A Nindroid's Tears: Forgotten 2

by A. L. Huang

Zane is in an accident and goes into a coma. His family turns him off for a year, not realizing their Nindroid can perceive everything, even after dead. Can a touch after that long, from a loved one, bring him back? If he does return, will people accept him? What has changed in a year? He was intending to tell Pixal about his memories. Rated T for my usual violence stories.

7. Chapter 7: Cardiac Arrest

Chapter 7

Cardiac Arrest

My heart race races as I pull out the IV needle (specifically designed for oiling robots) and hastily half roll, half drop off the bed. My wound-ridden body screams at me in protest as I get to one knee with excruciating pain, falling forward on both hands. I inhale, forcing myself to my feet, leaning against the wall while staggering to the door. I turn the handle-even that takes plenty of effort-and rush outside-into the hall, and open the other door and desperately search the interior of the room, spotting a group of people gathered round a blood-stained bed. My stomach knots as I hurry around them, only to gaze upon m brother's sickly body. "Kai, no, please," I say weakly, dropping to both knees, ignoring the shooting pain, tears streaming down my face as a man rubs a jelly-like substance on two pads and rubs those together, and place them on my brother's bare chest.

"100 joules," the man says to another doctor. The doctor turns a knob on a machine that is attached by a wire to the pads. The other man heaves up with a popping sound, pulling my brother's chest with him.

A female doctor checks his pulse on his neck and shakes her head, telling the others, "200 joules."

They repeat the process, shocking my brother's heart, attempting to revive him. I cannot take my eyes off Kai's body, off the dead look on his face. I struggle to breathe, hoping with all of me that he will survive. They do it again, with three hundred joules this time, but to avail. "400 joules," the female doctor speaks in a professional manner, without the slightest hint of concern. I hear Melissa crying, waling, while she watches her husband passing, yet the monitor ceases ringing, and beeps. I stare as a wave of relief washes over me, and I finally look at the others. Melissa has her hands folded together against her head, her eyes shut tightly.

Jay is squeezing a woman's shoulder, and says breathlessly, "It's okay, Nya. Kai's okay; he'll be fine."

Nya? I hadn't recognized her, most likely because her hair is long, her bangs are to the side, and she looks pretty, for once (at least to me, unlike Jay or Cole, before she made her final decision). In Nya's arms is a baby, bundled up in a pink blanket, sleeping soundly, oblivious to everything around her. I place a hand on Kai's, feeling it's warmth of life comforting me, knowing he is safe for the present. The cold tears streak down my face and drop on my brother's arm. I close my eyes; then open them as one of the doctors takes my arm, puling me to my feet with an ungentle jerking motion. I stifle a cry, grimacing, and fall back to the cold floor, while Jay bends over me, saying, "Zane, we're taking you back to your room, okay?"

I barely manage a weak nod as the lightning ninja lifts me lightly off the ground, as if I weigh merely fifteen pounds or less. Melissa opens the door and Jay brings me back to my room, with Nya behind us. After he and I are in, Nya Walker shuts the door with one hand, leaving us two in the room and Jay carefully sets me in the bed. Pixal is nowhere to be seen. As he covers me with a sheet I retch, a sharp pain in my chest when the white cloth touches me. Jay instantly drops it on me and puts a hand on my shoulder asking, "Are you okay?"

I am in too much pain to respond, and raise my arm to pull the sheet off, and Jay does it for me. I fumble with my hospital shirt, pulling it up and look down to see my heart glowing green, with only a hint of blue hue left to be seen. Both Jay and I gasp. "What-what happened to you?" Jay points at it with his mouth slightly open.

I still cannot respond and roll off the other side of the bed before he can catch me, hitting my head with a dull thud, and grasp the bar of the bed, bending it significantly, nearly snapping it to. "Hey, hey, Zane!" Jay calls me and rushes round the bed, to my side.

"I want to go home," I whisper.

"What?"

"Take me to my father's-house," I tell him, gasping.

"But-" Jay stops as my eyes plead with him.

Pixal practically throws the door ajar and rushes to my side, grabbing my pale hand, "Zane, what's the matter?"

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