When an Angel Falls
Chapter 1: Hospital
"There, there dear, just lay back down." A worried mother wiped a wet cloth
across her daughter's face. She looked back up at the monitor and all her
hope and faith fluttered around in her stomach. 110 degrees, that's how
high the little girl's temperature was. "Mommy's going to be right back,
just sit here and wait." She got up and walked to the nurse's station. "Is
she going to make it?" Linda asked the nurse. "I'm not going to lie, but
every so often we get a fever as bad as this, and not once have I seen
those kids pull through." The nurse hated her job, she hated sitting there
telling parents that their children were about to die, tell spouses they
had to lie in bed alone, tell children their mommies or daddies have gone
up to heaven. "Is there any possible way to help her?" the mother was not
going to just give up on her child. "Pray." Was the only thing the nurse
said as she was called to a different room to give an old man his medicine.
Linda felt alone in the hallway leading to her daughter's room. She looked
at her sleeping, then her stomach lurched and she ran to the bathroom. She
flushed the toilet, walked out of the stall, and splashed cold water on her
face. She was shocked when she looked up at the mirror. Her face was white,
her eyes had a glazed, and her dark hair was filled with gray. She looked
43 instead of only 33. She was struck with the thought that her daughter
would never look in the mirror at the age of 33. She sank to her knees and
cried, "Please God, don't take my little girl, if you must, take me, trade
me for her." She put her head in her hands and wept.
"Dammit!" cursed Yusuke Urameshi. "What?" snapped his friend Hiei. "That, I
hate it when they do that; it just makes my job harder." He said and
pointed down to the weeping Linda. Hiei just looked down and said "Hn."
Both looked like young teenagers, except for their huge feathered wings.
But, none the less, they still stood in the middle of the hallway looking
in on a sleeping child. Don't worry, no one can see them. "I'll handle this
one." Says Yusuke as he enters the room. Hiei turns and walks away. Both,
are not you typical stereotype angel, in no ways are they perfect, when
Yusuke was alive he was quite the troubled child, and Hiei never blinked an
eye when slicing someone's throat.
This explains why they make great Carrier Angels, meaning they escort souls
into heaven. Yusuke is compassionate, he feels for others but most of the
time is only worried about himself. He is arrogant and headstrong, with
black hair, which he has in a permanent slicked-back look, and of course
the brown eyes. Hiei cares for no one, his past is filled with hate and
anger, the only ones that have ever been allowed inside the hard-rock
interior are, his twin sister Yukina, and on a friendlier level, Yusuke.
His gravity-defying hair is black with a white star. In the middle of his
forehead lies a Jagan covered by a white bandana. Hiei refuses to wear a
white robe and is constantly clothed in black, whereas Yusuke in green.
Yusuke sat down in the chair next to the girl's bed. She stirs right when
her mother walks in. "Look, mommy an angel." She says when she sees Yusuke.
Yusuke reaches down and picks her up; gently he walks out of the room. She
turns to look back and can see her mother holding what used to be her and
sobbing. "I love you mommy." The little girl calls and she is taken away.
Hiei wandered around the hospital waiting for his next job. He looked
around the hospital; in almost every room he saw a familiar face. Those
just like him, sent down to earth to help the poor, pathetic lost souls.
That's when he found his next job. He entered the room and watched the
doctors run around the room trying to save the man who was obviously gone.
He turned to the soul next to him and asked, "Would you like to watch?" the
soul looked at him and shook his head, "I've seen enough." And Hiei led him
away.
Kurama looked down at the body he had failed to save. He sighed and washed
his hands and face. Another one, another family he would have to break. He
walked into the waiting room, "Mrs. Salmon?" he asked. The small woman
about 47 stood holding onto her 17 year-old daughter. Her oldest son was
with his wife trying to help her along. They both rose and followed him
into a smaller, private room. "How is he?" asked the girl. "I'm so sorry."
Was all he could force out. Mrs. Salmon looked shocked, then a sound
between a sob and a choke erupted in her throat, then as if that sound were
some sort of signal they all held on tight to another and cried.
Kurama left the room shaking. He had to get out, out of the hospital, out
of his death covered uniform. He ran to the locker room, changed then ran
down the stair case. He stumbled and fell onto the step. He just sat there
with his head in his hands, shaking. That's where Hiei saw him. He walked
down the stairs and touched his shoulder. Kurama turned and looked up but
saw nothing. "Don't cry." Hiei whispered. Kurama thought he heard something
but shook his head. Immediately feeling strengthened he walked slowly down
the stairs and out the door, without looking back.
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First chapter is complete.
I'm sorry it's so sad. It won't always be this sad. Ciao.
Please review!!!!!!!
Chapter 1: Hospital
"There, there dear, just lay back down." A worried mother wiped a wet cloth
across her daughter's face. She looked back up at the monitor and all her
hope and faith fluttered around in her stomach. 110 degrees, that's how
high the little girl's temperature was. "Mommy's going to be right back,
just sit here and wait." She got up and walked to the nurse's station. "Is
she going to make it?" Linda asked the nurse. "I'm not going to lie, but
every so often we get a fever as bad as this, and not once have I seen
those kids pull through." The nurse hated her job, she hated sitting there
telling parents that their children were about to die, tell spouses they
had to lie in bed alone, tell children their mommies or daddies have gone
up to heaven. "Is there any possible way to help her?" the mother was not
going to just give up on her child. "Pray." Was the only thing the nurse
said as she was called to a different room to give an old man his medicine.
Linda felt alone in the hallway leading to her daughter's room. She looked
at her sleeping, then her stomach lurched and she ran to the bathroom. She
flushed the toilet, walked out of the stall, and splashed cold water on her
face. She was shocked when she looked up at the mirror. Her face was white,
her eyes had a glazed, and her dark hair was filled with gray. She looked
43 instead of only 33. She was struck with the thought that her daughter
would never look in the mirror at the age of 33. She sank to her knees and
cried, "Please God, don't take my little girl, if you must, take me, trade
me for her." She put her head in her hands and wept.
"Dammit!" cursed Yusuke Urameshi. "What?" snapped his friend Hiei. "That, I
hate it when they do that; it just makes my job harder." He said and
pointed down to the weeping Linda. Hiei just looked down and said "Hn."
Both looked like young teenagers, except for their huge feathered wings.
But, none the less, they still stood in the middle of the hallway looking
in on a sleeping child. Don't worry, no one can see them. "I'll handle this
one." Says Yusuke as he enters the room. Hiei turns and walks away. Both,
are not you typical stereotype angel, in no ways are they perfect, when
Yusuke was alive he was quite the troubled child, and Hiei never blinked an
eye when slicing someone's throat.
This explains why they make great Carrier Angels, meaning they escort souls
into heaven. Yusuke is compassionate, he feels for others but most of the
time is only worried about himself. He is arrogant and headstrong, with
black hair, which he has in a permanent slicked-back look, and of course
the brown eyes. Hiei cares for no one, his past is filled with hate and
anger, the only ones that have ever been allowed inside the hard-rock
interior are, his twin sister Yukina, and on a friendlier level, Yusuke.
His gravity-defying hair is black with a white star. In the middle of his
forehead lies a Jagan covered by a white bandana. Hiei refuses to wear a
white robe and is constantly clothed in black, whereas Yusuke in green.
Yusuke sat down in the chair next to the girl's bed. She stirs right when
her mother walks in. "Look, mommy an angel." She says when she sees Yusuke.
Yusuke reaches down and picks her up; gently he walks out of the room. She
turns to look back and can see her mother holding what used to be her and
sobbing. "I love you mommy." The little girl calls and she is taken away.
Hiei wandered around the hospital waiting for his next job. He looked
around the hospital; in almost every room he saw a familiar face. Those
just like him, sent down to earth to help the poor, pathetic lost souls.
That's when he found his next job. He entered the room and watched the
doctors run around the room trying to save the man who was obviously gone.
He turned to the soul next to him and asked, "Would you like to watch?" the
soul looked at him and shook his head, "I've seen enough." And Hiei led him
away.
Kurama looked down at the body he had failed to save. He sighed and washed
his hands and face. Another one, another family he would have to break. He
walked into the waiting room, "Mrs. Salmon?" he asked. The small woman
about 47 stood holding onto her 17 year-old daughter. Her oldest son was
with his wife trying to help her along. They both rose and followed him
into a smaller, private room. "How is he?" asked the girl. "I'm so sorry."
Was all he could force out. Mrs. Salmon looked shocked, then a sound
between a sob and a choke erupted in her throat, then as if that sound were
some sort of signal they all held on tight to another and cried.
Kurama left the room shaking. He had to get out, out of the hospital, out
of his death covered uniform. He ran to the locker room, changed then ran
down the stair case. He stumbled and fell onto the step. He just sat there
with his head in his hands, shaking. That's where Hiei saw him. He walked
down the stairs and touched his shoulder. Kurama turned and looked up but
saw nothing. "Don't cry." Hiei whispered. Kurama thought he heard something
but shook his head. Immediately feeling strengthened he walked slowly down
the stairs and out the door, without looking back.
*************************************************
First chapter is complete.
I'm sorry it's so sad. It won't always be this sad. Ciao.
Please review!!!!!!!
