don't own ShAMAN King….  disclaimer.. waahh TT.

Ch. 11
I was taken to the hospital. In the ambulance, the paramedic asked me things like, "Can you remember what day it is?" and "Can you remember your birthday?". That dummy. If there was anyone I wanted to forget, it was Yoh…and if I didn't forget him, then, I couldn't forget anything else.

I answered his dimwit questions and kept glancing at Yoh, who was staring at my legs. But my legs were under a blanket, so I couldn't tell what was wrong with them. The shock began to enter my system again as I began to shiver. My entire convulsed with chattering teeth and quivering arms…but my legs were dead. I saw Yoh. He was shaking too. It was the after effect of shock.

We reached the hospital, and Yoh gently let go of my hand as I was led into an x-ray room. But, the pain was so shock was so severe, I began to feel dizzy. The world went black and the next thing I knew, I woke up! I took a glance around and lifted my hand over my eyes to shield them from the blinding white light of the hospital room. I knew I was in a hospital room, but I couldn't see who was there with me. The faces were still blurry. Finally, I managed to focus enough to see Yoh standing at the side. His arms were folded across his chest and he was apparently sleeping, since his chin was down resting on his chest and his eyes were closed.

"Hey," I said gently.

Yoh's eyes opened. He immediately smiled saying quietly, "How do you feel?"

"Not so good," I answered truthfully, "my legs…I can't feel them."

Yoh sighed guiltily. But, before he could speak, a doctor entered the room with my parents. My mother immediately sprang to my side, tears filling her eyes like puddles being held back by nothing but her thin eyelashes. I smiled gently as my mother hugged me tight. Actually, her embrace was a little too tight because I could feel my ribs beginning to crack. "Oh, my poor baby!" My mother said with another squeeze, "my poor, poor baby!"

"Mom," I gasped, "please…stop…my…ribs…ack…can't…breathhhh…"

My mother immediately let go. My dad, who was always calm and never really said anything, just gave me a smile as he mumbled, "Good thing you're alive."

Moments later, my brother, Ryu came strolling in. He was grinning at me and it seemed like I hadn't seen him in years. Since my brother was so popular, he always had people to be with and places to go. Sadly, that list of people to be with didn't include the name Anna Kyouyama. I nodded to my brother, who coolly asked, "You aiite, sis?"

"Yeah," I said glaring at Yoh, "I could have been killed thanks to someone."

Yoh winced. He felt guilty. I supposed Yoh wasn't heartless…just stupid. Ryu glanced to Yoh, getting the hint that Yoh was the one who got me into all this trouble. Ryu walked up to Yoh, cleared his throat and motioned for Yoh to come outside the hospital room. Yoh gulped with fear. Everyone feared my brother…EVERYONE. Yoh shuffled his feet as he walked out after Ryu. Then, when the two had exited, the doctor, who had been waiting patiently at the side, said, while glancing between my mother and father, "Anna won't be walking for about six months…that is…six months at least."

"Is…is she crippled?" my mom asked.

"No, not at all," the doctor replied, "but her injuries are so extreme that it will take at least six months for her legs to heal. In the meantime, Anna will need to stay in a wheelchair."

I didn't know exactly how to take this news. Being a crippled girl for six months seemed terrible. How would I go places? I would I get to class on time juggling six books, pushing my own weight on wheels, dodging around people rushing to their class, and dealing with Yoh? But I thought as positive as I could…and figured that I could definitely use my temporary handicap as an excuse to get away with many things using the art of pity-me-I'm –hurt-so-badly-I-can't-walk. Yes, it all seemed good. Realizing that I wasn't near death, my mom decided to go grab a snack from the luncheon cafeteria downstairs in the hospital lobby with my dad. As they exited followed by the doctor, Ryu entered. He smiled at me warmly, as I asked, "What did you say to Yoh?"

"I didn't say anything," Eric answered honestly, "but the bruise will go away after a few weeks."

"You hit him?" I asked with a tinge of guilt.

"Sure…if he put my kid sister in danger, of course I'm gonna have a piece of him. Besides, he's feeling sorry for you. He said he'd do anything to make it up to you. It's like he thinks you're never gonna walk again because of him."

As Eric said his last line, a light bulb in my skull suddenly flashed on. "Oh, how sweet revenge is," I said as I looked at Ryu with a sly smile.

"What is what?"

"Oh, nothing," I said with a wave of my hand. But in my head, my ideas were scheming. I would use this handicap to my full advantage. If Yoh thought I was crippled for life, then, he'd be in debt to me till the day I died. That meant that if I asked him for anything, he'd have to do it, or else I'd remind him that it was his fault I could never walk again! Yes, I know, it's a cruel, cruel trick to play on the poor kid. But consider how I feel after swallowing his jokes and games and stupid "wifey" name-calling for my entire life! I was going to make this time worth it.

Yoh came back an hour later, after Ryu left for home (there was bruise across his left cheekbone). He said that my mom had to return to work and that my dad was out with business associates. And there I was, stuck with Yoh alone. This time, I was excited about it. It was time to break my "sorrowful" news. I made my eyes water on purpose by forcing myself not to blink. Then, I looked to Yoh saying in a solemn and quiet voice, "I'm never going to be able to walk again, you know."

"What?" Yoh asked as he leaned foreword.

"I won't ever walk again. Oh, what do I do?" I noticed how overly dramatic I sounded, but Yoh was always too dull to notice those things. "I can't believe I'll never dance again, or be able to run, or skip around, or even swing on the swings…" May I remind you that I do not dance, run, skip, or swing on a daily basis…or even on a yearly basis.

"Really?" Yoh asked. He looked ready to cry and I looked like I was ready to explode with laughter. But I swallowed the humor and nodded with a sad face. I forced my lips to pout some more. "I'm so sorry," Yoh said, "I'm sorry…I'll make it up to you, Anna."

"How?" I said sighing loudly, "I don't think you can. How will I ever be happy again? Oh, the pain I feel to have to be a crippled girl. Oh, dear…"

Yoh jumped up. He looked determined as he said, "I'll take care of you, Anna! Whatever it is you want, I promise I'll give you anything you want! I won't ever leave your side! I promise as long as you have to be in a wheelchair, I'll be there too!"

I smiled to myself saying in a dramatically grateful voice, "Thank you, Yoh. Maybe I will make It through these tragic times if I have a hubby who's willing to be so kind to me. OH, my leg hurts." My leg really didn't hurt, but I had a temptation to see what Yoh's reaction would be. Yoh jumped up and began to panic as he tried to adjust my leg, but was afraid to touch them. Before he could find the brain to do anything, I just said, "Oh, the pain is gone…"

Yoh collapsed into a chair sighing with relief. But suddenly, I looked to Yoh, gave him my puppy eyes saying with a moan, "Oh, I feel like eating a Wini Burger's cheeseburger." I dunno any place in japan to get burgers.. so I made one up..

"Wini Burgers?" Yoh cried, "that's an hour's drive away!"

"Ouch my leg!" I cried.

I took a pillow and literally had to hide my face behind it because I was laughing. Yoh had jumped up and sprinted out the door shouting back, "I'll be back in a couple hours!"

Two hours passed and sure enough, Yoh came panting in carrying that juicy, delicious Wini cheeseburger. But I pushed him away saying with a sigh, "I don't feel like it anymore. My stomach doesn't feel too good."

Yoh looked like he wanted to cry. But, he sat down and opened the hamburger. Just as he was about to take a bite, I said quickly, "Oh, maybe I am hungry."

Yoh paused and looked up at me strangely from his seat by my bed. His eyebrows were wrinkled with irritation, but I moaned again saying, "Oh! My legs! Not again! The pain!"

Yoh shoved the cheeseburger in my mouth and I smiled to myself again and again thinking, this is gonna be soooooo much fun!

Note: Evil PLOTS.. MUHAHAHAH.. dunt worri Hao lovers.. hes gonna show up soon.. be patient..