Melancholy
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I see you two around the place often.
And to answer InspiredByMiyazaki's question: Yes, it was definitely the funnel cakes. xD
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Not much hope.
Those were the three words that I woke up to.
I struggled to open my eyes, and there was Doctor Hamu, standing next to Panda. He looked very guilty.
"OW!" the searing pain hit my stomach again. I wanted to faint, as it still felt like there was a fire in my stomach afterwords.
"Pashmina! Are you okay?" Panda darted over to me. I smiled weakly.
"I guess so," I moaned. The pain was left as embers now. "...Doctor? What did you mean by...not much hope?"
The doctor hesitated, and before he could answer-
"He gave you the wrong medicine!" Panda glared at the Doctor angrily. I was shocked. I've never heard Panda like this.
"Wh-why yes, I'm afraid I have..." the Doctor stammered weakly. "And that's very dangerous, so you're on a rocky edge right now..."
"WHY WEREN'T YOU MORE CAREFUL!" Panda snapped brutally. "I should report you and have your license taken away! Or you should go to jail or murder!"
"Panda, please don't say that..." I begged. "I'm not dead."
"Sorry, Pashmina," I could notice that he was on a verge of tears.
"And..." I looked over to the doctor, whom was standing, pale near the corner. "...he was in a hurry today...wasn't he?"
"Yesterday," Panda corrected gruffly. I must have looked surprised, because he said, "Your owner was still out, yesterday."
"Oh, then yesterday."
"That's not a good reason, Pashmina, for him to cause this." He was right. But I didn't have any time to worry about it then because:
"AAH!" the blow hit again, my stomach now burning like wildfire. I clutched my stomach tightly, until the Doctor loosened it.
"Not a good idea, ma'am," he told me. My eyes were threatening to close. Sweat poured down my face. I felt something wash it off. I looked up. Panda was holding a washcloth. I smiled.
"Don't you have medicine for this?" Panda asked roughly to the Doctor. The Doctor shook his head.
"No, I'm afraid not," he stammered. He tackled his First Aid kit and came up with a very large purple circle. "Tylenol?"
"That's human medicine, Doctor," I strained, trying to think about other things besides the pain.
"Oh, right, no more risks," he tossed it back in and took out an aspirin.
"Don't make me say it."
"Sorry."
I refused to accept that my life was on the line. I couldn't think about me dying. I couldn't leave Penelope, or Panda, or Sandy, or Hamtaro, or anyone else. I would just make them miserable.
I burst into tears. The searing pain hit again, and I let a out a loud cry. Panda got to his knees and washed my sweaty head. "It's okay, Pashmina," he said softly. "It's okay..."
"She does have a chance," the Doctor said quietly. "But not very much, I'm afraid. If she falls into a coma, it's probably done."
"No..." I heard Panda whisper. A tear drop landed onto my forehead.
"I'm sorry, Panda-kun," the Doctor backed away, his box strapped onto his back. "Do you need me to stay?"
"No, just...leave."
"Goodbye." He was gone, and a shadow was inching down the tree outside of my window.
"That damned idiot," I heard Panda swear under his breath.
"Panda...everyone makes mistakes..."
"Not ones as serious as this!"
Silence.
"Do the others know?" I whispered. The fire in my stomach grew down to a burning tingle. My head was heavy, and my body was paralyzed. Panda nodded slightly.
"I asked Mei to tell them..." he bit his lip. The sun was going down into an orangey blur.
"Is Mimi coming back soon?" I asked worriedly. Panda frowned reluctantly. "Yes."
"Go, Panda, she'll be worried. I'm just going to sleep."
"All right." Panda stood up and walked to the window. He hesitated, then turned around. "Pashmina, could you just make me one promise?"
"Of course...shoot."
"Please...just hang on." His voice broke. Then he left.
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A/N: Ooh, a bit more angst there. I guess it wasn't the funnel cakes...sorry for the short chapter.