Note from Destiny: Perhaps it is a bit much to ask, but I'd like a few more replies, so could you guys get the word out about this fanfic..if you like it, I mean. I don't want to sound like a tempestuous bitch, but I'm starting to feel disinheartened..but thanks to those of you who are replying, I really appreciate it. Oh, and for the one that mentioned the Britney Spears song, that song might actually be in here later, good job at ..uh...I don't know exactly what to call it, but good job.
Hugh and Judy Neutron were in the waiting room when they saw the stretcher pull in, surgeons rushing everyone out of their way. They exchanged glances, both feeling sorry for whomever else had to suffer the grief that they were going through, for they could tell by the slight glimpse they had gotten that the body on the stretcher was that of a teenager, like Jimmy.
Judy let out a gasp of surprise when she saw Sashau run in, her usually neat make-up smeared from tears she had tried to rub away, the mascera tinting the tears that were still rolling, turning them black. "Please, please, you have to let me back there!" She pleaded with the receptionist. But it might as well have fallen on deaf ears, for the receptionist simply shook her head sadly.
"Sashau, what happened?" Judy asked consolingly. Mrs. Vortex sniffed, and looked away. "Is it Cindy?"
"Yes." Sashau took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. She and Judy Neutron were often opposing forces in any of the neighborhood skirmishes, but when they were able to put differences aside, and they actually agreed, they were a strong team. Even Mrs. Vortex had to admit that. "She tried to drown herself...over your son, I'm guessing."
Suddenly, Judy felt overwhelmed, actually finding herself feeling sorry for Sashau Vortex. But then again, Mrs. Neutron had always rather liked Cindy, when she was getting along with Jimmy, that was. And after all, it was the parents who were supposed to go first. No parent should ever have to see thier child die.
Or in the hospital, Judy added to herself as an after thought. She would have gladly switched places with her son at the moment, if only she could have...But that was a distinct impossibility. "Sashau, did you call Libby and tell her?"
"She saw the ambulance arrive..I couldn't talk to her about it." Mrs. Vortex said, her voice trembling. "I don't want what happened to...to.."
Judy finished it for her. "You don't want Libby to end up like Carl." Before her heart had even been mended, right after it had just been broken once, telling Carl that Jimmy might not survive had broken it once more. But what if Jimmy did die, and Cindy as well? Wouldn't that affect the neighborhood kids even worse?
Judy had to admit the prospects were terrible that her son would wake up. But still, she prayed for him, and now, she was also praying for Cindy. And for Cindy's mother, who was crying so desperately and looked so lost, that Judy knew that Cindy was her whole world.
The doctors were doing their best, but something just wasn't right. Cindy's lungs had collapsed, her heart had nearly burst open. It wasn't such a rare occurence with drowning victims, but it did strike one doctor as odd, as most suicides for girls were done by sleeping pills or tylenol.
It took bravery, and a really terrible situation to cause someone to undergo the pain that went with suffocating by their own choice, their lungs. The pain lasted several minutes, and from what he knew from talking with the handful of survivors, it was excruciating, and rather unbearable.
The EKG machine was now going into a frenzy - the little blonde girl, the one on the table that looked strikingly similar to his own daughter, was dying. Her heartbeat was going out. "Clear!" He demanded, firing up the defrilibrator and delivering the shock to her chest.
No response. He lowered his head, ashamed. "She's dead."
At that very moment, in the next room in Intensive care, a pair of blue eyes slowly fluttered open.
