Chapter Four
Disclaimer: You know what? Don't even bother asking about whether I own them or not, (Except for the hospital interns, and Sevina, who are introduced in this chapter.) Unless you have been living under a rock for the past 17 years, you would know that these characters were created by the magnificent Jim Henson. Now that I have said that, there is no way that you can sue me.
Summary: Sarah, injured in an accident, calls on the one person who might be able to help her.
Hi everyone. Thought that I would be a good person and get a chapter out to you as quickly as possible. Just wan to take a moment and thank the people who have been giving me continued supports for both this story and all of my previous stories, (Which I encourage you to check out also.)
Also, just thought that I would say that some of the events that have taken place in the last chapter, and that will take place in this chapter are based on events that happened to a dear close friend of mine. Her love of Labyrinth actually helped me decide to include this portion into the story. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this one. And please feel free to leave me some feedback on what you think. I love reading it, and hope you love sending it. Here we go.
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"This has got to be the slowest shift in the history of the ER," one medical intern said to his companion as they walked down the hall.
"Tell me about it," his companion said. "I actually wish that I had some paperwork to catch up on so that I wouldn't be so bored."
As the two interns walked down the hall, they noticed that the waiting room was completely empty, except for one mother who was holding her sick child in her arms, rocking him and singing him to sleep.
All of a sudden, an ambulance pulled up and a gurney was unloaded carrying a person whose clothes were soaked in blood.
"White female hit head on by a car, driver says that she walked right into the street. Head trauma, broken humerus, fractured femur, and a possible broken pelvis. Her pulse is very weak and her blood pressure is 90 over 68.
The two interns rushed over to the gurney to see the woman and to help out in any way that they can. There on the gurney lay Sarah, her face bruised, her hair and clothes matted with blood, her body lifeless.
"She looks kinda familiar. Do you have a name for her?" one of the interns asked the paramedic.
"According to her driver's license, she is 24 years old and her name is Sarah Williams." The paramedic answered as they wheeled the gurney into a private trauma room, loaded with equipment to help heal her.
"I knew I recognized her from somewhere," the intern said. "I saw her in that tour of MacBeth about a week ago. She was magnificent." He felt a small pang at the thought that this talented young woman wouldn't be able perform ever again if they didn't work fast.
They transported Sarah to the bed that was standing in the middle of the room, and the paramedics rushed out in order to let the doctors work on Sarah.
They started out by taking a few quick x-rays of her midsection to see what condition her pelvis was in.
The other intern then moved to stand over Sarah, and began to call her name, and flashed a bright light in her eyes. "Sarah, can you hear me? Sarah?"
Sarah moaned as the bright light hit her eyes. She just wanted to crawl into a little ball and fall asleep, but she was strapped down and couldn't move. She was in so much pain.
"Sarah," the second intern continued, "Can you tell me where you are? Sarah, pay attention to me, do you know where you are right now?"
All Sarah could do was moan. She could feel the hot tears fill her eyes, tears that were partly from the pain that racked her body, and partly because of all the bright lights that were attacking her eyes.
"Jesus," the first intern said, holding up an x-ray that they had quickly taken when Sarah first came in. "Her pelvis is practically crushed. I don't know if she will be able to walk again."
"Well, she might not make it for more than a few days, the way that she is bleeding internally," the other orderly said, as he showed a tube that he had injected into Sarah's abdomen to check for internal bleeding. The tube revealed a rich, dark red fluid.
"Shit. She's bleeding out. We gotta do something to slow or stop it." The first orderly said, as he quickly moved around the bed to prepare to cut into Sarah. He first gave her some anesthesia to knock her out so she wouldn't feel anything.
Sarah, who was hearing everything the doctors were saying, began to tear up even more, and the tears spilled freely down her cheeks. Sarah could feel herself begin to slip away, and she began to panic. She didn't want to die, but just wanted to sleep for a little while. The more she felt slipping away, the more panicked she became.
Her mind flashed very quick bits of her life before her, the longest ones being from her trip to the Labyrinth. She saw a familiar looking figure, but she couldn't quite think of what his name was. The final memory that she saw was of this figure kneeling in front of her, holding a beautiful ring out to her, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eye.
Sarah called out, "Jareth," and succumbed to the darkness, leaving the doctors to continue working on her.
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Jareth sat up suddenly. Someone had contacted him, but he didn't know who it was.
He had been sitting in his throne room, pouting about his doomed fate and future marriage that he now had to face after Sarah had turned him down, when he had heard a faint whisper of his name. He had thought that it was nothing, and had blown it off. If it had been really important, the person would've called upon him again.
He had decided to walk down the halls of his castle, and ended up in his own private chambers. He stood over a balcony, looking out over his Labyrinth, when he heard the voice again. This time, it was louder, and the person sounded like she was in a great deal of pain.
Jareth conjured up a crystal, and said to it, "Show me who is calling me."
The crystal was foggy for a few quick seconds, then a blurry vision began to appear in it. When it had finally came into focus, Jareth was horrified to see Sarah, laying on a table, covered in blood, her body looked lifeless.
There were men standing all around her, poking, cutting and placing all different things into her. Jareth grew very angry, and he thought that they were the ones who had inflicted the pain on her.
Jareth could see the tears that had fallen from Sarah's eyes, and stained her cheeks. He couldn't imagine what she had been through, but he was going to take her away from it.
In a split second, the crystal had disappeared, and so had Jareth.
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The first intern had just finished stitching up an open would on Sarah arm when he felt a strong hand grab him and pull him away from Sarah. He turned to see a strange looking man, dressed in strange looking clothes, with strange looking hair standing behind him.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked the figure who stood before him, as he turned back to begin working on one of Sarah's other many wounds.
The figure didn't answer him, but rather picked him up and tossed him easily across the room. The man fell on a tray filled with surgical objects, causing it to crash on the floor and scattering the instruments everywhere.
The other inter tried to wrestle the figure away as he screamed at the nurses to call security, but the figure tossed him away just as carelessly as the first one. By now, all the nurses had run off to fetch the security guard for help, leaving the figure to stand over the body that lay on the bed.
He created a crystal out of thin air, and let it float down to hover over Sarah's broken body. It finally finished its flight, and when it touched Sarah skin, it popped. After a few seconds, Sarah's body began to glow brightly, and the figure carefully scooped her into his arms, being careful of her wounds and injuries.
The figure then straightened up and began to fade away, the woman in his arms. After a few short seconds, they both were gone.
The nurses returned with security on their heels, seeing that the figure who was there was gone, along with their patient. The only sign of a struggle was the two interns sprawled on the ground, dazed and wondering how they had ended up there.
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Jareth reappeared in his chambers, with Sarah in his arms. He carefully laid her on his bed, and summoned his guards to fetch Sevina, his healer. He focused all of his attention on the woman who lay before him, trying to use all the magic he could to help her heal.
"Your Majesty," he heard a voice say. He turned to see an older woman standing before him, a satchel in her hands.
"Sevina, please," Jareth moved over to his healer, and pushed her over to where Sarah lay. "Help her. Please, do whatever is necessary, but please help her."
"Your majesty," Sevina began. "She is a mortal. You know that she really isn't worth anyone's time down here in the Underground."
"She is worth my time," Jareth snapped at her angrily. He saw the look of uneasiness in his healer's eyes, and said in a quieter, but urgent voice, "She called for my help, and I feel I must help her. But my powers aren't strong enough. So I need you to help me heal her."
Sevina looked from the King down to the mortal woman who lay on the bed before them. Sevina knew that it wouldn't be very easy, but whatever it took, she would try and heal the mortal woman.
And with that thought, Sevina moved to begin healing Sarah, with Jareth standing over her, watching her every move, and helping out any way that he could.
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Okay, I know that this isn't the best place for me to finish a chapter, but I don't want to write too much at once, or else I won't be able to keep you in suspense. Please stay tuned for the next chapter, and please feel free to leave the feedback on your way out. I love receiving it; it gets me through my day. (Just kidding) I do love reading what you think, though, because it helps me work out what I am going to write in the future. Till next time.
Disclaimer: You know what? Don't even bother asking about whether I own them or not, (Except for the hospital interns, and Sevina, who are introduced in this chapter.) Unless you have been living under a rock for the past 17 years, you would know that these characters were created by the magnificent Jim Henson. Now that I have said that, there is no way that you can sue me.
Summary: Sarah, injured in an accident, calls on the one person who might be able to help her.
Hi everyone. Thought that I would be a good person and get a chapter out to you as quickly as possible. Just wan to take a moment and thank the people who have been giving me continued supports for both this story and all of my previous stories, (Which I encourage you to check out also.)
Also, just thought that I would say that some of the events that have taken place in the last chapter, and that will take place in this chapter are based on events that happened to a dear close friend of mine. Her love of Labyrinth actually helped me decide to include this portion into the story. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this one. And please feel free to leave me some feedback on what you think. I love reading it, and hope you love sending it. Here we go.
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"This has got to be the slowest shift in the history of the ER," one medical intern said to his companion as they walked down the hall.
"Tell me about it," his companion said. "I actually wish that I had some paperwork to catch up on so that I wouldn't be so bored."
As the two interns walked down the hall, they noticed that the waiting room was completely empty, except for one mother who was holding her sick child in her arms, rocking him and singing him to sleep.
All of a sudden, an ambulance pulled up and a gurney was unloaded carrying a person whose clothes were soaked in blood.
"White female hit head on by a car, driver says that she walked right into the street. Head trauma, broken humerus, fractured femur, and a possible broken pelvis. Her pulse is very weak and her blood pressure is 90 over 68.
The two interns rushed over to the gurney to see the woman and to help out in any way that they can. There on the gurney lay Sarah, her face bruised, her hair and clothes matted with blood, her body lifeless.
"She looks kinda familiar. Do you have a name for her?" one of the interns asked the paramedic.
"According to her driver's license, she is 24 years old and her name is Sarah Williams." The paramedic answered as they wheeled the gurney into a private trauma room, loaded with equipment to help heal her.
"I knew I recognized her from somewhere," the intern said. "I saw her in that tour of MacBeth about a week ago. She was magnificent." He felt a small pang at the thought that this talented young woman wouldn't be able perform ever again if they didn't work fast.
They transported Sarah to the bed that was standing in the middle of the room, and the paramedics rushed out in order to let the doctors work on Sarah.
They started out by taking a few quick x-rays of her midsection to see what condition her pelvis was in.
The other intern then moved to stand over Sarah, and began to call her name, and flashed a bright light in her eyes. "Sarah, can you hear me? Sarah?"
Sarah moaned as the bright light hit her eyes. She just wanted to crawl into a little ball and fall asleep, but she was strapped down and couldn't move. She was in so much pain.
"Sarah," the second intern continued, "Can you tell me where you are? Sarah, pay attention to me, do you know where you are right now?"
All Sarah could do was moan. She could feel the hot tears fill her eyes, tears that were partly from the pain that racked her body, and partly because of all the bright lights that were attacking her eyes.
"Jesus," the first intern said, holding up an x-ray that they had quickly taken when Sarah first came in. "Her pelvis is practically crushed. I don't know if she will be able to walk again."
"Well, she might not make it for more than a few days, the way that she is bleeding internally," the other orderly said, as he showed a tube that he had injected into Sarah's abdomen to check for internal bleeding. The tube revealed a rich, dark red fluid.
"Shit. She's bleeding out. We gotta do something to slow or stop it." The first orderly said, as he quickly moved around the bed to prepare to cut into Sarah. He first gave her some anesthesia to knock her out so she wouldn't feel anything.
Sarah, who was hearing everything the doctors were saying, began to tear up even more, and the tears spilled freely down her cheeks. Sarah could feel herself begin to slip away, and she began to panic. She didn't want to die, but just wanted to sleep for a little while. The more she felt slipping away, the more panicked she became.
Her mind flashed very quick bits of her life before her, the longest ones being from her trip to the Labyrinth. She saw a familiar looking figure, but she couldn't quite think of what his name was. The final memory that she saw was of this figure kneeling in front of her, holding a beautiful ring out to her, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eye.
Sarah called out, "Jareth," and succumbed to the darkness, leaving the doctors to continue working on her.
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Jareth sat up suddenly. Someone had contacted him, but he didn't know who it was.
He had been sitting in his throne room, pouting about his doomed fate and future marriage that he now had to face after Sarah had turned him down, when he had heard a faint whisper of his name. He had thought that it was nothing, and had blown it off. If it had been really important, the person would've called upon him again.
He had decided to walk down the halls of his castle, and ended up in his own private chambers. He stood over a balcony, looking out over his Labyrinth, when he heard the voice again. This time, it was louder, and the person sounded like she was in a great deal of pain.
Jareth conjured up a crystal, and said to it, "Show me who is calling me."
The crystal was foggy for a few quick seconds, then a blurry vision began to appear in it. When it had finally came into focus, Jareth was horrified to see Sarah, laying on a table, covered in blood, her body looked lifeless.
There were men standing all around her, poking, cutting and placing all different things into her. Jareth grew very angry, and he thought that they were the ones who had inflicted the pain on her.
Jareth could see the tears that had fallen from Sarah's eyes, and stained her cheeks. He couldn't imagine what she had been through, but he was going to take her away from it.
In a split second, the crystal had disappeared, and so had Jareth.
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The first intern had just finished stitching up an open would on Sarah arm when he felt a strong hand grab him and pull him away from Sarah. He turned to see a strange looking man, dressed in strange looking clothes, with strange looking hair standing behind him.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked the figure who stood before him, as he turned back to begin working on one of Sarah's other many wounds.
The figure didn't answer him, but rather picked him up and tossed him easily across the room. The man fell on a tray filled with surgical objects, causing it to crash on the floor and scattering the instruments everywhere.
The other inter tried to wrestle the figure away as he screamed at the nurses to call security, but the figure tossed him away just as carelessly as the first one. By now, all the nurses had run off to fetch the security guard for help, leaving the figure to stand over the body that lay on the bed.
He created a crystal out of thin air, and let it float down to hover over Sarah's broken body. It finally finished its flight, and when it touched Sarah skin, it popped. After a few seconds, Sarah's body began to glow brightly, and the figure carefully scooped her into his arms, being careful of her wounds and injuries.
The figure then straightened up and began to fade away, the woman in his arms. After a few short seconds, they both were gone.
The nurses returned with security on their heels, seeing that the figure who was there was gone, along with their patient. The only sign of a struggle was the two interns sprawled on the ground, dazed and wondering how they had ended up there.
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Jareth reappeared in his chambers, with Sarah in his arms. He carefully laid her on his bed, and summoned his guards to fetch Sevina, his healer. He focused all of his attention on the woman who lay before him, trying to use all the magic he could to help her heal.
"Your Majesty," he heard a voice say. He turned to see an older woman standing before him, a satchel in her hands.
"Sevina, please," Jareth moved over to his healer, and pushed her over to where Sarah lay. "Help her. Please, do whatever is necessary, but please help her."
"Your majesty," Sevina began. "She is a mortal. You know that she really isn't worth anyone's time down here in the Underground."
"She is worth my time," Jareth snapped at her angrily. He saw the look of uneasiness in his healer's eyes, and said in a quieter, but urgent voice, "She called for my help, and I feel I must help her. But my powers aren't strong enough. So I need you to help me heal her."
Sevina looked from the King down to the mortal woman who lay on the bed before them. Sevina knew that it wouldn't be very easy, but whatever it took, she would try and heal the mortal woman.
And with that thought, Sevina moved to begin healing Sarah, with Jareth standing over her, watching her every move, and helping out any way that he could.
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Okay, I know that this isn't the best place for me to finish a chapter, but I don't want to write too much at once, or else I won't be able to keep you in suspense. Please stay tuned for the next chapter, and please feel free to leave the feedback on your way out. I love receiving it; it gets me through my day. (Just kidding) I do love reading what you think, though, because it helps me work out what I am going to write in the future. Till next time.