A Lupin The Third FanFiction
By ArianeDouleur
Chapter 3 Resurrection"Yeah, we got a GSW to the chest, male, approximately mid twenties to early thirties. We're bringing him in now, be ready for us." Static crackled over the walkie-talkie, interrupted by a quick "Right-o, we'll be waiting for ya", then static erupted once more. Lying on the ambulance gurney, Lupin lay still as monitors around him beeped in unison with his faint, but still present, heartbeat. "Do you think he'll make it?" one of the ambulance's medical team asked as they raced to get their patient to the hospital. After a glance at the prone man on the gurney, the other medic replied. "I think he might. He's fighting to stay, must be, doubt he'd've lasted this long. Probably would've flat-lined before we picked him up." Neither said another word as they watched the unconscious Lupin until they arrived at the hospital to unload their cargo.
Doctors and security scurried around the emergency room, preparing one of the rooms for the incoming patient. The big wigs of law enforcement had placed the order that this man was to be saved, no matter what. Lupin the Third sounded in everyone's thoughts. No one ever expected Lupin to be brought down, much less by his own hand. Everyone waited anxiously for the arrival of the wounded master thief. The tension grew thicker and thicker as everyone waited to hear the ambulance arrive.
In a few minutes the ambulance arrived, it's siren heralding it's progress, followed moments later by droves of reporters clamoring to get the biggest scoop of the decade. Security guards stepped into clear a path, and doctors rushed out to meet the patient, diagnosing and ordering treatments as they wheeled the gurney into the prepared trauma room. Monitors beeped to life as nurses affixed small sensors to Lupin. One nurse cut this jacket and shirt off, while another inserted an IV in a vein in his left arm. A doctor began to carefully probe the gaping hole in Lupin's chest, searching for the bullet that was lodged there. An x-ray machine was wheeled up to the gurney, and the necessary images were taken and sent for quick development. While the doctors waited to receive the developed x-rays, ultra-sound images were taken. Armed with all the information they could gather, a small army of surgeons and nurses began the long operation to try and save the life of the world's greatest thief.
Inspector Zenigata paced the waiting room, eager for any news on Lupin's condition. It had taken him quite a while to get to the hospital, he had spent a large amount of time wandering around Paris, dazed and confused. When he had arrived at the hospital and informed security of who he was they had assured him that he would be the first to know any thing that was happening. In the hours since he had arrived, the inspector had read the provided magazines, watched the waiting room television, and tried to understand exactly what had possessed Lupin to drive him to such an end. Yet no matter how much effort he put into trying to figure it out, it did him no good. Eventually he gave up, deciding that the only option open to him was to stop Lupin from dying until he had discovered what had driven his nemesis to such desperate actions.
Just as Zenigata decided to give up his pacing around the waiting area to go sit down, one of the surgeons assigned to Lupin emerged from the trauma room and called Zenigata over. Immediately the old cop's nervousness increases tenfold. The surgeon coming over to speak with him was covered in blood, all of which Zenigata knew came from the suicidal thief. Sure that Lupin had met a most untimely demise within the hospital walls, the inspector's anger rose up, burning his insides, searing away whatever pain he was feeling. "Goddamnit Lupin!" Zenigata started, "You can't do this to me Lupin, you bastard! I always said I'd follow you into the gates of hell itself, and goddamn it Lupin, I will!" He started to move towards the room the surgeon had so recently emerged from.
As he passed through the swinging doors the doctor put up a hand to restrain him, but the old cop simply continued on, not stopping until he reached Lupin's side. The master thief's deathly pale face and closed eyes did the inspector in. "Damnit, Lupin. You can't do this to me, 'ya hear? What the hell am I gonna do without you to chase?" The inspector felt a hand settle softly on his shoulder, and he turned to see the surgeon standing next to him. Suddenly he realized that he was sobering, slimped on Lupin's chest. "Inspector Zenigata, if you will please come with me, such pressure is unhealthy on such a wound as Mr. Lupin's." The surgeon gently pulled Zenigata from the master thief, who seemed to be even more dazed than ever. "I will explain to you Lupin's condition, if you please." The doctor guided Zenigata back into the waiting room. As they made their way across the room the doctor introduced himself. Zenigata wasn't paying much attention, he was hardly concerned with the doctor's name (he later remembered it was Deyette), or that the man was American, though he was grateful that the doctor spoke English, so that thankfully Zenigata wouldn't have to translate. On the doctor's urging, both men took seats in a more secluded section of the room, away from most of the crowd.
"Lupin the Third is in critical condition, but the odds are in favor of his survival." The surgeon paused a moment, letting the inspector process the information before he continued. "There were some complications however, and, though we tried everything we could, there was nothing we could do to prevent Lupin from flat-lining for approximately a minute." Again he paused, and he was glad he did. It was quite apparent that the Inspector was having a bit of difficulty dealing with this bit of news. "Lupin's alive?" was all the inspector could manage through his shock. "Well, yes inspector, he is alive, but there is still a chance that he could have sustained some brain damage, though all the tests we have been able to run indicate that he will make a full recovery. We will be moving him to the ICU in a few minutes, you can visit him up there later, if you choose, and the nurses will let you know about any changes in his condition." The doctor stood and shook Zenigata's hand, and walked away, heading back to the trauma room to prep Lupin to move to a room in the ICU. Zenigata stared at his retreating back, still in shock that Lupin had pulled through after all.
Author's NotesHi Everybody! Sorry it took me so gosh dang long to get this chapter up, but it seems that my muse has been taking a break for the past few weeks. I know that this chapter is really short, in truth it's supposed to be. The reasoning behind this is that it was written to serve just one purpose, which I feel it does. I hope you all find it satisfactory. Happy New Year!
Ariane
Special Thanks to:
RmGuccione
mischeif-maker
Brey
DragonLegendRickgreen
Mrs. Jigen
Rocker-Stimpy
Ibogal
Special Notes:
Sorry about the intimate details in the second chapter, I hope I haven't offended anyone too much. The chapter has been taken into account, and the rating has been changed.
The romance is on it's way, I promise, it's just gonna take a while to get there.