes set upon the worried look on the staffs' faces. Her vision became blurry as she looked up at the man that stood over her. The cold and darkness surrounded her. Everything faded to black. Death ate away at her.
Her breathing calmed down. Her body became limp. She closed her eyes and listened. The beeps of the monitor matched her heartbeat.
She couldn't hear the beeping anymore. She couldn't hear her heartbeat anymore.
@*@*@
"She's WHAT?" Pan screamed into the phone.
"She's in a coma," The nurse said calmly, wincing at the yelling.
"When did this happen?!?" She asked curiously.
"Just fifteen minutes ago," She informed.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL EARLIER?!?!" Pan yelled.
"Well, we called Trunks Briefs before, and..." She tried.
"Oh, ok. Thank you," Pan hung up and sighed.
She closed her eyes as her eyes began watering. She quickly wiped them away and descended from the apartment.
@*@*@
She arrived at the hospital. Pan stepped into the room to find Trunks already there. Staring at Alex, looking like he was thinking hard. He looked up, his piercing blue eyes saw right through her. (Why's Trunks always there before Pan? I dunno...)
A sharp breath came as Alex opened her eyes. She had finally gotten out of the pool of black. How long until she had to go back?
"Alex?" Pan said as she rushed over to her friend. Trunks turned his attention to her again.
She smiled. She felt her energy fading as seconds passed. She was dying, and she knew it. In fact, she was pretty sure they knew it too.
"Pan?" Her voice quivered with weakness.
"Hm?" Pan took her hand. She hated to see her friend like this. She could see that Alex was in pain. Tears began to trickle down her face.
"Don't cry, Panny," Alex weakly lifted her hand to wipe her tear, then let it drop quickly. "It's gonna be alright," But she was dying. It wasn't going to be ok.
"No it's not, Alex. You're dying, you know it. And I know it too," Pan urged.
Alex smiled, "So you're right,"
The nurse walked in and gasped. The patient was out of coma. She ran out calling a doctor. Of course, a few seconds later, the doctor came, and took her blood pressure, all that stuff. (I'm really bored. And uninspired. And tired... plz scuse the cheesy dialogue and dullness of it all...)
Trunks and Pan just stood back through the whole process. They watched as machines and cords were attached and detached to and from Alex. They could both sense Alex's strength fading.
The doctor came to Alex's side, kneeling by her bed. "You don't have long to live," She whispered in her ear. "I'm not sure how long, but you can die at anytime,"
Alex closed her eyes and nodded. The doctor left, and came up to the duo standing in the back of the room.
"She's all yours. Take the time while you can," The doctor said and departed, along with all the other nurses.
"Come here, Panny," Alex called. Pan strode over there. "Look, I don't have long to live, so I have to say this now,"
"Alex, I-" Pan began.
"Shut up and listen," Alex cut her off. "Trunks still loves you, and you need to get back together. I can't stand seeing the last seconds of my life with you two so unhappy, alright? Pan, be smart. Get back together,"
Pan nodded. A smile crept across Alex's face. "Or I'll beat you with a stick," (*cracks up* sry, inside joke... had to add that... -__-;;;)
Pan smiled, "You wouldn't have the strength to,"
"Shut up," Alex snapped jokingly. "Trunks, get over here, and Pan go away," She demanded.
"Hi," Trunks said to Alex.
"Hey... remember what I said on the phone?" Alex asked.
Trunks furrowed a brow, then nodded.
"Just remember... She still loves you," Alex told him.
The darkness was eating at her again. Her energy was vanishing. The seconds of her life were ticking away.
Ten.
Nine.
"Pan, get your ass over here," Her voice was shaking.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
"How're you doing?" Pan asked.
Five.
Four.
Her eyes shut for a second, allowing her to calm herself and take a couple of deep breaths. "It hurts," She finally answered
Three.
"Panny, I love you," She said softly.
Two.
The beeping of the heart rate machine became slower. The lines flattened a bit. "Trunks..."
Trunks' blue eyes looked at her intently.
One.
"Remember..." She whispered before her eyes closed and her chest stopped heaving.
The heart rate machine let a silencing beep flow through the air. Her heart had stopped completely. Her body was becoming cold. Not even a finger twitched. It was final, she was dead.
Tears began to flow out of Pan's eyes as she held on to the lifeless hand as tight as ever. She never wanted to let her go. She never wanted to lose her. "Alex..." She let out as she began to break down in tears.
Trunks stood back as he watched his angel break down over Alex. He felt a tear running down his own cheek.
The annoying tone of the heart rate machine continued to run through the room.
A tone that would haunt him forever.
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A/N: So how was it? Short chapter... meant to be short... I'm not feeling very inspired right now... so don't blame me... the fic's probably gonna end in the next chapter... probably most likely, that is... but I'm not sure if I wanna add this one last part on... I'll haveta think about it. Of course, I can't give it away! ^.~ Cept for you... TAMMY... who helped me plot it... *cough hack wheeze* help... right... help... hehe... anyway plz r/r and tell me whatcha think! I'll try to post soon!