This is me, changing stuff and doing crap that you will very soon appriciate, I hope! lol!
Disclaimer: I know I know, I don't own Inuyasha...or the rest of the gang.
CHAPTER 2: HELP!
Kagome threw herself down into the grass next to Ryan Smith's tomb. It was the largest headstone in the entire graveyard, 'He must have been rich.' Kagome thought bitterly, "Owww!" Kagome was pulled from her bitter thoughts and rejoin reality. She jerked away form Sango's prodding fingers, "Leave it alone!" she wanted to scream but her voice was barely above a whisper. Sango glared and continued searching, she was trying to pinpoint the exact spot where Kagome had been hit.
"Get off me!" Kagome hissed as Sango's finger poked in just the right spot. "I'll be fine!" Kagome seethed as she smacked her friend's hand away. Sango never knew when enough was enough. Though Kagome did appriciate the concern.
"Shhhh!" Sango pressed her finger to her lips as Kagome perked up at the sound of sirens and an approaching police car. They both sank low to the ground as the headlights passed over their hiding spot. They watched silently waiting as the policeman first knocked on the door to confirm the house, and then did a scan of the area. He was obviously lazy for he didn't even bother to check the cemetery, or anywhere out of their yard. He shone his flashlight here and there, obviously still tired. It was after all 2 o'clock in the morning.
"Kagome you still alive?" Sango joked as the police drove away, it had been nearly and hour and the girls hadn't spoken or moved during the whole procedure. Kagome's stiff form remained lifeless on the ground, her breathing had slowed greatly and Sango couldn't even see the rise and fall of her chest. "Kagome?" worry flooded Sango's voice as she nudged Kagome. When Kagome's head lolled to the side lifelessly, Sango got up and checked for a pulse. She was breathing but it was coming to her in small gasps now, as if an airway was blocked. Fearful of her friends death Sango struggled with jittery hands to pull out her cell phone. She dialed Miroku's number so fast that even speed dial couldn't have been a better idea. Miroku was their tech man and get away driver, and Sango cursed as it took him two rings to pick up.
"Sango? Are you two ok? I heard sirens. What's taking you guys so long?" Miroku didn't let Sango get a word in for a good minute and it took all of her will power not to scream at him irrationally. She heard the sounds of an engine and knew Miroku was starting the vehicle.
"I need you to come pick us up," Sango finally got a chance to speak but her voice was brittle and Miroku didn't need anymore explanation, not that Sango knew that. She went on anyway not able to keep her tears at bay. "Kagome's hurt, please hurry I don't know what to do." Sango's small voice was frantic. Miroku could tell it was serious, Sango after all was a pretty level headed person.
"Apply pressure to the wound, I'll be there in five." Miroku hung up and sped off to get his girls, though they didn't like it, he always refered to them as his girls. As he pulled into the cemetary he was careful, watching the house down the street. He knew they'd be watching for any vehicle activity. He knew they didn't have long. He glanced around as he got out and he spotted Sango standing and waving in his direction. Getting back in he pulled the vehicle as close as possible and quickly jumped out to help Sango.
He looked Kagome over before deciding what to do. "Go open the door I'll bring her over." Sango sprinted over to the car with Kagome's laptop in hand, and as frantic as she was Miroku knew he was going to be worse. He dropped down to pick up Kagome's still lifeless body. He quickly ran to the car her body in his arms 120 pounds of dead weight. Careful of her head and bleeding side he laid her body over the towels in the back seat that Sango had prepared for them. He lifted her shirt where he could clearly see blood stained on her black top.
"Oh my," Sango flinched as she saw the gash in Kagome's side. It was a good four inches deep and was bleeding nonstop. It was no wonder she had passed out and was now unresponsive. Miroku grabbed a towel from under the seat and pressed it to the wound to stop the bleeding. He took Sango's hand and put it where his had been. "Hold this." He directed her as he looked Kagome over for any other wounds. She did as she was told constantly saying sorry and blaming herself to the point where Miroku had to slap her out of her hysterics.
"Sorry, I needed that." Sango was level headed again and now seemed to be able to handle the situation.
Miroku took a few seconds to debate his options. He knew that they needed to leave soon otherwise the people in nearby houses would wonder what they were doing out here in the night. He inwardly groaned knowing just where they'd have to go. "We're taking her to the hospital." Miroku decided.
"No!" Kagome whispered harshly shocking her friends into sudden silence, she tried to sit up but the dizziness got the best of her and she fell back not able to put up a fight.
"We're going to the hospital and that's final!" Miroku stated, knowing she wasn't up for a fight at the moment. Sango got into the back to change into her regular clothing, as Miroku hopped into the drivers seat. "Ready?" Sango gave a slight nod her face the epitome of serious, and then pulled off her black work out suit. She changed quickly and then changed Kagome it would looked suspicios if she showed up in all black. She got the clothes on the began thinking of a story that would be believable and then she was doing as she was instructed and applying pressure to Kagome's wound.
Miroku sped off down the road in the opposite direction of the Takahashi house. He watched for Fifth Avenue knowing it would lead him to the hospital. The roads lead him in what seemed like a circle but he eventually came to the small hospital it was a two story building that didn't look certified but it would have to do. Center Creek Hospital was one of those hospitals that looked like what you'd see on a soap opera. The walls were all painted an ugly green and the furniture was only made to use in moderation. After parking the car Miroku grabbed Kagome from the backseat in a hurry he left Sango but she kept up on her own. He carried her in his first reaction was to yell for a doctor.
"I need a doctor! My friend's been wounded!" Miroku rushed in the ER doors and in seconds a group of men in white coats and women in green outfits that complimented the walls rushed to him and took Kagome from him. They placed her on a gurney and immediatly started asking him questions and talking to each other. They decided quickly a plan of action and before he knew it Kagome was being whisked away on a stretcher the doctors speaking in code the only word he knew was stat.
A/N: i know this one is short but I'll probably update again today! So i won't leave you hanging to long. I'm also up for sugestions but i'm pretty sureI know exactly where I'm going with this one!