A/N: Sorry about the wait, but I've been extremely busy. This chapter will probably be a little short, but hey, at least it's something.
Chapter 15
Seifer was starting to lose consciousness. If the medics didn't tend to him soon, he wasn't going to make it. He examined his severed right arm, the disembodied appendage laying in a large pool of blood. Then, he looked at his elbow. The cut was horrible.
The chances of the arm being reattached were slim to none. "Oh, shit." He said, assessing the damage. It seemed he would spend the rest of his life without a right arm. Just when things were going good for him, something like this had to happen. God had a strange sense of humor.
Quistis was growing anxious. Or, it was more fitting to say she was growing more anxious. The blonde strode toward the lead medic, a disgruntled look on her face. "Is there any chance that you might be able to get him out of there today?" She said, frustrated.
"Calm down ma'am, our equipment is up, we are preparing to lift him out of the shaft." He replied.
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Selphie sat anxiously in the waiting room, awaiting Zell's results. The nerve racking situation took it's toll on her entire body, making her a complete mess. She had finally made up her mind. If Zell made it out of this, she would confess her feelings.
Within minutes, the doctor stepped out of the emergency room, a grim look on his face.
Selphie stood up quickly, wringing her hands nervously. "Is he ok?"
"Yes, he's stable, but…" The doctor started.
"But what?" Selphie's heart sank.
"He has sustained serious head damage. I'm afraid his intellect will be effected, to an extent I cannot fully determine yet. Although, the only thing I can definitively tell you is that his IQ will sufer at least a fifteen point drop."
Selphie let out a sigh of relief. He may not have shown it, but Zell was a smart guy. His IQ was 135, and so even extensive damage would leave him at an average level of intelligence. "Can I see him?" Selphie asked hopefully.
"Yes, you can." The doctor said, gesturing in the direction of his room.
The brunette made her way toward the blonde's room, thankful that he was alive. As she stepped through the doorway, she saw him, laying on the bed, barely conscious. "Hey." She said quietly. Zell's head shifted, meeting her gaze.
"How are you feeling?" Selphie asked.
"That's a… Stupid question." Zell said weakly, smiling.
Selphie smiled back, and took a seat in the chair next to the bed. Slowly, she grasped his bruised hand, looking upon his battered body. "Listen, I need to tell you something. I was afraid to tell you before because I wasn't sure you felt the same. I guess being rejected by Irvine caused that…"
Zell coughed slightly. "If you don't mind, cut to the… Chase." Zell mumbled.
Selphie nodded, squeezing his hand. "Zell, I love you. I want to be with you."
Zell's eyes widened slightly, showing the surprise that filled him. Of all things he thought she might say, this was the last thing he would've expected. "I'm sorry…" Zell started, as Selpie's heart sank once again, until Zell finished his sentence. "That we have to confess our love for each other in such a damn screwed up situation, but I feel the same.
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The wench on the ambulance began to lift Seifer from the shaft, as the one armed blonde, strapped to the stretcher came into Quistis's view. She immediately cringed at his situation.
Slowly, the medics loaded Seifer into the ambulance.
Quistis leapt forward, just before the doors closed. "I love you!" She exclaimed. She thought it would be the last words he would ever hear her say.
