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A/n: Exams. Life is one test after another. In mine, it's one exam after another, literally. I hope the format turns out right. This is kinda short, but this is all the time a can contribute to writing this at this point of time. I'm just posting this short bit before running for for a LONG LONG period of mugging for exams, during which I will be MIA for a month or so.
Recap:
As the two of them left the ship, he received a message from Athrun.
' Thank you very much, Nicol.'
Stranded
Chapter 5
Athrun glared at the cool metal door angrily. Commander Creuset has told him, "The Strike's pilot is a POW and will be treated as such. I've seen how you've been treating him. And I know he's your friend, but he has chosen his place in this war. Has to be responsible for his own actions. Now that he has been captured by ZAFT, I want you to regard him as any other Natural Soldier."
"Yes, I ordered for the POW to be sent to the Carpentaria General Hospital. I've sent somebody there to receive him. Has the person arrived then?"
Athrun could hear Commander Creuset's voice through the door. It was a little quirk of coordinators, enhanced hearing. Athrun was not stupid, he knew what they were talking about. He pursed his lips together, took a deep breath and pressed his ear against the metal.
"In that case, if you don't mind, please go with the POW then. I'm counting on you, Nicol."
Athrun heaved a sigh of relief, he jogged away from the control room in a much lighter mood. When he finally reached his room, he removed his jacket and took his mobile phone from the phone holder. He had 2 unread messages. He opened the first one, it was from Lacus.
'I hope you're eating well. Do visit when you visit PLANT again.'
Athrun let out a small smile and saved the message. He opened the other one.
'I will be escorting the POW to Carpentaria General Hospital. – Nicol'
Athrun quickly typed a reply
' Thank you very much, Nicol.'
A message flashed on his computer then. It said that they were off duty until further notice. Athrun was elated! He thought that he would be able to visit Kira then. He
Found a change of clothes, and showered, washing all the dirt and grime of the day away. He was even humming a soft tune as he showered. Everything would be fine, everything would be fine.
After the shower, he grabbed his phone, wallet and his pass and headed outside of the base. The weather was fine, everything was going to be fine. 'except Kira. Except the commander.' Athrun's mind supplied. No he would not think that. It was a lovely day and everything would be fine.
As he drove the rented car, we sent a text message to Nichol via his mobile phone asking for the ward number. After 5 minutes, there was still no reply, Athrun started to get worried. He was still 5 minutes away from the hospital, and his pulse rate seemed to increase with each passing second. Why wasn't Nichol replying?
Soon, the grey concrete building of Carpentaria General Hospital loomed ahead, it looked rather forbidding, or perhaps it was Athrun's anxieties playing tricks on his mind. Athrun increased the speed of his driving, and almost immediately, he parked his car and stalked anxiously towards the reception.
" May I know which ward is currently under ZAFT's jurisdiction? It is one which has been secure recently only, a POW has been sent here just a few hours ago." Athrun enquired politely.
"Sir, I'm afraid, I'm not given authority to tell civilians." The young blonde nurse said apologetically.
Athrun took his military ID out of his wallet and flashed it at the nurse.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, please hold on while I check please," she said, typing a few commands to the computer and writing down a number on a small scrap of paper. After a few second, the Nurse handed the scrap of paper to Athrun and murmured a soft ' thank you for waiting'. She seemed intimidated by his being military personnel.
The hospital seemed eerily quite, especially for one situated so close to a military base. The halls were silent, devoid of the usual crowds of visiting relatives and friends. It was a good sign, Athrun supposed. He took his phone out of his pocket again, frowning at the lack of a response from Nichol.
And as he approached his destination, the serene silence of the hospital was broken by the screeching of wheels against the floor, shouting and the ear-piercing clanking of metal hitting each other. Athrun's easy walk was immediately a full-fledged run, and nothing could have prepared him for the scene ahead.
A/N: sorry, for ending at such an awkward place, but it was all I could get up before the mugging period starts and I have no time to write. On a much lighter note, Stranded will be ending soon, in a few chapters time, not very long, but I think, I'd rather not have this develop into a more than 15 000 word story. And if this works out, it will be the first fic I actually complete! Hurray! Anybody wants to archive? If so, pleas e-mail me, and after it's completely, I'll compile the chapters into larger ones for easy reading. Thank you for all your kind support.
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