Ch. 2
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Sigh I am SOOO sorry that I haven't updated lately. I was transferring a few files, and somehow I managed to screw up and I lost this chapter. I don't normally take this long to update…. Argh, losing data is frustrating. Where's Heero when ya need him?
Salvation
As Heero walked at a brisk pace, he observed his surroundings. No longer was he in the rich area of town, he had somehow followed his feet intothe poorer district. Run down homes and broken cars glared at him as he walked. Graffiti in all different colors decorated the sides of the homes, and in some cases, cars. Sirens could be heard in the distance, and a group of homeless people huddled around a trashcan containing fire. This was the peace Heero had fought for. He was one of the lucky ones. Most of the soldiers whom had fought for peace ended up with no job, and no home. Compensation for fighting was little, not nearly enough to live off of. Despite that, many soldiers were just that - soldiers. There simply were not enough jobs to fill the demand.
Heero was brought out of his musings by a whimper coming from a nearby alley.Drawing his gun, Heero glanced down the alleyway. Crouching down low, he scanned the surrounding area. Nothing but a few trashcans and scattered litter. Putting his gun back into its holster, Heero began to walk out of the alley when he heard something moan. Pulling out his gun again, Heero walked up to the trashcans. Moving a trashcan aside with his foot, Heero felt his breath catch in his throat.
It was a young girl, no more then twenty years old. Ugly dark bruises decorated her naked body, and a small pile of rags was all that remained of her clothes. Heero took off his jacket and covered her as best he could. Lifting her small body up, Heero ran as fast as he could to Quatre's mansion. One word ran rampantly throughout his mind.
Fuck.
Sally Po sipped her tea demurely as she glanced at the clock. Her favorite soap opera was coming on in a few minutes. Eagerly, Sally picked up the remote and tuned into her favorite station. Sighing softly, Sally's eyes softened as she watched Brett lean in to kiss Beatrice. Their mouths inched closer and closer, as Sally inched closer and closer to her television set.
RING RING RING RING RIIIING
And thus the spell was broken. Growling, Sally snatched up her phone.
"You better have a damn good reason for interrupting me." Sally's annoyed face took on one of concern as she listened to whoever was on the other line. "Yes, I can be there in about 15 minutes. Yes Quatre, I know which house it is. It's the biggest house on the block. Bye." Hanging up, Sally turned off her TV set and grabbed her medical bag as she ran out her front door.
Serena opened her eyes and wished she were dead. Her throat burned, and her back and chest felt as if she had just gone for a lovely little swim in hydrochloric acid. Grimly, Serena surveyed her surroundings. It looked as if she were in a hospital. Sighing, Serena yanked out the IV. A shrill noise came from a machine nearby, nearly giving Serena a heart attack. All she wanted was some peace and quiet, damnit. Was that so much to ask for? Glaring at the machine, Serena hoped it would spontaneously combust. Unfortunately, the only thing that resulted from the ear-piercing screech was the headache that was beginning to grow behind Serena's temples.
Sally Po strode in her patient's room only to hear an ear-shattering wail coming from one of the machines. And there, in bed, was her patient, glaring at the machine for all she was worth. Frowning slightly, Sally walked up to the machine and pulled the plug. No need for it now…. Unfortunately, it seemed that the machine was possessed, because it just kept on screeching. Then Sally remembered Quatre saying something about a battery backup for all medical machinery. Sally had just the cure for the incessant babbling of the monstrosity. Smirking slightly, Sally went to the closet and took out a baseball bat.
Wufei was simply walking by the infirmary when he heard it.
THUMP "Harder you say? As you wish, you piece of crap!" THUMPTHUMP Wufei leaned closer to the infirmary door. "Ha! Take that! And that!" THUMP THUMP THUMP A trickle of blood began to escape Wufei's nose, when a moan of despair came from Sally. "No! Those were my new pants!" When he heard the creaking of bedsprings, Wufei decided to put a stop to this most inappropriate behavior. Opening the door, Wufei's eyes met a site that he most certainly didn't expect to find.
Sally was on top of one of the beds in the infirmary, holding a baseball bat high above her head. A small smudge of oil could be found on her apparently new suede pants, and directly below the warrior woman was a dented machine. Oil was leaking out onto the floor, and the screen was cracked. Serena was huddled on her bed, staring at both Sally and the machine.
"Eheh…hey Wufei…uh…what's up? Heh…" Sally rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, and climbed down from the bed. Wufei just turned around and walked out of the room, muttering about 'crazy onnas' and 'injustice'. Straightening her back, Sally turned to her patient.
Serena stared in disbelief. This was the woman who had been taking care of her? Gods…I'm lucky to be alive...Serena opened her mouth to say something to the warrior, only to realize that no sound other than a slight rasp would come out. Sally looked at her patient sympathetically.
"I'm sorry, but it seems that whoever roughed you up also permanently damaged your vocal chords. You have suffered extensive third degree burns on your back and chest, and I'm also afraid that you've been raped. I'm so sorry. By the time Heero found you, your tormentor had already fled the scene. Here," Sally handed Serena a glass of water. "drink this." Sally watched as Serena gulped thirstily at the water, and winced slightly. She probably could been a bit more subtle when she was telling Serena her injuries. When Serena finished, Sally took the glass and gave Serena a tablet of paper and a pen. "You can use this to communicate until we figure something else out. My name is Sally Po, and I'm the head doctor here at the Preventors. Serena, we have found out who did this to you, and the Preventors are willing to help bring down Darien Chiba. We will, however, need your help. You will have to be protected, at all times."
Sally paused and looked at the computer. "The only thing we can do at this point to help your injuriesis to prevent infection in those burns. If you don't mind, I'd like to put you in the sleep-chamber. You'd be in there for about 4 weeks, and when you wake up those burns should be almost completely healed. What do you say?" Serena looked down at her hands and nodded slightly. "All right, just allow me to fit this mask over your mouth and nose…" Sally put a mask over Serena's nose and mouth, and flipped a switch. Serena's eyes drooped, and she felt her whole world go black.
Sally sighed slightly as she prepared the sleep chamber. Why would anyone want to harm someone so innocent and trusting? Lifting Serena up and placing her in the chamber, Sally set the timer for 4 weeks. See ya in a month, kid. Sally turned out the lights, and closed the door to Serena's room.
AN: This chappie is a little longer then the last one. I made it mostly Sally-oriented though. I dunno, I don't really like this one that much. Please R&R!