Your Kind….
Chapter 4: Worse than I thought…….
By: Jen "The Stampede" Motou
I glared into his normally Cold blue eyes, and he paused a moment so I snapped again. "What do you want?!" He looked away, let out a sigh, and then looked at me. "Your…er…The pilot woke up. The Doctors sent me to find you. They said you wanted to know." He spoke in an unusually sympathetic tone. He smiled softly, and patted me on the shoulder as he left. "Yzak…" I mumbled, and headed to the Infirmary. I sighed, as the door slid open. My eyes tracked the floor as I made my way into it's deeper area- I felt bad for what I said- "Kira and I have no place in your FUCKING WAR!" - I should have never raised my voice to the Commander. "Ah. Athrun." One of the doctors spoke. "How is he?" I said looking up. "He's calm now…much better than earlier…" "Earlier…Is he still awake?" "No he's been asleep for about a half an hour. All thought the first thing he said when he woke was "Athrun." Do you know him." My face went into another sad smile, as I walked to the bed where Kira lie. He lay asleep, silent. He looked rather calm, for all the pain he was in. He also though –and I guess this more striking- looked so young, so Innocent, as he lay there his shaggy brown locks askew, scattered in eyes. The blanket covered him up to his waist, as he slept –bare-chested. His Pilot suit lay in a waded mess on the opposite bed's once white sheets. I sighed and pulled a chair next to his bedside.
His Breathing was heavy, and wounds great. There were so many more small cuts lining his upper half than I had thought. My eyes ended up following one of the various IV's stuck in Kira's arm, the wires led my eyes to a metal plate filled with medical knives and tweezers, there were shards of plastic, covered in blood resting on the tray. "What's all that?" I asked. "Oh, that." The female doctor said looking away from me. She pulled a chair next to mine, and got a look in her eyes, as if she had to tell her child their dog has died. "Well, we think you should go have a look at his cockpit. We can't be sure until you do. But quite a few of the cuts on his body, had shards of plastic and metal buried deep in them. We only took out about a quarter of the shards, until he started to regain conscious and began to moan in pain. I know you probably don't want to hear this kid, But we don't know if he'll make it." My eyes dropped to the floor at her words. 'What do I do if Kira dies? It's my fault isn't it?' "The bad thing is, is not the gashes up and down his body, but that left arm of his. We just got it to stop bleeding in a stream about 7 minutes ago. He's lost a lot of blood." "I see." I knew the wound in Kira's arm was bad, but I didn't even stop to think if it could be fatal or not. My eyes traced up the bed side and to his face again. He looked so calm, so innocent. 'Kira how could I let this happen to you? Why didn't you just listen to me?'
I sat there for probably 16 or 17 minutes before the door slid open and Dearka came rushing through. "Athrun!! Athrun!!" He screamed, worry/ fear in his voice. "Dearka what is it?" I said standing up. "It's Nicol! He sent me for you….You gotta see this…it took us forever to get past the Mechanics, but come on!" As the words spilled out he grabbed me by my hand and drug me out the door. "Take good care of him!" I spat at the doctors, as I was pulled from the room. "Dearka where are we going?!! What's up?"
We soon stood in the Launch Bay, and he was pulling me towards Kira's machine. "What are you doing Dearka?!!" I demanded an answer again, but got no reply. "Nicol! Nicol! I got him! He's here!!" He just shouted out into the distance….and pulled me up to the cockpit of X-105 Strike, my Best Friend's Machine and ticket to demise. "Athrun look….." Nicol said and pulled me into the Cockpit of the Strike.
To Be Continued……