"MOTHER FUCKER!"
Shinji looked up towards the bathroom and froze, letting the noodles fall back into the styrofoam cup. A loud slamming accompanied by a flood of angry shouting poured out from behind the door. As the shock wore off he jumped up and ran towards the noise.
"Asuka? What's going on in there?" He knocked, afraid to open the door. She shouted again, changing her tone towards him then back again - or he assumed that was the case anyway. He had no idea what she was saying.
A few seconds later he had built up the nerve to look in, only to find a naked Asuka standing in the middle of a demolished bathroom beating a broken sink with the toilet seat. Blood layed in pools on the floor, it dripped from just about everything in varient sized splashes. Her head was bleeding heavily. The two shades of red blended together like a painting of a pheonix. Her fists also bled, as did her feet from the broken pieces of mirror and chips of sink strewn about the floor. It looked like a lavatory themed war-zone.
Shinji slid as he dove to grab the toilet seat from her. He wacked it out of her hand with his wrist. It spun wildly in midair before landing in the tub. She struggled to get free and shouted louder as he locked his arms around her in a restraining bear hug. Reflexively he started to let go, but tightened his grip as a sharp piece of sink in the back warned him of what she could do.
"Asuka! Asuka! Stop it!"
She responded furiously with a knee to his groin. He could barely keep hold as the pain petrified him. Not knowing what else to do he gritted his teeth and dragged her kicking and screaming away from the sharp wreckage and into the living room.
Asuka collapsed to the floor as he let her go. It was a total meltdown. Almost the second she landed she started hyperventilating. Tears ran down her face in whole streams.
"Always crying," she thought to herself, "how disgusting."
He looked down at her. Her face was towards the floor. Seeing her like this was traumatizing. What should he do? Misato would not be home until late.
"Are you all right?" He knelt down next to her, still debating whether or not to call an ambulance.
She glanced upwards through bloody tears; his usually white shirt looked like it had been uniquely tie-dyed . Everywhere on her started to sting, like the reaction had somehow been delayed. It only made her whail and cry more. She coughed, spitting as she started to black out.
"Asuka! Stay awake! Don't go to sleep!" He screamed at her from the top of his lungs. She was completely down now; her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Dr. Akagi! The idea raced through his head. She would know what to do. She could get someone over to help faster than an ambulance. He ran for the phone, shaking as he scrambled to dial the number.
"Hell-?"
"Dr. Akagi?" he cut her off like a panicked child, "Asuka's hurt, I need help, she needs help, I don't know what to do she was in the bathroom and I heard a scream so I knocked and she kept screaming and I went in and there was blood and glass everywhere so I-"
"Shinji slow down. Is she all right?" Her voice dropped to an almost worried tone.
"I don't know!"
"I'm sending someone over there now. Is she concious?"
"No"
"Listen to me, go make sure she's still breathing. Paramedics will be over there in just a minute."
Thanks for the reviews. Going for less cliched but having trouble with the longer part. I think I'm just going to restructureit when it's complete (that's my4in the morningthinking anyway.) Sorry it's been so long, I've been really busy. I finally know where this story is going though so hopefully I won't be so slow in the future.