Two chapters in one night, yay me! Hope you enjoy! Please review.
Disclaimer: I own the doctor, that's it. Oh, and a box of stale crackers and some flat soda.
In the Ballroom
They arrived in his throne room, Jareth already calling for his goblins to fetch a doctor. He surveyed the chaos, and then transported Sarah someplace off-limits to the goblins and definitely quieter…his bedroom.
He laid her on the bed, and then conjured some cool water and a cloth and began cleaning the gash on her head. She had not woken up yet, hadn't made any noise, any sign that she was alive, except for her shallow breathing. Jareth was worried, far more worried than he wanted to admit and tried to remain calm. Unfortunately, he knew his shaking hands would betray him.
"Where in the underground is that doctor? Do I have to go get him myself?"
"That won't be necessary, Jareth. I've made it here many a time without any assistance. The doctor walked into the room. He was a short, wizened man with white hair, and glasses through which clear blue eyes blinked owlishly. He held a large staff in one hand and a tiny black bag in the other. "Now why was I summoned from my house in the middle of the night?"
"I have a young woman who needs your help. Jareth pointed at Sarah. "Can you help her?" The doctor walked over to Sarah, taking her pulse.
"Well, she's still alive, that's good. Her pulse is slower than it should be, but it's not too much to worry about. What happened to her?" He looked at Jareth questioningly, it had not escaped his notice that this young woman was in the Goblin King's private chambers, lying in his bed.
"She was attacked, that's all you need to know." Jareth resumed his icy, indifferent Goblin King pose.
"Hmm. Well, she has some bruising around her eye and cheek. I think the worst damage is this wound to her head. How long has she been unconscious?"
"About a quarter of an hour. Is she going to be alright?"
"Well, I'm not sure. It's possible that with the trauma she has undergone, her body is merely to recover as fast as possible by slipping into a sleep-like state. She has no fever, which is good. I'll watch her tonight and hopefully she will wake in the morning."
Jareth threw a rather expensive-looking vase to the floor.
"That's all you can tell me? You're not sure, it's possible, maybe, hopefully she'll wake up? Fix her!" He was pacing the room very quickly, clenching his fists to keep from throttling the good doctor.
"What do you want me to say? She's a mortal, Jareth! Oberon only knows that they are the most unpredictable of creatures. Now calm down, I will not have you upsetting her!"
With Herculean effort, Jareth fought his rage under control. He didn't stop pacing though. The doctor took pity on him.
"What I can tell you this. I can sense that she is a fighter and will not give up so easily. That and, well…"
"What? What is it?"
"She has power, Jareth. I can feel it. It's coiled deep inside her, but it is there. Now, I have to get a few supplies, I'll be back in a few minutes." Jareth watched the old man walk out of the room and then walked over to where Sarah lay.
Oh no! Will Sarah live? Who is that doctor ? Will our heroes ever confess their undying love for one another? When will John finally get what he deserves? Who is the father of Jareth's baby? Um, forget that last one.
Remember to review or the goblins will come take you away!
~Raissa
Disclaimer: I own the doctor, that's it. Oh, and a box of stale crackers and some flat soda.
In the Ballroom
They arrived in his throne room, Jareth already calling for his goblins to fetch a doctor. He surveyed the chaos, and then transported Sarah someplace off-limits to the goblins and definitely quieter…his bedroom.
He laid her on the bed, and then conjured some cool water and a cloth and began cleaning the gash on her head. She had not woken up yet, hadn't made any noise, any sign that she was alive, except for her shallow breathing. Jareth was worried, far more worried than he wanted to admit and tried to remain calm. Unfortunately, he knew his shaking hands would betray him.
"Where in the underground is that doctor? Do I have to go get him myself?"
"That won't be necessary, Jareth. I've made it here many a time without any assistance. The doctor walked into the room. He was a short, wizened man with white hair, and glasses through which clear blue eyes blinked owlishly. He held a large staff in one hand and a tiny black bag in the other. "Now why was I summoned from my house in the middle of the night?"
"I have a young woman who needs your help. Jareth pointed at Sarah. "Can you help her?" The doctor walked over to Sarah, taking her pulse.
"Well, she's still alive, that's good. Her pulse is slower than it should be, but it's not too much to worry about. What happened to her?" He looked at Jareth questioningly, it had not escaped his notice that this young woman was in the Goblin King's private chambers, lying in his bed.
"She was attacked, that's all you need to know." Jareth resumed his icy, indifferent Goblin King pose.
"Hmm. Well, she has some bruising around her eye and cheek. I think the worst damage is this wound to her head. How long has she been unconscious?"
"About a quarter of an hour. Is she going to be alright?"
"Well, I'm not sure. It's possible that with the trauma she has undergone, her body is merely to recover as fast as possible by slipping into a sleep-like state. She has no fever, which is good. I'll watch her tonight and hopefully she will wake in the morning."
Jareth threw a rather expensive-looking vase to the floor.
"That's all you can tell me? You're not sure, it's possible, maybe, hopefully she'll wake up? Fix her!" He was pacing the room very quickly, clenching his fists to keep from throttling the good doctor.
"What do you want me to say? She's a mortal, Jareth! Oberon only knows that they are the most unpredictable of creatures. Now calm down, I will not have you upsetting her!"
With Herculean effort, Jareth fought his rage under control. He didn't stop pacing though. The doctor took pity on him.
"What I can tell you this. I can sense that she is a fighter and will not give up so easily. That and, well…"
"What? What is it?"
"She has power, Jareth. I can feel it. It's coiled deep inside her, but it is there. Now, I have to get a few supplies, I'll be back in a few minutes." Jareth watched the old man walk out of the room and then walked over to where Sarah lay.
Oh no! Will Sarah live? Who is that doctor ? Will our heroes ever confess their undying love for one another? When will John finally get what he deserves? Who is the father of Jareth's baby? Um, forget that last one.
Remember to review or the goblins will come take you away!
~Raissa