The Depths of my Sorrows
By Chick-a-tee-in-ur-face
Disclaimer: I do not own SAILOR MOON
AN: Thank you Amy fans who gave me a review. I was really happy. Sorry for late posting. It's kinda difficult to post a story up when you can't find your file, or when you accidentally deleted it so you have to start again. Ok, on with the show...hope you like it.
Chapter 1
Amy's eyelids fluttered open. Her aqua eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. Looking around the unfamiliar room, 'where am I?' she asked herself. She studied her surroundings. Besides the bed, there was a door leading to the bathroom at the other end of the room. A table at the corner held a big teddy bear with a crooked grin holding a card with something written on it in one paw and a daffodil in the other. She squinted to see what was written on the card but couldn't make out the words and gave up. The whole room was white. The curtains, the walls. Everything. The sun seeping in the window on her left reflected of the walls making the room brighter, blinding her. At that moment, a thought crossed her mind, "Am I dead?" She didn't realize she had said that aloud until someone at her side spoke up.
"No." The familiar voice soothed her, calmed down her fears. "You're not dead." Turning her head she stared into the blue eyes of a man set in his rough features. His chocolate colored hair was all over the place, his clothes were rumpled. Amy flashed him a weak smile which he didn't return. He looked pale; his expression had a worried look in them. He picked up one of her limp hands and held it in his. Squeezing it to reassure him she was alright brought a smile to his sad face; just as quickly as the smile had come it was replaced with a stern expression. "I thought I lost you Ames." His voice was gentle and meaningful. "You were out cold for three days. The doctor said-he said." his voice trailed off. The stains on his cheek gave him away. He had been crying. His eyelids drooped wanting sleep, his unshaven face made him look older than he really was. "I thought I'd lose you Amy."
Fear flashed through Amy's mind. 'He knows. Oh my gosh, he knows.' She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. To no avail tears streamed down her cheeks. She was so vulnerable at that moment. Her companion stroked her hand. 'I'm going to be sick,' quickly she got out of bed stumbling a little; she was held down by two strong hands. Looking up, she pleaded with him. "Please Daniel." Her sadness overwhelmed him. Letting go he watched as she made a dash for the convenience room.
Again Amy found herself bending over an open toilet throwing up water, as she had not eaten for days. Red spots spewed from her mouth dissolving in the water. She stared at it making its way until it looked like red liquid. Using the sleeve of the hospital gown she was wearing she wiped her mouth carefully afraid of what she might see. There were red stains on the cuff of her sleeve. 'Blood.' Amy was shocked, her mind stopped working as she looked intently at the blood stain on her sleeve to the blood that had covered every inch of the toilet water. She felt like fainting again.
"Amy." Daniel was waiting patiently outside the door. Amy had been in the bathroom for a very long time and he was getting worried. "Amy. Are you okay?" He heard the toilet flush and the lock on the door open. Amy came out, her head bent. She looked into his face; her own covered with fresh tearstains. Moving forward she collapsed into his arms. She felt weak. She let him carry her back to the bed and tuck her in. Making sure she hid the sleeve with the bloodstain, she used her other hand and stroked Daniel's face. With a firm voice she could muster up, she told him, "I want you to go home." She didn't really want to be left alone but she couldn't be selfish. It was bad enough he neglected his own health to stay by her side the three days she was sleeping. "Go home and freshen up. I'll be alright." She knew she didn't sound very convincing. "There are very qualified doctors who can look after me. You need your rest."
That was Amy for you. Even when she's sick she only thought about him. Not about herself. That's one of the many reasons why he loved her. Daniel smiled holding her hand near her face. Her touch made him tingle. Bringing her hand near his lips he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her hand. He did not know that simple touch was sending shivers down her spine, making her heart pound faster. Making her look at him in the adoring way that made him blush. Standing up, he bid his farewell and told her he would be back later to check on her.
Alone, Amy slid back under the covers. She started thinking about Daniel. She missed him already and he had only been gone for a few minutes. Still, the warmth that was around him had gone when he closed the door. The room was now cold. She unconsciously brought her arm around to tuck the covers firmly under her. Then she saw it. The blood on the sleeve. Flashbacks of what occurred in the bathroom flooded her mind giving her a headache. Tears sprang to her eyes, stinging her. Quietly she wept until she fell asleep.
If she had been awake for a moment longer she would have seen the door of the room she was currently occupying open. She would have seen the man with his chocolate hair combed back neatly, his blue eyes look into the room and fall upon her serene face. She would have seen the way he studied her sleeping form under the covers of the blanket before closing the door and returning to the main lobby of Tokyo Hospital.
"Excuse me." He asked the lady behind the reception table. "I'm looking for Daniel (surname). I was told I could find him in room 905 but he isn't there."
The lady looked up, tearing her gaze away from the computer in front of her. "Are you a friend of the family?" she asked in her monotonous voice.
"Family. I'm his brother. My names Greg (surname)." Greg tapped his fingers impatiently on the desk surface waiting, a bored expression on his face. The receptionist was looking up some information on the computer and then picking up the phone started dialing. He kept tapping the desk as she conversed silently to the receiver at the other end. Soon she placed the phone back on its cradle and looked up at him, emotionless as she ran through the routine she was so use to by now.
"I'm sorry Mr. (surname) but your brother was seen leaving the hospital a few minutes ago. Try again later. I'm sure he'll be back to see his girlfriend."
Greg cocked an eyebrow at this. "His girlfriend?"
The receptionist was the one who looked bored now. "Yes, the miss occupying room 905 is his girlfriend."
Greg's interest had just peaked. "Are you sure?" He was pushing her patience and he knew it, but he needed to know. Why though completely puzzled him. He remembered the pretty woman who was quietly sleeping in the room.
"Yes." Her voice had gone slightly cold as did her eyes. "When she was admitted he claimed to be his boyfriend."
Nodding his head Greg smiled, deep in thought. "Well, can you at least give me his home address?"
"Sorry sir, hospital confidentiality. We're not aloud to give that kind of information out. To anyone." Her voice was crisp but polite.
"Thank you." With that Greg left the hospital walking slowly across the car park to his car.
The receptionist watched him closely as he left the building shaking her head. She muttered something under her breath before going back to work.
AN: Well, I know it's short, but did you like it? Review if you did and review if you didn't ^_^. Thank you.
Disclaimer: I do not own SAILOR MOON
AN: Thank you Amy fans who gave me a review. I was really happy. Sorry for late posting. It's kinda difficult to post a story up when you can't find your file, or when you accidentally deleted it so you have to start again. Ok, on with the show...hope you like it.
Chapter 1
Amy's eyelids fluttered open. Her aqua eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. Looking around the unfamiliar room, 'where am I?' she asked herself. She studied her surroundings. Besides the bed, there was a door leading to the bathroom at the other end of the room. A table at the corner held a big teddy bear with a crooked grin holding a card with something written on it in one paw and a daffodil in the other. She squinted to see what was written on the card but couldn't make out the words and gave up. The whole room was white. The curtains, the walls. Everything. The sun seeping in the window on her left reflected of the walls making the room brighter, blinding her. At that moment, a thought crossed her mind, "Am I dead?" She didn't realize she had said that aloud until someone at her side spoke up.
"No." The familiar voice soothed her, calmed down her fears. "You're not dead." Turning her head she stared into the blue eyes of a man set in his rough features. His chocolate colored hair was all over the place, his clothes were rumpled. Amy flashed him a weak smile which he didn't return. He looked pale; his expression had a worried look in them. He picked up one of her limp hands and held it in his. Squeezing it to reassure him she was alright brought a smile to his sad face; just as quickly as the smile had come it was replaced with a stern expression. "I thought I lost you Ames." His voice was gentle and meaningful. "You were out cold for three days. The doctor said-he said." his voice trailed off. The stains on his cheek gave him away. He had been crying. His eyelids drooped wanting sleep, his unshaven face made him look older than he really was. "I thought I'd lose you Amy."
Fear flashed through Amy's mind. 'He knows. Oh my gosh, he knows.' She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. To no avail tears streamed down her cheeks. She was so vulnerable at that moment. Her companion stroked her hand. 'I'm going to be sick,' quickly she got out of bed stumbling a little; she was held down by two strong hands. Looking up, she pleaded with him. "Please Daniel." Her sadness overwhelmed him. Letting go he watched as she made a dash for the convenience room.
Again Amy found herself bending over an open toilet throwing up water, as she had not eaten for days. Red spots spewed from her mouth dissolving in the water. She stared at it making its way until it looked like red liquid. Using the sleeve of the hospital gown she was wearing she wiped her mouth carefully afraid of what she might see. There were red stains on the cuff of her sleeve. 'Blood.' Amy was shocked, her mind stopped working as she looked intently at the blood stain on her sleeve to the blood that had covered every inch of the toilet water. She felt like fainting again.
"Amy." Daniel was waiting patiently outside the door. Amy had been in the bathroom for a very long time and he was getting worried. "Amy. Are you okay?" He heard the toilet flush and the lock on the door open. Amy came out, her head bent. She looked into his face; her own covered with fresh tearstains. Moving forward she collapsed into his arms. She felt weak. She let him carry her back to the bed and tuck her in. Making sure she hid the sleeve with the bloodstain, she used her other hand and stroked Daniel's face. With a firm voice she could muster up, she told him, "I want you to go home." She didn't really want to be left alone but she couldn't be selfish. It was bad enough he neglected his own health to stay by her side the three days she was sleeping. "Go home and freshen up. I'll be alright." She knew she didn't sound very convincing. "There are very qualified doctors who can look after me. You need your rest."
That was Amy for you. Even when she's sick she only thought about him. Not about herself. That's one of the many reasons why he loved her. Daniel smiled holding her hand near her face. Her touch made him tingle. Bringing her hand near his lips he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her hand. He did not know that simple touch was sending shivers down her spine, making her heart pound faster. Making her look at him in the adoring way that made him blush. Standing up, he bid his farewell and told her he would be back later to check on her.
Alone, Amy slid back under the covers. She started thinking about Daniel. She missed him already and he had only been gone for a few minutes. Still, the warmth that was around him had gone when he closed the door. The room was now cold. She unconsciously brought her arm around to tuck the covers firmly under her. Then she saw it. The blood on the sleeve. Flashbacks of what occurred in the bathroom flooded her mind giving her a headache. Tears sprang to her eyes, stinging her. Quietly she wept until she fell asleep.
If she had been awake for a moment longer she would have seen the door of the room she was currently occupying open. She would have seen the man with his chocolate hair combed back neatly, his blue eyes look into the room and fall upon her serene face. She would have seen the way he studied her sleeping form under the covers of the blanket before closing the door and returning to the main lobby of Tokyo Hospital.
"Excuse me." He asked the lady behind the reception table. "I'm looking for Daniel (surname). I was told I could find him in room 905 but he isn't there."
The lady looked up, tearing her gaze away from the computer in front of her. "Are you a friend of the family?" she asked in her monotonous voice.
"Family. I'm his brother. My names Greg (surname)." Greg tapped his fingers impatiently on the desk surface waiting, a bored expression on his face. The receptionist was looking up some information on the computer and then picking up the phone started dialing. He kept tapping the desk as she conversed silently to the receiver at the other end. Soon she placed the phone back on its cradle and looked up at him, emotionless as she ran through the routine she was so use to by now.
"I'm sorry Mr. (surname) but your brother was seen leaving the hospital a few minutes ago. Try again later. I'm sure he'll be back to see his girlfriend."
Greg cocked an eyebrow at this. "His girlfriend?"
The receptionist was the one who looked bored now. "Yes, the miss occupying room 905 is his girlfriend."
Greg's interest had just peaked. "Are you sure?" He was pushing her patience and he knew it, but he needed to know. Why though completely puzzled him. He remembered the pretty woman who was quietly sleeping in the room.
"Yes." Her voice had gone slightly cold as did her eyes. "When she was admitted he claimed to be his boyfriend."
Nodding his head Greg smiled, deep in thought. "Well, can you at least give me his home address?"
"Sorry sir, hospital confidentiality. We're not aloud to give that kind of information out. To anyone." Her voice was crisp but polite.
"Thank you." With that Greg left the hospital walking slowly across the car park to his car.
The receptionist watched him closely as he left the building shaking her head. She muttered something under her breath before going back to work.
AN: Well, I know it's short, but did you like it? Review if you did and review if you didn't ^_^. Thank you.