my friends, this is the final chapter o' this story. just wanted to let you
know. read on!
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Trying to get to sleep that night was near to impossible. Zelda tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position. But each time she closed her eyes, she could see Link dying. . .she could see him getting crushed in a car accident, or being found dead at the hospital, and a number of other horrific things.
Half of her strongly believed that no matter what, God would see to it that justice was done. That Link would be revived, and he would no longer be in pain of any kind. That was she wanted to believe, what she HAD to believe.
But what people never want to even consider is always what haunts them most. Zelda had to admit to herself that it was highly possible that Link could die. For all she knew, he could be dead now. She began to imagine what life would be like without him. What a stupid thing to think about: a life without Link was. . .it just wasn't a life at all!
Zelda decided that the first thing she'd do in the morning would be to call the hospital. She had to tell them to call her as soon as they found out something. Anything.
Now Zelda's challenge was to find a comfortable, dry spot on her bed. She had been crying and moving around so much, her sheets and pillowcases were soaked. Zelda changed a loud sob into a sigh.
She hated being alone in the darkness.
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The phone rang early in the morning four days later. Zelda literally jumped out of bed and raced to answer it (not only was she anxious for the call, but she didn't want it waking any one else in the house).
"Hello?"
"Hello, Zelda Harkinian?"
"Yes. . ."
"Yeah, this is city hospital," said the voice on the other end. "You asked us to call about Link as soon as we could, and we. . .we've got some good news, I believe. Our doctors stayed up later and longer than usual doing all that they could. Through their combined skills and knowledge, Link managed to pull through."
The doctor heard choking noises on the other end of the phone. Zelda was trying to speak, but she couldn't get any words out. Grinning to himself, the doctor continued what he was saying:
"Most of his abdomen is bandaged, because that's where most of the damage is. Also, we've put him on crutches because his right leg got broken. We're sending him down to his apartment later this afternoon. . .will you be home?"
Zelda nodded, forgetting that the doctor couldn't see her. "Y-yes," she finally managed to stutter.
"Good. Just be careful around him; don't let him do anything too active. . .though I'm sure he won't be too anxious to try anything rash any time soon." The doctor laughed. "Have a good day, Ms. Harkinian. Good-bye." After a rather long pause, the doctor chuckled and dropped the phone back on its cradle.
It was a few minutes until Zelda slowly lowered her arm and hung up. She wasn't really aware of it, but tears were sliding down her face. After four long, agonizing, heartbreaking days, she finally knew that Link was safe. He was coming home today.
"Thank you, God."
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The phone rang again later that afternoon. Peach picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Peach. It's Link."
"Link! Oh, thank heavens you're all--when did you get home?"
"About an hour a. . .well, it was actually more like an hour and a half ago. I kinda dozed off once I got here, I was so tired. You have no idea what trying to fall asleep in a hospital is like."
Peach coiled the phone cord around her finger. "Zelda's been having so much trouble getting to sleep, too, the poor darling. She's been so worried about you over the past few days, you have no idea." She laughed. "When she got the phone call this morning from the hospital, she kind of zoned out--that's what she told me. The next thing I know, I'm waking up to the sound of her screaming."
"Wow," Link said dully. "Uh. . .speaking of Zelda, is she there?"
"Yeah, hold on a sec." Peach put her hand over the reciever. "Zeeeeeelda!!! Some one's on the phone and wants to talk to you!!!"
Zelda ran into her room and picked up the phone in a heartbeat. "Link??"
"Uh, no. . .this is Bob, the plumber. . ."
"............."
"Oh, I'm just kiddin' you, Zel."
Sighing, Zelda lay down on her bed. "It's so wonderful to hear your voice again," she whispered. "Being without it these past four days have been like a living hell." She paused. "Link, can I....can I come down there and see you?"
"Nothing would please me more."
Zelda laughed and sat up. "I'll be down there before you can say supercalifragalisticexpialidocious backwards ten times fast!! Bye!" She hung the phone and flew out the front door.
"Interesting," Link said to himself, hanging up the phone.
Roughly ten minutes later, Link heard the sound of a buzzer. "Come on in, Zel," he laughed.
"Uh. . .this is Marge, the interior designer. . ."
"Ha ha, very funny, Zelda."
Link saw his door creak open, and his face fell. "I'm serious. I'm Marge. You called for the interior designing, didn't you?"
"Um, no," Link said as politely as he could.
Marge glanced at the room number, then laughed. "No wonder! This is the wrong room! Ha ha, I feel stupid. . .sorry to bother you, sir."
"No problem."
Zelda approached Link's room as Marge was exiting it. The two basically ignored each other as they went in their seperate directions. Shutting the door carelessly behind her, Zelda glided across the room to the couch where Link was lying.
"Link!" she breathed, bending down to kiss him.
"Wait, wait!" he said, stopping her. "Bandaged chest and broken leg, remember?"
"Oh yes," Zelda muttered. She sat down on the couch. "Here, put your legs up on mine."
"What?" Link chuckled.
"C'mon, just do it. Up on my lap."
"Whatever." Link lifted up his legs and Zelda quickly slid underneath them. "Well, this is a different setting," he remarked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Zelda asked, putting an arm around his shoulders and massaging his neck distractedly.
"Well, this is quintissentially incorrect," Link answered. "Normally it's you who should be resting on top of me, and me who's cradling you in my arms."
"I'm sure Vincent Minelli would be very disappointed in us," Zelda laughed. Gently, she placed her hand on Link's cheek, then kissed him ardently. Now she knew that she had taken Link's love and his kisses all for granted. Zelda knew that there was no way she could've ever lived without them.
"You know that little church you showed me a while ago?" Zelda asked, moving her lips down his neck.
"Yeah."
"I went there right after I saw you in the hospital," Zelda continued. She couldn't keep her hands off him. It was almost as if she couldn't believe he was really there. But he was. "I knew I had to pray in there, just like you said you had." Zelda paused, then slowly sat up, looking down at Link. "I've. . .never been much of religious person, but I just had this feeling inside telling me that a prayer would work."
"Well, I'm glad it did," Link said, once again stating the obvious. He let out a slow sigh, then gradually came to a sitting position. "Look Zel, there's something we need to. . . talk about."
"What is it?" Zelda inquired, cocking her head to one side.
"I'm really not in the right position to ask you this," Link said, half of him sitting on the couch and the other leaning towards the floor.
Zelda felt her heart skip a beat. If he needed to be in the right position to ask a question, there was only one thing in the world she knew he could be asking her.
"Zel, I love you," Link said in a whisper. "A lot. Peach told me the. . .problems you were having while I was in the hospital. And I know that if anything like that ever happened to you, or if I--if I lost you, I just don't know what I would do."
"Link, what're you trying to say?" Zelda said so softly, Link had to strain his ears to hear it.
"I want to know if. . .you'll. . ." Oh, why was this so hard to ask? "....marry me." In one cobra-slick move, he reached into his coat pocket and whisked out a lovely blue diamond ring.
You know that feeling you get right after something really. . .like, really unexpected happens right in front of you? Like say you accidentally drop your mother's favorite porcelain bowl and then there's just this silence? A silence so loud it barely lets you comprehend what happened.
Zelda had been expecting this, and was unbelievably thrilled about it, but there was just this silence as she tried to tell her mind and her body what she'd just been asked.
Link's breathing got slightly louder. His eyes never left Zelda's as that small, nagging voice in his head started telling him she might decline. He didn't know what he'd do if she said no. His hand started shaking.
Zelda took his arm and heaved him back onto the couch. Then she leaned forward and kissed him again. She drew back, then whispered, "Yes. I will."
Sighing with relief, Link took the ring out of the box and and slid it onto her finger.
"It's gorgeous, Link," Zelda laughed. "Oh, you didn't think I'd say no, did you?"
"Well, not really," he answered. "But I did get a little nervous for a minute."
"I'm sorry," Zelda said. "I kind of knew I'd end up saying yes, but I just had to think about Nicole and about Peach and everyone, you know?"
"I understand what you mean," Link said. "Marrige is kind of a big step."
"I know," Zelda said, grinning. "But we're ready for it. I can tell."
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So what happened after that? I guess, as Louis Sachar says, you'll just have to fill in the rest of the holes yourself.
THE END (or is it the beginning? hmmmmm.....)
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A/N:
evil ending, huh? i just like to let the reader. . .imagine. . .whats going to happen next and all that, y'know?
i normally write an epilogue, but i dont really feel like it. sorry. and may i also take this time to say that i am not writing a sequel, either. i've got way too many ideas and stories to keep up with as it is. so go read them!! HEE HEE!!!
while i was writing that proposing part, i remembered that really funny part from charlie's angels full throttle:
Natalie: Dylan! Dylan, guess what?? We're getting--we're getting--oh!!!
Dylan: *dreading she will say shes getting married* What? You're getting what???
Natalie: We're getting a PUPPY!!
Dylan: ....OH! That's just great!!
lol. kinda random and dumb of me to stick that on here but w/e.
Zelda: This author is such an idiot.
Sawyerzelda: I wouldn't say that.
Nicole: Duh.
Link: Shut up.
Sawyerzelda: Fine. plz review, my readers! and also plz try not to flame....i'm very sensitive about that kind of stuff. :*(
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Trying to get to sleep that night was near to impossible. Zelda tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position. But each time she closed her eyes, she could see Link dying. . .she could see him getting crushed in a car accident, or being found dead at the hospital, and a number of other horrific things.
Half of her strongly believed that no matter what, God would see to it that justice was done. That Link would be revived, and he would no longer be in pain of any kind. That was she wanted to believe, what she HAD to believe.
But what people never want to even consider is always what haunts them most. Zelda had to admit to herself that it was highly possible that Link could die. For all she knew, he could be dead now. She began to imagine what life would be like without him. What a stupid thing to think about: a life without Link was. . .it just wasn't a life at all!
Zelda decided that the first thing she'd do in the morning would be to call the hospital. She had to tell them to call her as soon as they found out something. Anything.
Now Zelda's challenge was to find a comfortable, dry spot on her bed. She had been crying and moving around so much, her sheets and pillowcases were soaked. Zelda changed a loud sob into a sigh.
She hated being alone in the darkness.
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The phone rang early in the morning four days later. Zelda literally jumped out of bed and raced to answer it (not only was she anxious for the call, but she didn't want it waking any one else in the house).
"Hello?"
"Hello, Zelda Harkinian?"
"Yes. . ."
"Yeah, this is city hospital," said the voice on the other end. "You asked us to call about Link as soon as we could, and we. . .we've got some good news, I believe. Our doctors stayed up later and longer than usual doing all that they could. Through their combined skills and knowledge, Link managed to pull through."
The doctor heard choking noises on the other end of the phone. Zelda was trying to speak, but she couldn't get any words out. Grinning to himself, the doctor continued what he was saying:
"Most of his abdomen is bandaged, because that's where most of the damage is. Also, we've put him on crutches because his right leg got broken. We're sending him down to his apartment later this afternoon. . .will you be home?"
Zelda nodded, forgetting that the doctor couldn't see her. "Y-yes," she finally managed to stutter.
"Good. Just be careful around him; don't let him do anything too active. . .though I'm sure he won't be too anxious to try anything rash any time soon." The doctor laughed. "Have a good day, Ms. Harkinian. Good-bye." After a rather long pause, the doctor chuckled and dropped the phone back on its cradle.
It was a few minutes until Zelda slowly lowered her arm and hung up. She wasn't really aware of it, but tears were sliding down her face. After four long, agonizing, heartbreaking days, she finally knew that Link was safe. He was coming home today.
"Thank you, God."
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The phone rang again later that afternoon. Peach picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Peach. It's Link."
"Link! Oh, thank heavens you're all--when did you get home?"
"About an hour a. . .well, it was actually more like an hour and a half ago. I kinda dozed off once I got here, I was so tired. You have no idea what trying to fall asleep in a hospital is like."
Peach coiled the phone cord around her finger. "Zelda's been having so much trouble getting to sleep, too, the poor darling. She's been so worried about you over the past few days, you have no idea." She laughed. "When she got the phone call this morning from the hospital, she kind of zoned out--that's what she told me. The next thing I know, I'm waking up to the sound of her screaming."
"Wow," Link said dully. "Uh. . .speaking of Zelda, is she there?"
"Yeah, hold on a sec." Peach put her hand over the reciever. "Zeeeeeelda!!! Some one's on the phone and wants to talk to you!!!"
Zelda ran into her room and picked up the phone in a heartbeat. "Link??"
"Uh, no. . .this is Bob, the plumber. . ."
"............."
"Oh, I'm just kiddin' you, Zel."
Sighing, Zelda lay down on her bed. "It's so wonderful to hear your voice again," she whispered. "Being without it these past four days have been like a living hell." She paused. "Link, can I....can I come down there and see you?"
"Nothing would please me more."
Zelda laughed and sat up. "I'll be down there before you can say supercalifragalisticexpialidocious backwards ten times fast!! Bye!" She hung the phone and flew out the front door.
"Interesting," Link said to himself, hanging up the phone.
Roughly ten minutes later, Link heard the sound of a buzzer. "Come on in, Zel," he laughed.
"Uh. . .this is Marge, the interior designer. . ."
"Ha ha, very funny, Zelda."
Link saw his door creak open, and his face fell. "I'm serious. I'm Marge. You called for the interior designing, didn't you?"
"Um, no," Link said as politely as he could.
Marge glanced at the room number, then laughed. "No wonder! This is the wrong room! Ha ha, I feel stupid. . .sorry to bother you, sir."
"No problem."
Zelda approached Link's room as Marge was exiting it. The two basically ignored each other as they went in their seperate directions. Shutting the door carelessly behind her, Zelda glided across the room to the couch where Link was lying.
"Link!" she breathed, bending down to kiss him.
"Wait, wait!" he said, stopping her. "Bandaged chest and broken leg, remember?"
"Oh yes," Zelda muttered. She sat down on the couch. "Here, put your legs up on mine."
"What?" Link chuckled.
"C'mon, just do it. Up on my lap."
"Whatever." Link lifted up his legs and Zelda quickly slid underneath them. "Well, this is a different setting," he remarked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Zelda asked, putting an arm around his shoulders and massaging his neck distractedly.
"Well, this is quintissentially incorrect," Link answered. "Normally it's you who should be resting on top of me, and me who's cradling you in my arms."
"I'm sure Vincent Minelli would be very disappointed in us," Zelda laughed. Gently, she placed her hand on Link's cheek, then kissed him ardently. Now she knew that she had taken Link's love and his kisses all for granted. Zelda knew that there was no way she could've ever lived without them.
"You know that little church you showed me a while ago?" Zelda asked, moving her lips down his neck.
"Yeah."
"I went there right after I saw you in the hospital," Zelda continued. She couldn't keep her hands off him. It was almost as if she couldn't believe he was really there. But he was. "I knew I had to pray in there, just like you said you had." Zelda paused, then slowly sat up, looking down at Link. "I've. . .never been much of religious person, but I just had this feeling inside telling me that a prayer would work."
"Well, I'm glad it did," Link said, once again stating the obvious. He let out a slow sigh, then gradually came to a sitting position. "Look Zel, there's something we need to. . . talk about."
"What is it?" Zelda inquired, cocking her head to one side.
"I'm really not in the right position to ask you this," Link said, half of him sitting on the couch and the other leaning towards the floor.
Zelda felt her heart skip a beat. If he needed to be in the right position to ask a question, there was only one thing in the world she knew he could be asking her.
"Zel, I love you," Link said in a whisper. "A lot. Peach told me the. . .problems you were having while I was in the hospital. And I know that if anything like that ever happened to you, or if I--if I lost you, I just don't know what I would do."
"Link, what're you trying to say?" Zelda said so softly, Link had to strain his ears to hear it.
"I want to know if. . .you'll. . ." Oh, why was this so hard to ask? "....marry me." In one cobra-slick move, he reached into his coat pocket and whisked out a lovely blue diamond ring.
You know that feeling you get right after something really. . .like, really unexpected happens right in front of you? Like say you accidentally drop your mother's favorite porcelain bowl and then there's just this silence? A silence so loud it barely lets you comprehend what happened.
Zelda had been expecting this, and was unbelievably thrilled about it, but there was just this silence as she tried to tell her mind and her body what she'd just been asked.
Link's breathing got slightly louder. His eyes never left Zelda's as that small, nagging voice in his head started telling him she might decline. He didn't know what he'd do if she said no. His hand started shaking.
Zelda took his arm and heaved him back onto the couch. Then she leaned forward and kissed him again. She drew back, then whispered, "Yes. I will."
Sighing with relief, Link took the ring out of the box and and slid it onto her finger.
"It's gorgeous, Link," Zelda laughed. "Oh, you didn't think I'd say no, did you?"
"Well, not really," he answered. "But I did get a little nervous for a minute."
"I'm sorry," Zelda said. "I kind of knew I'd end up saying yes, but I just had to think about Nicole and about Peach and everyone, you know?"
"I understand what you mean," Link said. "Marrige is kind of a big step."
"I know," Zelda said, grinning. "But we're ready for it. I can tell."
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So what happened after that? I guess, as Louis Sachar says, you'll just have to fill in the rest of the holes yourself.
THE END (or is it the beginning? hmmmmm.....)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N:
evil ending, huh? i just like to let the reader. . .imagine. . .whats going to happen next and all that, y'know?
i normally write an epilogue, but i dont really feel like it. sorry. and may i also take this time to say that i am not writing a sequel, either. i've got way too many ideas and stories to keep up with as it is. so go read them!! HEE HEE!!!
while i was writing that proposing part, i remembered that really funny part from charlie's angels full throttle:
Natalie: Dylan! Dylan, guess what?? We're getting--we're getting--oh!!!
Dylan: *dreading she will say shes getting married* What? You're getting what???
Natalie: We're getting a PUPPY!!
Dylan: ....OH! That's just great!!
lol. kinda random and dumb of me to stick that on here but w/e.
Zelda: This author is such an idiot.
Sawyerzelda: I wouldn't say that.
Nicole: Duh.
Link: Shut up.
Sawyerzelda: Fine. plz review, my readers! and also plz try not to flame....i'm very sensitive about that kind of stuff. :*(