Do you have a comrade?
I looked down at him, at Spike...Covered in blood and I felt like I had lost a little part of my already diminishing innocence...A little more of my naivete had been cast into the winds. And I felt my eyes overflowing with the tears I had tried not to cry as I gathered him into my arms and put my finger on his throat, searching, searching for a pulse. Oh please God...Let him live...If not for me then for...For Jet...For everyone else...Please I don't want him to die...He shouldn't have to die...And that...That was when I found it...I found a weak pulse beating in his throat and my own heart almost stopped in my chest. Tears were trailing down my face in rivers, dropping onto his still face as I managed to whisper:
"Thank you..." Then my mind reassembled from the mush it had become and I laid him gently down looking to the men gathered there. I fumbled for words to say as I fought to choke back my tears...Jet...I need Jet. No, Faye...You have to take care of this yourself now. Jet will come but you have to do this.
"I'm taking him to the hospital...Vicious is dead now. I want you to...No...I'll do it." My mind was just a red blur in the back of my brain as unholstered my gun and walked up to the corpse. He would never be dead unless I did it right this time...I pulled the trigger and shot him in the head...I pulled the trigger again and again until his head was nothing but a bloody round lump of flesh...Ten bullets I wasted on that bastard and yet I knew...I knew that Vicious would never die...He always came back but not this time...He couldn't possibly this time. During all this the men watched me silently there faces set in a grim demeanor.
One of them came forward and he helped me but Spike in the X-Raider and I thought I'd start crying all again but I brushed them away angrily as I wrapped Spike's body in a space blanket; my gaze locked with the man's and I knew I'd never see him again but...I had this strange feeling...I can't explain it...It was so strange...It was like I was looking into the eyes of...Of Him...And I whispered softly to him as I reached out to touch his face,
"Thank you..." He nodded and shuffled away as I gunned the engines and sped towards the hospital, an arm wrapped around Spike as I pulled the ship forward...I don't know how I knew where the hospital was...It was strange as I landed in front of it I felt like something had been snipped off of me...Like a string...A lifeline. Surgical technicians gathered around the ship as I landed and they snatched him from me before I could open my mouth to explain...I shot up out of the pilot seat and tumbled out of the X- Raider, afraid...So afraid that they were going to kill him.
In my rush I almost forgot to lock that damn ship with me...God was I regretting bringing it with now...But no time for that...I ran after the doctors...Following them in and filling out a form so fast I pitied the person who had to file it.
"What relation are you to...Mr. Spiegel?" A nurse stepped in my path and I really had to slam on the brakes or else I really would have totaled the slight woman.
"Wife." The words spilled out of me before I could think and I was shocked with my answer but decided to go along with it because I knew that they only let immediate relatives visit the sick and injured.
The small woman looked me over with a disapproving stare but I gazed back at her with a quiet plead in my eyes and she softened just slightly...She knew I wasn't his wife but somehow she understood...Understood that I needed to be there.
"You'll have to stay in the Waiting Room while they operate on Mr. Spiegel...And I have to warn you; it will take quite awhile...By the looks of it he's pretty banged up."
I nodded muzzily and stumbled towards the waiting room...Flipping open the communicator I pressed the 'REDIAL' button and watched as Jet's craggy face appeared on the screen.
"Faye?" He questioned with a simple indicating word, his gaze wavering as he sought to look around, trying to get Faye to move away.
"Where's Spike?" He finally asked.
"Jet...He's...He's...They're operating him...Oh God...Jet please come here...I need someone else here...The hospital's name is..." My eyes searched the wall for a name and I found it as suddenly as I picked out Spike's body on the top of that building.
"McGregor and Burke's Hospital Care and ER Unit."
Jet nodded and worry wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes as he squinted at her,
"You look like Hell warmed over...Twice..."
"Gee thanks...Just get your ass over here alright? I'm...I'm scared."
He nodded and his image flickered away, leaving my heart beating wildly as I slipped from the plastic chair I had been sitting in to the cold, cold floor. I lurched forward as I hugged myself a voice whispering out of me:
"Am I...Am I going to lose him? Am I going to lose another comrade? Did I even have him when he was with us? Am I...Am I alone? Please, God...I'll do anything you want...I'll...I'll stop gambling...No...I can't do that...I'll...I'll try and be more honest..." Empty promises...All of them...My eyes closed as another tear slipped down my cheek.
"I'll do the best I can."
Raise me from my ashes... -----------The Author's Note-----------
Okay...I have some people here that seem to be very addicted to meh story...And I must say...I'm very shocked and happy to hear that...Now I'm going to make a Mesmer-Ray...Anyone who reads this will become addicted to reading my ficcies...-Beams the ray at herself- FWEEE!!! I love you all!
I looked down at him, at Spike...Covered in blood and I felt like I had lost a little part of my already diminishing innocence...A little more of my naivete had been cast into the winds. And I felt my eyes overflowing with the tears I had tried not to cry as I gathered him into my arms and put my finger on his throat, searching, searching for a pulse. Oh please God...Let him live...If not for me then for...For Jet...For everyone else...Please I don't want him to die...He shouldn't have to die...And that...That was when I found it...I found a weak pulse beating in his throat and my own heart almost stopped in my chest. Tears were trailing down my face in rivers, dropping onto his still face as I managed to whisper:
"Thank you..." Then my mind reassembled from the mush it had become and I laid him gently down looking to the men gathered there. I fumbled for words to say as I fought to choke back my tears...Jet...I need Jet. No, Faye...You have to take care of this yourself now. Jet will come but you have to do this.
"I'm taking him to the hospital...Vicious is dead now. I want you to...No...I'll do it." My mind was just a red blur in the back of my brain as unholstered my gun and walked up to the corpse. He would never be dead unless I did it right this time...I pulled the trigger and shot him in the head...I pulled the trigger again and again until his head was nothing but a bloody round lump of flesh...Ten bullets I wasted on that bastard and yet I knew...I knew that Vicious would never die...He always came back but not this time...He couldn't possibly this time. During all this the men watched me silently there faces set in a grim demeanor.
One of them came forward and he helped me but Spike in the X-Raider and I thought I'd start crying all again but I brushed them away angrily as I wrapped Spike's body in a space blanket; my gaze locked with the man's and I knew I'd never see him again but...I had this strange feeling...I can't explain it...It was so strange...It was like I was looking into the eyes of...Of Him...And I whispered softly to him as I reached out to touch his face,
"Thank you..." He nodded and shuffled away as I gunned the engines and sped towards the hospital, an arm wrapped around Spike as I pulled the ship forward...I don't know how I knew where the hospital was...It was strange as I landed in front of it I felt like something had been snipped off of me...Like a string...A lifeline. Surgical technicians gathered around the ship as I landed and they snatched him from me before I could open my mouth to explain...I shot up out of the pilot seat and tumbled out of the X- Raider, afraid...So afraid that they were going to kill him.
In my rush I almost forgot to lock that damn ship with me...God was I regretting bringing it with now...But no time for that...I ran after the doctors...Following them in and filling out a form so fast I pitied the person who had to file it.
"What relation are you to...Mr. Spiegel?" A nurse stepped in my path and I really had to slam on the brakes or else I really would have totaled the slight woman.
"Wife." The words spilled out of me before I could think and I was shocked with my answer but decided to go along with it because I knew that they only let immediate relatives visit the sick and injured.
The small woman looked me over with a disapproving stare but I gazed back at her with a quiet plead in my eyes and she softened just slightly...She knew I wasn't his wife but somehow she understood...Understood that I needed to be there.
"You'll have to stay in the Waiting Room while they operate on Mr. Spiegel...And I have to warn you; it will take quite awhile...By the looks of it he's pretty banged up."
I nodded muzzily and stumbled towards the waiting room...Flipping open the communicator I pressed the 'REDIAL' button and watched as Jet's craggy face appeared on the screen.
"Faye?" He questioned with a simple indicating word, his gaze wavering as he sought to look around, trying to get Faye to move away.
"Where's Spike?" He finally asked.
"Jet...He's...He's...They're operating him...Oh God...Jet please come here...I need someone else here...The hospital's name is..." My eyes searched the wall for a name and I found it as suddenly as I picked out Spike's body on the top of that building.
"McGregor and Burke's Hospital Care and ER Unit."
Jet nodded and worry wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes as he squinted at her,
"You look like Hell warmed over...Twice..."
"Gee thanks...Just get your ass over here alright? I'm...I'm scared."
He nodded and his image flickered away, leaving my heart beating wildly as I slipped from the plastic chair I had been sitting in to the cold, cold floor. I lurched forward as I hugged myself a voice whispering out of me:
"Am I...Am I going to lose him? Am I going to lose another comrade? Did I even have him when he was with us? Am I...Am I alone? Please, God...I'll do anything you want...I'll...I'll stop gambling...No...I can't do that...I'll...I'll try and be more honest..." Empty promises...All of them...My eyes closed as another tear slipped down my cheek.
"I'll do the best I can."
Raise me from my ashes... -----------The Author's Note-----------
Okay...I have some people here that seem to be very addicted to meh story...And I must say...I'm very shocked and happy to hear that...Now I'm going to make a Mesmer-Ray...Anyone who reads this will become addicted to reading my ficcies...-Beams the ray at herself- FWEEE!!! I love you all!