I don't own Dragon Booster

Sitting up, Kitt, absent mindly, flipped through the channels of the VIDDScreen. Daytime shows were horrible. Switching the VIDDscreen off, the doctor entered the room. "When will I back out on the All City track and racing?" Kitt demanded.

"Not for a while, maybe a couple of months." answered the doctor.

"A couple of months?!"

"Miss Wonn, you have to calm down. You are in severe condition and can make yourself worse!"

"I have to defend a street racing title!"

"I know, but until you get better, no racing. I have some very unfortunate news. Due to the injuries to your abdomen, you acquired from the accident, it means that you won't be able to have a child."

At this point, she was devastated and ready to cry. After she was done racing, probably around an age like 26, all she wanted was a baby. Now, because of a pile up that she was a victim in, she lost that chance.

Noticing her change in mood, the doctor reassured her, "Don't worry. Miracles do happen. We will still have to do more tests."

"Thanks." Kitt replied as the doctor exited the room.

A nurse entered the room, carrying a tray laden with food, and told Kitt, "Here's something to eat. You need the nutrients."

"No thanks." Refused Kitt.

There was no way she could eat after this devastating news. How were they expecting her to eat after one of her dreams and ambitions was crushed? "Well, if you want something later, it's right here beside you on the beside table. If you need anything else, just press this red button and we'll be in here faster than a red dragon with thruster gear." The nurse informed as she set the tray down and left the hospital room.

Kitt continued to stare blankly at the food on her beside table. At least they took the tube out of her mouth. It was rather hard to breath with that thing down her throat. She knew it as trying to help her, but it only helped until she was out of her coma. Suddenly, she felt extremely sick and extremely queasy. Covering her mouth, she groped around for a bucket or pail or something. Putting her mouth over it, she threw up. Wiping her mouth with a towel, there was a scarlet substance covering it. Coughing, a dark red substance drenched the hospital gown she was in. Pressing the red button that the nurse told her to frantically, a doctor and a nurse hurried into the room as she coughed up more blood. "Code red! There's something wrong with her heart!" the nurse cried.

Kitt gagged as she had a tube shoved down her throat. She felt light headed as everything slowly faded to black.

Poor Kitt! Things just keep getting worse! She would make a good mother, wouldn't she?

R&R!