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Author's Notes: To those who reviewed this story(coughs, Quintia, that's about it, coughs) I extend by boundless gratitude. I don't know if people like this story, but I'll keep posting it because it's my really big story, so I'll update it even if only one person reviews it, it's enough for me. Again, to Quintia, this is for you. To everyone else, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!! I really appreciate any and all feedback.
Love will not Die
Part IV
By, Silver Fox
Sera stalked around the face down fallen body of Quatre. She looked very pleased with herself, like a lioness that had caught her prey. Quickly thinking, she lifted his head up, pulled out a rag from her purse and wiped the bloody nose she had given him from his face, and on the floor. Next, with great difficulty, she hoisted up his body on her shoulders and dragged him off to a hidden room. A room in the mansion that even Quatre himself didn't know about. She snickered to herself as she dragged his unconscious body.
"Heh heh heh, I've got you now, Quatre. Yes sir, I got ya this time, heh heh. You thought ending our engagement would put me out of the picture, well you were wrong, Mr. Winner. I may not get my rich husband and wonderful life that you stole.or maybe I can, some way or another, you bet I will." She touched a panel, and it opened to reveal another hallway. The door closed behind her. The hallway was dark and dank and reeked mold and mildew. There were many doors along the corridor. But Sera knew which one she wanted. She opened the third door on the left to enter a nicely furnished room with pullout bed in a couch. Sera heaved him up off of her shoulders and laid him down on the bed. She scrounged for her purse again. Besides the discarded needle she injected him with already, she found what she was looking for. She took out some pills, threw her bag aside, and went on the bed on top of him. She lifted his head up and shoved the pills down his throat. Again, she laughed to herself.
"Well, I think that should do that trick. I mean I know he'll be unconscious but I did give him enough viagra to make a dead man walk. But just in case," She found some old rope and tied him up with the rope. She started to slip off her dress. "I will get what I want."
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Dorothy had already gotten dressed and was waiting for Quatre to return. She sat on her bed; she had eaten her food and was waiting for him now. She assumed it was a business call to see him, since that's what it usually was. She put her knee length blonde hair in a low bun, and for the first time in awhile, she looked decent, at least she thought so. Just then the phone rang. Dorothy let it ring twice, and since no one got it, she picked it up herself.
"Hello?"
It was the doctor on the other line. He was giving her some information. Dorothy's eyes widened when she heard it.
"Are you sure?" she asked nervously.
The doctor was sure. She took down everything he said with a pen. Then she hung up. She decided now she had to find Quatre. She wanted to talk to him. She got up from her chair, swaying a little, and made her way to the door. She walked down the long hallways calling out.
"Quatre? Quatre, where are you?"
She received no answer, so she called out for someone else. "Rashid!"
Instantly the tall man was at her side.
"Yes Miss Dorothy?"
"Have you seen Quatre? The doctor called me and told me they think they found me a heart transplant." Dorothy said this, but seemed somewhat troubled.
"That's wonderful Miss Dorothy! Well I led Master Quatre out to the front lobby to meet the woman who was here."
Dorothy stopped dead in her tracks. "A woman? A woman came to see him? Well, did she look like she was from his company?"
"Well I guess she could have been. I really couldn't tell though. She was dressed somewhat properly."
"I see."Dorothy trailed off. She started walking again to the front lobby. But when she got there, it was empty. No one was there. She was instantly filled with fear. "Quatre?" she called yet again. No answer. "RASHID!"
He came running. "What's wrong Miss Dorothy?"
"Quatre's not here! He wouldn't leave without telling me, what if something happened? What if that woman took him, what if she had a gun?! Oh god, no." Dorothy sat down as she clenched her chest. "Oh geez, my heart can't take this."
Rashid was rubbing her shoulders trying to calm her down. "Please Miss Dorothy, you must calm down. You can't get worked up like this, you have a weak heart and you can't risk your health."
She sighed. "Alright, I'll calm down. But where is he? I know he would have told me if he had to leave. Something happened, I know it. I just know it. I feel it in my gut. I-," she stopped as she saw something on the floor. "What the." she got down on the floor and wiped something up with her finger. She gasped. "Blood?! Oh my God, oh my god, I knew something happened. QUATRE!!! Where the hell are you?" she started running through the hallways screaming. "QUATRE! QUATRE!" She felt so lightheaded that she had to rest. She leaned back against the wall. Suddenly, she fell through the door that opened behind her. She tumbled backwards into a dank corridor with many doors. She brushed herself off and stood up. Then she noticed the weapons lining the wall. She decided to take the foil, since she was a master fencer, and she could use it if necessary. Both hands grasping the rapier, she started down the hallway. When she got to the first door, she flung it open..but there was nothing but a stonewall behind it. She went across the corridor to the next door, but it was only stonewall as well.
"What is this, why would they do.." Then, she thought of something. Perhaps all these fake doors were meant to hide the real room among them, to discourage people from finding it. Well, she certainly wasn't going to leave here without searching everything. Suddenly, she heard a muffled voice
"Hehehe, Oh yes, yes yes yes!!"
"Huh? Who the hell is that?" It sounded someone like laughing and saying oh yes, but she couldn't be sure. All she could tell was it was a female voice. She crept down the hallway to where she thought the voice was coming from. She found the door. She slowly turned the knob, but the door was locked. She put her eat against the door to listen. She thought she heard someone moaning. "What the."she whispered. She took her rapier and started picking the lock. Once the lock clicked, she kicked the door open. Her jaw dropped at what she saw. It was her cousin Sera and Quatre lying on a pullout bed. They were both totally naked under the covers.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" Dorothy shrieked. Sera looked up from on top of him. She got off the bed and wrapped a sheet around herself. It was then Dorothy noticed that Quatre was unconscious, and his arms were loosely tied up. She raised her rapier toward Sera as she approached Quatre. "Stay back, don't move, or I'll run this through your non-existent heart."
"Easy Dorothy," Sera looked obviously disturbed that she had a sword.
"Shut up!" Dorothy moved quickly toward Quatre. "Quatre, Quatre!" She tried to shake him awake. "Quatre! Oh god." she found the red swollen mark where Sera had injected him with the needle. "What the hell did you do to him, you bitch?!"
Sera had now gotten her clothes back on and stood looking very pleased with herself. "I gave a tranquilizer that would knock out an elephant. That's the red mark. Then I gave him enough viagra to make a dead man walk." She smirked. "Now I'm sure I have what I want."
"Y-y-you didn't.."
"Oh but I did. And he was pretty good in bed despite the fact he was unconscious."
Dorothy gripped her rapier so hard her knuckles started to turn white. "How dare you." she said quietly. Then she lifted her head to face her. "HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO HIM!! I LOVE HIM! MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD, AND YOU RAPED HIM!!!"
Sera nodded. "Yes, I did. But it was only to get what I wanted. I'm sure he told you about how he broke our engagement because he found out I only wanted his money. Well, he deprived me of my dream life being rich. So now," She put her hand on her abdomen, "I have an heir to the Winner Corporation. And henceforth, if Quatre happens to die, then my heir will take over, and I'll get the life I wanted."
Dorothy shoved her rapier toward Sera's neck, but stopped just before the point touched it. Tears were streaming out of her eyes. "I wouldn't count on that if I were you. You see, your plan has more that a few flaws. Number 1: You might not even be pregnant. And Number 2: Even if you are pregnant you're not having that baby if you have a miscarriage. And I'd be more that happy to give you one. Or would you like me to kill you now?
Sera looked completely unfazed. "Go ahead Dorothy, kill me. Go right ahead. And then," she started moving around her, "when they find my dead body, and you with the bloody rapier, who do you think they'll convict? You. Yes my friend, kill me and you'll be straight off to jail. And then I don't think they'll care whether or not you get that heart transplant of yours. After all, criminals are last on the list to get heart transplants, are they not? So, Dorothy," she stopped right in front of her, "make your choice."
Dorothy held the rapier up to her neck. She was fighting the urge to jam it through her neck. But, she knew she shouldn't. She sighed, but didn't bring her rapier down.
"Rashid!" she yelled without taking her eyes off of Sera. Rashid, who had been looking for Dorothy for a while, soon found his way to where they were.
"Miss Dorothy, what happened, I was looking everywhere and .oh dear lord, Master Quatre!" He ran to the unconscious man on the bed. Quatre had always been like a son to him. "Miss Dorothy, what-,"
"Rashid, please restrain this woman." She had to use every ounce of control in her body to not scream or stab her. "Call the police and tell them this woman has committed rape. She drugged Quatre and proceeded with the act. I witnessed part of it if the police want a witness." She was staring down at the floor all the while she was talking. "In her purse you should find the needle and viagra case she used. Please call the police and see that she doesn't get away. Call an ambulance for Quatre." Rashid restrained her and nodded. As he was turning out the door, Dorothy called out another thing.
"And see that she has a pregnancy test."
"Yes, ma'am."
"You can't keep me in jail Dorothy," Sera growled, "sooner or later they'll let me out and I'll come back. I'll be back for you!" Rashid put his hand on her neck, and using a pressure point, she passed out. He carried her out to go call the police. Dorothy let her rapier fall clashing to the floor. Then, she went falling to the floor with it. She clutched her chest as she rapidly breathed in and out. She shut her eyes for a moment to calm herself. She managed to stand up again, and looked at Quatre, drugged and unconscious on the bed. She moved over to him and kneeled down alongside the bed. She was fighting tears, but surely enough they were leaking out of her eyes and spilling onto his body. Crying, she put her head on his bare chest and held him, stroking his hair. She lifted her head to gaze into his face.
"Aishiteru, Quatre Rababa Winner. I love you, I love you, I love yoooou.." she buried her head in the mattress and let out her tears while holding his hand to her face. Then, she heard him groan. She perked her head up and held his hand. "Quatre? Quatre, darling can you hear me?"
"Uhh.what, when, who.uhhhh." he groaned. He was obviously delusional.
"Quatre, it's me, Dorothy! Please, can you hear me? Answer me, talk to me, say something!"
"Uhh..who are you, what do you want with me, uhhh."
"Quatre, its Dorothy, please, talk to me." she pleaded.
He started screaming in pain, though his eyes would barely open. "STOP! Don't do that! I hate you get away!!"
She held his hand tighter, her worry growing more by the second. He looked feverish. He might have had a drug interaction with the things Sera used. Or he could be allergic to that tranquilizer, she thought. She knew he was allergic to many medications.
"Quatre, please calm down. The ambulance is coming. You'll be fine.
"Get back! Don't come any closer!!"
"Shhh, it's ok, I'm here. Just please, try to-,"
She had to release his hand and duck as the other one nearly hit her.
"I said get away! Stop hurting me!!" He tried to get up but fell back down. Dorothy watched him, crying. He's delirious; he doesn't mean what he's saying to you. She clutched her chest.
"Rashid! Please get an ambulance, Quatre's delirious!"
She moved toward him again. She looked at his arm where he was injected. It was very red and even more swollen. She held his hand again, but he wrenched it free. He flailed his arms around and screamed again. She tried to hold his hand again but this time he slapped her.
"Get away! Stop hurting me!!"
Dorothy was lying on the floor, one hand holding her chest, the other holding her face where he had slapped her. He doesn't know what he's doing. It's the drugs; it's the drugs. She didn't get up again. She knew if she tried to help him she'd only either hurt him or hurt herself. She just lied crying on the floor.
"I love you Quatre," she shouted at him while he screamed in pain.
She looked up to see the paramedics come in. They brought in a stretcher and started to put Quatre on it. One of them went to Dorothy.
"Miss, miss, are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine, just take care of him, he's delirious."
"Please, Miss, I'll help you up." He pulled Dorothy to her feet. He noticed that she had a mark on her face and was holding her chest. "Miss, are you alright?"
"Yes, I told you I'm fine. I just have a heart condition but it will soon be resolved, I'm getting a transplant. I got slapped when I was trying to calm him down, but he doesn't know what he's doing, he's been drugged. Now go help him!"
"Yes, miss."
Dorothy watched as they struggled to get him on the stretcher. Then she heard one of them say, "Give him a sedative."
"NO!" she screamed at them. "He's been drugged enough, and he might be having an allergic reaction. Don't give him that it could kill him!!!"
"Alright miss, alright."
"I'm coming in the ambulance with you."
"Uh, miss I think you should stay here. It would probably be safest for you here."
"Don't tell me what's safe for me. I don't give a damn about myself right now! I'm going with you to see that he's all right! Now don't just stand there, let's go!" She motioned and the paramedics rushed the stretcher toward the front door. Dorothy followed them, though she was panting and holding her chest. She ran, trying to keep up with them, and though her heart felt like it was going to quit on her, she didn't care. The only thing that mattered to her right now was Quatre. She was so scared about what could happen to him. For all she knew Sera could have given him drugs that would kill him. As they reached the front door, they dashed to the ambulance. Dorothy just about made it to the ambulance when she climbed up and they pulled off. She panted and tried to catch her breath. She looked over at Quatre, stilling screaming, trying to break free.
"Get away from me! Stop hurting me!"
In tears, Dorothy touched his face. He stopped flailing and trying to break free. Two of her tears fell on his forehead.
"I can't bear to see him like this," she looked at the paramedics, "Isn't there something you can do?!"
"We're keeping him stabilized until we get him to the hospital. He's very allergic to that tranquilizer that woman gave him. And it interacted with that batch of poison viagra she gave him."
Dorothy looked horrified. "Poison? They were poisoned?!"
"Apparently so."
"Oh my god." she looked at him, and he was still yelling in pain. "I should have checked on him sooner. If I went to look for him sooner, she never would have gotten to him."
"Now Miss, I don't think there was anything you could have done. From the description of her that I heard, and you saying you had a heart condition, then my guess would be she would have killed both of you. It's better you found him. If you didn't, then I'm sure he would have died."
Even the paramedic's words couldn't comfort Dorothy. She still felt like she didn't do enough. She still thought it was all her fault. She put her head between her legs, she was feeling dizzy and lightheaded.
"Miss, are you alright?"
"I'm just lightheaded, it's nothing to worry about. Focus on him, not me!" Though she did feel terrible, she didn't want any medical attention to herself. She wanted it all for Quatre. No sooner had she said this she found the ambulance coming to a stop. The back door opened and the workers rushed Quatre out of it. Meanwhile, Dorothy was still sitting in the ambulance. She slowly got out and walked into the emergency room. She was still panting and walked up to the receptionist.
"Where is Quatre Winner?"
"He's in the operating room right now."
"What are they doing to him?"
"Well he needs his stomach pumped, then they have to administer intervenes medication. So far he's still in there. The doctor will come out and notify you when he gets put in a room."
"Thank you," she breathed as she sat down next to a mother and boy. She put her head between her legs again and tried to catch her breath. She knew she had to get her heart rate steady and catch her breath. But she was just so worried about Quatre. If he died..no, she couldn't handle thinking about that. If he lived, but he had brain damage or something, would he even recognize her? She wiped away her teary eyes, closed them and tried to calm herself down. She couldn't help but overhear what the people next to her were saying.
"Mommy, is daddy going to be alright?"
"Yes sweetie, he's going to be fine. Don't you worry."
"I hope so." The little boy started to cry. The mother held him. Then he looked at Dorothy.
"Hey lady"
She looked at him and tried to smile. "Yes?"
"What's your name?"
Dorothy actually did smile. He was just so cute. "My name's Dorothy. What's your name?"
"My name is Taylor Johnson. What's your last name?"
"Catalonia."
"So you're Dorothy Catalonia, right?"
"Yes, that's right.." She felt very good. Well she really felt like she was going to pass out, but she felt happy that she could take this little boy's mind off his pain.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm waiting here because my boyfriend is in there."
"What happened to him?"
"Well, it's a long story, but what happened was a very mean woman drugged him, and he was allergic to the bad drugs she gave him. So he's in there to get the bad drugs out of his system."
"That's too bad, I hope he gets better."
"Thank you. Why are you here?"
"My daddy's in there, he was in a car crash."
"I'm sorry, I hope he gets better."
"Thanks Dorothy. "He sat on her lap. "Can I call you Dorothy?"
She smiled. "Of course you can call me Dorothy." The good thing was, talking to this little boy helped her to calm down. Her heart wasn't racing anymore and she wasn't out of breath. She looked across at his mother, who gave a smile and mouthed 'thank you' to her. She mouthed back 'your welcome'.
"Hey, how old are you?"
She laughed. "I'm 20. How old are you?"
"I'm 6, almost 7. Then I'll be a big boy."
"Oh yes, you'll be a very big boy."
"I'm gonna go over there and play with those toys, ok mommy?"
"Sure, sweetie." she said. Once the boy had run across the room, the mother turned to Dorothy. "Thank you for talking to Taylor, I hope he didn't bother you."
"Oh not at all ma'am. In fact I should thank him, he helped take my mind off lots of things."
"I couldn't help hearing what you told him, and I know you must have censored something. Thank you for making it appropriate for him. But what did happen?"
"Well, my boyfriend's ex-fiancé came to our house, and he met with her, and she punched him in the nose to put him off guard and injected him with a very strong tranquilizer. And you see, he was allergic to it." she decided to stop there, feeling it wasn't right to tell her the rest.
"Oh I'm so sorry dear. Say no more. My husband was in a car accident. He was drunk again. He's lucky he only hit a tree and not a person."
"Oh I'm sorry."
"It's alright. I just hope he'll be ok. And all the best to your boyfriend as well. Oh, excuse me, I have to go now." She got up as her doctor came out of the room. She looked devastated as she heard what the doctor said. She got her little boy and they walked with the doctor. All Dorothy could hear was something about 'a very serious condition.'
"I'll pray for you," she whispered to herself.
"Miss Catalonia?"
She looked up to see her heart specialist.
"Oh hello."
"Why are you here?"
"My boyfriend is in there."
"Oh really? I'm sorry to hear that. But while you're here, I think you should stay overnight. Your heart transplant is set to arrive tomorrow. And unless someone else direly needs it, it'll go to you. I hope not though Dorothy. Confidentially speaking, I think you should know that you have a rare tissue type that has to match up with your exact blood type. So I hope you can get this one, it might be awhile if someone else needs it." He looked her over. "God, you look terrible. I'll have to insist you stay the night. Would you like me to take you to a room?"
She shook her head, "No, not until I can see Quatre."
"Quatre? That's your boyfriend? The drug victim?"
She looked at him suspiciously "Yes, that's him." she instantly grew terrified. "Why, what happened? Is he ok?"
"Well," he looked a little guilty. "I'm not sure. Last I heard he was pretty bad. But don't worry; I'm sure he'll be just fine. Well I have to go now, I've got another patient right now, so I'll see you later." "Th-thank you." She stuttered as he walked away. She wanted to shut out what he said, but he had filled her with doubt. What if Quatre wasn't going to be alright? She couldn't bear to think of it. She was spacing out when she heard someone call her.
"Miss Catalonia?"
She rushed up to him. "Yes, I'm here. How's Quatre? Is he ok? What happened to him?"
"Calm down Miss Catalonia, I'll answer your questions one at a time. Quatre had a very serious allergic reaction to the tranquillizer he was given. Then, the overdose of viagra he was given was tainted with toxin, and things look pretty serious. I'm sorry to say that he's in a coma right now."
She felt her heart stop beating, yet she still uttered "Coma?"
"Yes. He's on life support right now."
"Bu-but, when will he wake up?"
He sighed. "I'm sorry, but with a coma, you can never tell. Maybe tomorrow, maybe in a few years, maybe never. I'm surprised that he's alive at all. If you hadn't brought him here when you did, I think he'd be dead by now. Those drugs really had a bad effect on him."
Dorothy felt like bursting into tears, but somehow she couldn't cry, her pain was beyond tears. "C-can I see him?"
"Yes, follow me."
Dorothy walked what had to be the longest walk of her life. She felt all the feeling in her legs leave her, yet she kept walking. She followed the doctor into the intensive care unit. Then she heard him speak.
"This is the room. Since Mr. Winner is a co-owner of this hospital, we gave him his own room."
Dorothy looked in the door at the man lying on the bed, hooked up to the machine. He was so pale, and he was never dark to begin with. Her hand shaking, she put it on the doorknob.
"I'll be staying in this room with him tonight. I've been asked to stay overnight by Doctor Hertanock. I trust you will let me."
He hesitated, but the doctor nodded. "Alright, you can stay in here with him, but only for tonight."
"I will stay with him until he gets out of here." She said without looking at him. She opened and closed the door very swiftly. The doctor shook his head and left.
For a moment, she just stood there, silent. The only sound in the room was his heart monitor. She just stood there, staring. This was Quatre, the person in a coma on life support. This was Quatre, her once strong and valiant man, reduced to this. Why can't it be me on the bed instead of him? I'm going to die anyway. She swallowed hard and cautiously approached his bed. Her breath caught, and she pulled a chair up and sat down. She touched his face, and instantly she started to cry.
"Don't worry, Quatre," she sobbed, "I'll take care of you. I'll do all I can, I'm right here." she took his hand. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't be here, I should have checked on you sooner, then this wouldn't have happened. It's my fault, I'm so sorry." She could have sworn she felt his hand squeeze back on her's.
"Quatre? Can you hear me? Oh Quatre, I love you: I love you so much. You can't die. Please wake up. Oh Quatre, you have to wake up. They might give me that heart transplant. That means I'll be a little better if they do. I don't want you to be here, you don't deserve this." She brushed some of his platinum gold hair out of his closed eyes. "I'm going to stay with you. I'll stay as long as it takes for you to wake up. Oh please wake up." she sighed. "I'm going to sleep right here in this chair. I'm not leaving, they can't make me." she had a sad smile on. "Remember, you..always told me that I had such spunk that no one could order me around.."
She snuggled up in the chair, still holding his hand, and drifted off to sleep.
"I won't leave you."
Author's Note: I got the idea of Sera raping Quatre because she wanted a baby from my soap opera As the World Turns, from when Julia came back to rape Jack because she wanted a baby, while Carly was at the death spa place. I realized this after I wrote it, but I still wanted to give credit to the show's writers, (who won the daytime emmy for best writing, yay! Though the show should have won more, oh well) I'd also like to give credit to the actors who portrayed Julia and Jack because they made event stick out with their portrayal, so they deserve credit too
Author's Notes: To those who reviewed this story(coughs, Quintia, that's about it, coughs) I extend by boundless gratitude. I don't know if people like this story, but I'll keep posting it because it's my really big story, so I'll update it even if only one person reviews it, it's enough for me. Again, to Quintia, this is for you. To everyone else, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!! I really appreciate any and all feedback.
Love will not Die
Part IV
By, Silver Fox
Sera stalked around the face down fallen body of Quatre. She looked very pleased with herself, like a lioness that had caught her prey. Quickly thinking, she lifted his head up, pulled out a rag from her purse and wiped the bloody nose she had given him from his face, and on the floor. Next, with great difficulty, she hoisted up his body on her shoulders and dragged him off to a hidden room. A room in the mansion that even Quatre himself didn't know about. She snickered to herself as she dragged his unconscious body.
"Heh heh heh, I've got you now, Quatre. Yes sir, I got ya this time, heh heh. You thought ending our engagement would put me out of the picture, well you were wrong, Mr. Winner. I may not get my rich husband and wonderful life that you stole.or maybe I can, some way or another, you bet I will." She touched a panel, and it opened to reveal another hallway. The door closed behind her. The hallway was dark and dank and reeked mold and mildew. There were many doors along the corridor. But Sera knew which one she wanted. She opened the third door on the left to enter a nicely furnished room with pullout bed in a couch. Sera heaved him up off of her shoulders and laid him down on the bed. She scrounged for her purse again. Besides the discarded needle she injected him with already, she found what she was looking for. She took out some pills, threw her bag aside, and went on the bed on top of him. She lifted his head up and shoved the pills down his throat. Again, she laughed to herself.
"Well, I think that should do that trick. I mean I know he'll be unconscious but I did give him enough viagra to make a dead man walk. But just in case," She found some old rope and tied him up with the rope. She started to slip off her dress. "I will get what I want."
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Dorothy had already gotten dressed and was waiting for Quatre to return. She sat on her bed; she had eaten her food and was waiting for him now. She assumed it was a business call to see him, since that's what it usually was. She put her knee length blonde hair in a low bun, and for the first time in awhile, she looked decent, at least she thought so. Just then the phone rang. Dorothy let it ring twice, and since no one got it, she picked it up herself.
"Hello?"
It was the doctor on the other line. He was giving her some information. Dorothy's eyes widened when she heard it.
"Are you sure?" she asked nervously.
The doctor was sure. She took down everything he said with a pen. Then she hung up. She decided now she had to find Quatre. She wanted to talk to him. She got up from her chair, swaying a little, and made her way to the door. She walked down the long hallways calling out.
"Quatre? Quatre, where are you?"
She received no answer, so she called out for someone else. "Rashid!"
Instantly the tall man was at her side.
"Yes Miss Dorothy?"
"Have you seen Quatre? The doctor called me and told me they think they found me a heart transplant." Dorothy said this, but seemed somewhat troubled.
"That's wonderful Miss Dorothy! Well I led Master Quatre out to the front lobby to meet the woman who was here."
Dorothy stopped dead in her tracks. "A woman? A woman came to see him? Well, did she look like she was from his company?"
"Well I guess she could have been. I really couldn't tell though. She was dressed somewhat properly."
"I see."Dorothy trailed off. She started walking again to the front lobby. But when she got there, it was empty. No one was there. She was instantly filled with fear. "Quatre?" she called yet again. No answer. "RASHID!"
He came running. "What's wrong Miss Dorothy?"
"Quatre's not here! He wouldn't leave without telling me, what if something happened? What if that woman took him, what if she had a gun?! Oh god, no." Dorothy sat down as she clenched her chest. "Oh geez, my heart can't take this."
Rashid was rubbing her shoulders trying to calm her down. "Please Miss Dorothy, you must calm down. You can't get worked up like this, you have a weak heart and you can't risk your health."
She sighed. "Alright, I'll calm down. But where is he? I know he would have told me if he had to leave. Something happened, I know it. I just know it. I feel it in my gut. I-," she stopped as she saw something on the floor. "What the." she got down on the floor and wiped something up with her finger. She gasped. "Blood?! Oh my God, oh my god, I knew something happened. QUATRE!!! Where the hell are you?" she started running through the hallways screaming. "QUATRE! QUATRE!" She felt so lightheaded that she had to rest. She leaned back against the wall. Suddenly, she fell through the door that opened behind her. She tumbled backwards into a dank corridor with many doors. She brushed herself off and stood up. Then she noticed the weapons lining the wall. She decided to take the foil, since she was a master fencer, and she could use it if necessary. Both hands grasping the rapier, she started down the hallway. When she got to the first door, she flung it open..but there was nothing but a stonewall behind it. She went across the corridor to the next door, but it was only stonewall as well.
"What is this, why would they do.." Then, she thought of something. Perhaps all these fake doors were meant to hide the real room among them, to discourage people from finding it. Well, she certainly wasn't going to leave here without searching everything. Suddenly, she heard a muffled voice
"Hehehe, Oh yes, yes yes yes!!"
"Huh? Who the hell is that?" It sounded someone like laughing and saying oh yes, but she couldn't be sure. All she could tell was it was a female voice. She crept down the hallway to where she thought the voice was coming from. She found the door. She slowly turned the knob, but the door was locked. She put her eat against the door to listen. She thought she heard someone moaning. "What the."she whispered. She took her rapier and started picking the lock. Once the lock clicked, she kicked the door open. Her jaw dropped at what she saw. It was her cousin Sera and Quatre lying on a pullout bed. They were both totally naked under the covers.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" Dorothy shrieked. Sera looked up from on top of him. She got off the bed and wrapped a sheet around herself. It was then Dorothy noticed that Quatre was unconscious, and his arms were loosely tied up. She raised her rapier toward Sera as she approached Quatre. "Stay back, don't move, or I'll run this through your non-existent heart."
"Easy Dorothy," Sera looked obviously disturbed that she had a sword.
"Shut up!" Dorothy moved quickly toward Quatre. "Quatre, Quatre!" She tried to shake him awake. "Quatre! Oh god." she found the red swollen mark where Sera had injected him with the needle. "What the hell did you do to him, you bitch?!"
Sera had now gotten her clothes back on and stood looking very pleased with herself. "I gave a tranquilizer that would knock out an elephant. That's the red mark. Then I gave him enough viagra to make a dead man walk." She smirked. "Now I'm sure I have what I want."
"Y-y-you didn't.."
"Oh but I did. And he was pretty good in bed despite the fact he was unconscious."
Dorothy gripped her rapier so hard her knuckles started to turn white. "How dare you." she said quietly. Then she lifted her head to face her. "HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO HIM!! I LOVE HIM! MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THE WORLD, AND YOU RAPED HIM!!!"
Sera nodded. "Yes, I did. But it was only to get what I wanted. I'm sure he told you about how he broke our engagement because he found out I only wanted his money. Well, he deprived me of my dream life being rich. So now," She put her hand on her abdomen, "I have an heir to the Winner Corporation. And henceforth, if Quatre happens to die, then my heir will take over, and I'll get the life I wanted."
Dorothy shoved her rapier toward Sera's neck, but stopped just before the point touched it. Tears were streaming out of her eyes. "I wouldn't count on that if I were you. You see, your plan has more that a few flaws. Number 1: You might not even be pregnant. And Number 2: Even if you are pregnant you're not having that baby if you have a miscarriage. And I'd be more that happy to give you one. Or would you like me to kill you now?
Sera looked completely unfazed. "Go ahead Dorothy, kill me. Go right ahead. And then," she started moving around her, "when they find my dead body, and you with the bloody rapier, who do you think they'll convict? You. Yes my friend, kill me and you'll be straight off to jail. And then I don't think they'll care whether or not you get that heart transplant of yours. After all, criminals are last on the list to get heart transplants, are they not? So, Dorothy," she stopped right in front of her, "make your choice."
Dorothy held the rapier up to her neck. She was fighting the urge to jam it through her neck. But, she knew she shouldn't. She sighed, but didn't bring her rapier down.
"Rashid!" she yelled without taking her eyes off of Sera. Rashid, who had been looking for Dorothy for a while, soon found his way to where they were.
"Miss Dorothy, what happened, I was looking everywhere and .oh dear lord, Master Quatre!" He ran to the unconscious man on the bed. Quatre had always been like a son to him. "Miss Dorothy, what-,"
"Rashid, please restrain this woman." She had to use every ounce of control in her body to not scream or stab her. "Call the police and tell them this woman has committed rape. She drugged Quatre and proceeded with the act. I witnessed part of it if the police want a witness." She was staring down at the floor all the while she was talking. "In her purse you should find the needle and viagra case she used. Please call the police and see that she doesn't get away. Call an ambulance for Quatre." Rashid restrained her and nodded. As he was turning out the door, Dorothy called out another thing.
"And see that she has a pregnancy test."
"Yes, ma'am."
"You can't keep me in jail Dorothy," Sera growled, "sooner or later they'll let me out and I'll come back. I'll be back for you!" Rashid put his hand on her neck, and using a pressure point, she passed out. He carried her out to go call the police. Dorothy let her rapier fall clashing to the floor. Then, she went falling to the floor with it. She clutched her chest as she rapidly breathed in and out. She shut her eyes for a moment to calm herself. She managed to stand up again, and looked at Quatre, drugged and unconscious on the bed. She moved over to him and kneeled down alongside the bed. She was fighting tears, but surely enough they were leaking out of her eyes and spilling onto his body. Crying, she put her head on his bare chest and held him, stroking his hair. She lifted her head to gaze into his face.
"Aishiteru, Quatre Rababa Winner. I love you, I love you, I love yoooou.." she buried her head in the mattress and let out her tears while holding his hand to her face. Then, she heard him groan. She perked her head up and held his hand. "Quatre? Quatre, darling can you hear me?"
"Uhh.what, when, who.uhhhh." he groaned. He was obviously delusional.
"Quatre, it's me, Dorothy! Please, can you hear me? Answer me, talk to me, say something!"
"Uhh..who are you, what do you want with me, uhhh."
"Quatre, its Dorothy, please, talk to me." she pleaded.
He started screaming in pain, though his eyes would barely open. "STOP! Don't do that! I hate you get away!!"
She held his hand tighter, her worry growing more by the second. He looked feverish. He might have had a drug interaction with the things Sera used. Or he could be allergic to that tranquilizer, she thought. She knew he was allergic to many medications.
"Quatre, please calm down. The ambulance is coming. You'll be fine.
"Get back! Don't come any closer!!"
"Shhh, it's ok, I'm here. Just please, try to-,"
She had to release his hand and duck as the other one nearly hit her.
"I said get away! Stop hurting me!!" He tried to get up but fell back down. Dorothy watched him, crying. He's delirious; he doesn't mean what he's saying to you. She clutched her chest.
"Rashid! Please get an ambulance, Quatre's delirious!"
She moved toward him again. She looked at his arm where he was injected. It was very red and even more swollen. She held his hand again, but he wrenched it free. He flailed his arms around and screamed again. She tried to hold his hand again but this time he slapped her.
"Get away! Stop hurting me!!"
Dorothy was lying on the floor, one hand holding her chest, the other holding her face where he had slapped her. He doesn't know what he's doing. It's the drugs; it's the drugs. She didn't get up again. She knew if she tried to help him she'd only either hurt him or hurt herself. She just lied crying on the floor.
"I love you Quatre," she shouted at him while he screamed in pain.
She looked up to see the paramedics come in. They brought in a stretcher and started to put Quatre on it. One of them went to Dorothy.
"Miss, miss, are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine, just take care of him, he's delirious."
"Please, Miss, I'll help you up." He pulled Dorothy to her feet. He noticed that she had a mark on her face and was holding her chest. "Miss, are you alright?"
"Yes, I told you I'm fine. I just have a heart condition but it will soon be resolved, I'm getting a transplant. I got slapped when I was trying to calm him down, but he doesn't know what he's doing, he's been drugged. Now go help him!"
"Yes, miss."
Dorothy watched as they struggled to get him on the stretcher. Then she heard one of them say, "Give him a sedative."
"NO!" she screamed at them. "He's been drugged enough, and he might be having an allergic reaction. Don't give him that it could kill him!!!"
"Alright miss, alright."
"I'm coming in the ambulance with you."
"Uh, miss I think you should stay here. It would probably be safest for you here."
"Don't tell me what's safe for me. I don't give a damn about myself right now! I'm going with you to see that he's all right! Now don't just stand there, let's go!" She motioned and the paramedics rushed the stretcher toward the front door. Dorothy followed them, though she was panting and holding her chest. She ran, trying to keep up with them, and though her heart felt like it was going to quit on her, she didn't care. The only thing that mattered to her right now was Quatre. She was so scared about what could happen to him. For all she knew Sera could have given him drugs that would kill him. As they reached the front door, they dashed to the ambulance. Dorothy just about made it to the ambulance when she climbed up and they pulled off. She panted and tried to catch her breath. She looked over at Quatre, stilling screaming, trying to break free.
"Get away from me! Stop hurting me!"
In tears, Dorothy touched his face. He stopped flailing and trying to break free. Two of her tears fell on his forehead.
"I can't bear to see him like this," she looked at the paramedics, "Isn't there something you can do?!"
"We're keeping him stabilized until we get him to the hospital. He's very allergic to that tranquilizer that woman gave him. And it interacted with that batch of poison viagra she gave him."
Dorothy looked horrified. "Poison? They were poisoned?!"
"Apparently so."
"Oh my god." she looked at him, and he was still yelling in pain. "I should have checked on him sooner. If I went to look for him sooner, she never would have gotten to him."
"Now Miss, I don't think there was anything you could have done. From the description of her that I heard, and you saying you had a heart condition, then my guess would be she would have killed both of you. It's better you found him. If you didn't, then I'm sure he would have died."
Even the paramedic's words couldn't comfort Dorothy. She still felt like she didn't do enough. She still thought it was all her fault. She put her head between her legs, she was feeling dizzy and lightheaded.
"Miss, are you alright?"
"I'm just lightheaded, it's nothing to worry about. Focus on him, not me!" Though she did feel terrible, she didn't want any medical attention to herself. She wanted it all for Quatre. No sooner had she said this she found the ambulance coming to a stop. The back door opened and the workers rushed Quatre out of it. Meanwhile, Dorothy was still sitting in the ambulance. She slowly got out and walked into the emergency room. She was still panting and walked up to the receptionist.
"Where is Quatre Winner?"
"He's in the operating room right now."
"What are they doing to him?"
"Well he needs his stomach pumped, then they have to administer intervenes medication. So far he's still in there. The doctor will come out and notify you when he gets put in a room."
"Thank you," she breathed as she sat down next to a mother and boy. She put her head between her legs again and tried to catch her breath. She knew she had to get her heart rate steady and catch her breath. But she was just so worried about Quatre. If he died..no, she couldn't handle thinking about that. If he lived, but he had brain damage or something, would he even recognize her? She wiped away her teary eyes, closed them and tried to calm herself down. She couldn't help but overhear what the people next to her were saying.
"Mommy, is daddy going to be alright?"
"Yes sweetie, he's going to be fine. Don't you worry."
"I hope so." The little boy started to cry. The mother held him. Then he looked at Dorothy.
"Hey lady"
She looked at him and tried to smile. "Yes?"
"What's your name?"
Dorothy actually did smile. He was just so cute. "My name's Dorothy. What's your name?"
"My name is Taylor Johnson. What's your last name?"
"Catalonia."
"So you're Dorothy Catalonia, right?"
"Yes, that's right.." She felt very good. Well she really felt like she was going to pass out, but she felt happy that she could take this little boy's mind off his pain.
"Why are you here?"
"I'm waiting here because my boyfriend is in there."
"What happened to him?"
"Well, it's a long story, but what happened was a very mean woman drugged him, and he was allergic to the bad drugs she gave him. So he's in there to get the bad drugs out of his system."
"That's too bad, I hope he gets better."
"Thank you. Why are you here?"
"My daddy's in there, he was in a car crash."
"I'm sorry, I hope he gets better."
"Thanks Dorothy. "He sat on her lap. "Can I call you Dorothy?"
She smiled. "Of course you can call me Dorothy." The good thing was, talking to this little boy helped her to calm down. Her heart wasn't racing anymore and she wasn't out of breath. She looked across at his mother, who gave a smile and mouthed 'thank you' to her. She mouthed back 'your welcome'.
"Hey, how old are you?"
She laughed. "I'm 20. How old are you?"
"I'm 6, almost 7. Then I'll be a big boy."
"Oh yes, you'll be a very big boy."
"I'm gonna go over there and play with those toys, ok mommy?"
"Sure, sweetie." she said. Once the boy had run across the room, the mother turned to Dorothy. "Thank you for talking to Taylor, I hope he didn't bother you."
"Oh not at all ma'am. In fact I should thank him, he helped take my mind off lots of things."
"I couldn't help hearing what you told him, and I know you must have censored something. Thank you for making it appropriate for him. But what did happen?"
"Well, my boyfriend's ex-fiancé came to our house, and he met with her, and she punched him in the nose to put him off guard and injected him with a very strong tranquilizer. And you see, he was allergic to it." she decided to stop there, feeling it wasn't right to tell her the rest.
"Oh I'm so sorry dear. Say no more. My husband was in a car accident. He was drunk again. He's lucky he only hit a tree and not a person."
"Oh I'm sorry."
"It's alright. I just hope he'll be ok. And all the best to your boyfriend as well. Oh, excuse me, I have to go now." She got up as her doctor came out of the room. She looked devastated as she heard what the doctor said. She got her little boy and they walked with the doctor. All Dorothy could hear was something about 'a very serious condition.'
"I'll pray for you," she whispered to herself.
"Miss Catalonia?"
She looked up to see her heart specialist.
"Oh hello."
"Why are you here?"
"My boyfriend is in there."
"Oh really? I'm sorry to hear that. But while you're here, I think you should stay overnight. Your heart transplant is set to arrive tomorrow. And unless someone else direly needs it, it'll go to you. I hope not though Dorothy. Confidentially speaking, I think you should know that you have a rare tissue type that has to match up with your exact blood type. So I hope you can get this one, it might be awhile if someone else needs it." He looked her over. "God, you look terrible. I'll have to insist you stay the night. Would you like me to take you to a room?"
She shook her head, "No, not until I can see Quatre."
"Quatre? That's your boyfriend? The drug victim?"
She looked at him suspiciously "Yes, that's him." she instantly grew terrified. "Why, what happened? Is he ok?"
"Well," he looked a little guilty. "I'm not sure. Last I heard he was pretty bad. But don't worry; I'm sure he'll be just fine. Well I have to go now, I've got another patient right now, so I'll see you later." "Th-thank you." She stuttered as he walked away. She wanted to shut out what he said, but he had filled her with doubt. What if Quatre wasn't going to be alright? She couldn't bear to think of it. She was spacing out when she heard someone call her.
"Miss Catalonia?"
She rushed up to him. "Yes, I'm here. How's Quatre? Is he ok? What happened to him?"
"Calm down Miss Catalonia, I'll answer your questions one at a time. Quatre had a very serious allergic reaction to the tranquillizer he was given. Then, the overdose of viagra he was given was tainted with toxin, and things look pretty serious. I'm sorry to say that he's in a coma right now."
She felt her heart stop beating, yet she still uttered "Coma?"
"Yes. He's on life support right now."
"Bu-but, when will he wake up?"
He sighed. "I'm sorry, but with a coma, you can never tell. Maybe tomorrow, maybe in a few years, maybe never. I'm surprised that he's alive at all. If you hadn't brought him here when you did, I think he'd be dead by now. Those drugs really had a bad effect on him."
Dorothy felt like bursting into tears, but somehow she couldn't cry, her pain was beyond tears. "C-can I see him?"
"Yes, follow me."
Dorothy walked what had to be the longest walk of her life. She felt all the feeling in her legs leave her, yet she kept walking. She followed the doctor into the intensive care unit. Then she heard him speak.
"This is the room. Since Mr. Winner is a co-owner of this hospital, we gave him his own room."
Dorothy looked in the door at the man lying on the bed, hooked up to the machine. He was so pale, and he was never dark to begin with. Her hand shaking, she put it on the doorknob.
"I'll be staying in this room with him tonight. I've been asked to stay overnight by Doctor Hertanock. I trust you will let me."
He hesitated, but the doctor nodded. "Alright, you can stay in here with him, but only for tonight."
"I will stay with him until he gets out of here." She said without looking at him. She opened and closed the door very swiftly. The doctor shook his head and left.
For a moment, she just stood there, silent. The only sound in the room was his heart monitor. She just stood there, staring. This was Quatre, the person in a coma on life support. This was Quatre, her once strong and valiant man, reduced to this. Why can't it be me on the bed instead of him? I'm going to die anyway. She swallowed hard and cautiously approached his bed. Her breath caught, and she pulled a chair up and sat down. She touched his face, and instantly she started to cry.
"Don't worry, Quatre," she sobbed, "I'll take care of you. I'll do all I can, I'm right here." she took his hand. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't be here, I should have checked on you sooner, then this wouldn't have happened. It's my fault, I'm so sorry." She could have sworn she felt his hand squeeze back on her's.
"Quatre? Can you hear me? Oh Quatre, I love you: I love you so much. You can't die. Please wake up. Oh Quatre, you have to wake up. They might give me that heart transplant. That means I'll be a little better if they do. I don't want you to be here, you don't deserve this." She brushed some of his platinum gold hair out of his closed eyes. "I'm going to stay with you. I'll stay as long as it takes for you to wake up. Oh please wake up." she sighed. "I'm going to sleep right here in this chair. I'm not leaving, they can't make me." she had a sad smile on. "Remember, you..always told me that I had such spunk that no one could order me around.."
She snuggled up in the chair, still holding his hand, and drifted off to sleep.
"I won't leave you."
Author's Note: I got the idea of Sera raping Quatre because she wanted a baby from my soap opera As the World Turns, from when Julia came back to rape Jack because she wanted a baby, while Carly was at the death spa place. I realized this after I wrote it, but I still wanted to give credit to the show's writers, (who won the daytime emmy for best writing, yay! Though the show should have won more, oh well) I'd also like to give credit to the actors who portrayed Julia and Jack because they made event stick out with their portrayal, so they deserve credit too