First Day To The Rest Of Disaster pt.3

The warm sun streamed down onto the field. The air was filled with the sweet scent of lilacs and lilies filled as a gentle breeze blew over the two. Laying her head in the elder one's lap, she slept soundlessly as a soft hand caressed her hair.

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"We're losing her!" A cat like man in scrubs yelled as he cut what was left of the girl's tee shirt away as a nurse prepared the defibrillators.

"Clear!" A six armed nurse yelled as he applied the paddles on her chest. A loud beep was heard as her body reacted to the electricity. The cardiac monitor still showed a long line as a beep was heard.

"No response!" The cat like nurse yelled.

"Increase to 1450!" The nurse said as they set the defibrillator up more. "Clear!" The electricity surged through the girl's body again.

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The warmth of the sun was slowly replaced by an icy chill as cloud rolled in. The sweet flowers were replaced with the bitter smell of suffocating smoke. Even the once soft hand was now cold and rough. Snapping awake, she panicked as a hooded demon sat before her. She desperately tried to run off when it bony hand grabbed her ankle. She tried to pull herself free when its other hand slammed into her back. She let out a mute scream as she felt its hand raked down the sensitive skin.

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"We've got a pulse!" A female nurse cried as the cardiac monitor finally began to beep in response.

"Turn her over!" Gently turning the girl over, the surgical team finally got to work on closing the open wounds on her back. Outside in the waiting room, two men came busting in. One was Warp Darkmatter, partner to the girl in operation's father, Buzz Lightyear. Running up to Commander Nebula, Buzz began asking questions a mile a minute.

"What happened? How is she? Will she be alright? How did this happen? HOW IS SHE?" Nebula grabbed Buzz's shoulders in an effort to calm him down.

"She's in surgery. But since I'm not family, they haven't told me much more than that." Buzz began to shake in anger.

"How did this happen? Why was there a real Hodge wodge in the simulated test?"

"Mace Tailed Bog Hog." A woman's voice said sternly. Stepping close to the men, she adjusted her glasses. "And it wasn't real, it was a simulated robot. The spikes on its tail were supposed to retract and cover the victim with paint. But somehow it malfunctioned and acted like the real thing." Buzz squinted at the woman before he remembered where he had seen her before.

"Gabby?" He asked. "Gabby Cosmos?" Not once did her face changed from its hateful scowl.

"Hello, Buzz." She spat coldly. Buzz glared and marched over to her.

"Why are you here? This is your entire fault!" He yelled. "My daughter, my only child, nearly got impaled by your malfunctioning hunk of junk!"

"That is not my fault! The robot was working properly before the test! Its signals were jammed by an outside source!" She yelled. "And about your daughter, why didn't you tell me that she survived? For 20 years I've been mourning over my friend and her child only to discover that she's alive and well, and at a test to hire someone to fill Ozma's position no less!" Buzz glared at her and was about to respond, when a doctor walked out of the operating room.

"Are you Jillian Lightyear's parent/guardian?" Buzz grabbed the man and began questioning him.

"Yes, yes, how is she? Is she alright? Can I see her? Am I too late? HOW IS SHE?" Gently releasing himself from the frantic father's grip, he looked him in the eye.

"I'm not going to lie to you. We lost her a couple of times, but we've got her stable. She isn't able to talk at the moment because we have her heavily sedated. But you're welcome to stay with her in her room." A young nurse had Buzz follow her to his daughter's room. Gabby walked up to the doctor and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Did you recover what I asked for?" Nodding a bit he handed a small jar to her, in which she quickly placed in her jacket's pocket.

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Buzz hated hospital rooms. The cold chairs, the bland white painted walls, the sickly smell of disinfectant. But most of all were the memories they held for him. He jolted when Jill moved a bit. Opening her eyes she took a sharp breath as the burning pain struck her back. Buzz quickly rushed to her side and held her hand before patting it.

"It's alright sweetie, Daddy's here. Everything's going to be okay." She looked at him weakly before moaning something. "What was that, honey?" She groaned this time. "What would you like?" She glared at him.

"I said I want you to stop leaning on my morphine drip!" She hissed as he noticed that he was leaning on the tube that pumped the painkiller into the injured girl. Quickly sitting upright, he chuckled a bit as the backup medicine entered her bloodstream. Taking a deep relaxed breath, Jill felt the pain in her back numb away slowly as Buzz seemed lost in thought as he gazed upon her bandaged torso.

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The room seemed cold and dark as he gazed upon her still form. The white sheet that was placed over her almost felt like a magic act. It would be yanked away and she would be alive and well and all of this would be a bad dream. But there was no final act or grand finally. All that remained was her cold hand in his and a broken heart in his chest.

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"Dad?" He returned to the present when Jill poked his arm.

"Huh? Oh, sorry sweetie. What was that?" He asked as he patted her arm.

"I said, when can I get back to training?" Buzz blinked in confusion and bewilderment. Was she serious?

"Uh, Sweetie, you lost 10% of blood and flesh from your back." He replied softly.

"Yeah, I know. So when can I leave." She asked.

"Honey, you were impaled by a spiked ball that almost severed your spine that would have left you in a wheelchair." He said, a little sternly this time.

"Yeah. So when can I go home?" She asked.

"Cupcake, you flat lined twice on the operating table"

"So when can I go home?"

"Angel, YOU ALOMOST DIED!" He yelled. "Why are you acting like this is not a big deal?" She looked at him blankly for a bit before answering.

"Because, you've gone through a lot worst." Buzz was blindsided as he realized that he had told her about missions that left him bumped and bruised. But he had never been this banged up. Sighing deeply he was about to speak when a gentle tap alerted the two towards the doorway. Dr. Gabriella Cosmos stood before them, both her hands in her pockets. "Dr. Cosmos!" Jill held back the giddiness in her voice. "To what do we owe this pleasure?" Adjusting her glasses, Gabby walked up to the younger female.

"It appears to me that the last member of your group, Miss Smithson has won the final position in my lab." Jill looked a bit depressed by this.

"Oh, really?" She said. Only because she stole my samples, she thought bitterly.

"However." Dr. Cosmos continued. "Miss Smithson acquired her samples by ways of cheating. You were in fact the first one to collect all ten of their samples. So you'll be the one who'll get the job." Smiling broadly, it quickly faded from Jill's face as she looked down at her hands. "Is there a problem?"

"I only collected 9 samples. 5 flora 4 fauna, I don't deserve the job." Giving a coy smile, Gabby reached into her coat pocket.

"No, you collected all 10. Even though you went to an extreme to get the last one." Pulling out a small glass jar, she gave it a gentle shake as the spike inside jangled about. Jill stared in amazement as the spike was laid in her hand. "Now, do you still recline my offer?" Grinning like a little girl getting a pony, Jill nodded her head wildly. Before she could say a thing, Buzz stood up from his seat and snatched the jar from his daughter's hand before thrusting it back to Gabby.

"My daughter was nearly killed in your little test, and you have the NERVE to come in here and offer her the job that nearly ended her life?"

"Dad…" She hissed darkly as her face blushed. Dr. Cosmos glared at Buzz as she placed the jar back into her pocket.

"I do believe the decision is hers to make, is it not?" Gabby asked as she adjusted her glasses.

"Yes it is and she doesn't want it, right Jillian?" He asked

"Actually dad" She started.

"See? Doesn't want it, now please leave us alone." He said sternly crossing his arms.

"Now really Buzz, are you really going to control her life choices for her even though she's an adult now?" Gabby snapped as she placed her hands on her hips.

"I am NOT controlling anything of hers! Right Jillian?" He was greeted with her angry face when he turned his head. "See?"

"ENOUGH!" the two adults jumped as the young woman screamed from her position on the hospital bed. "I'm 20 years old; I can make my own decisions!" Taking a breath, she looked at her father. "Dad, I know you're scared of losing me, but I'm old enough to take care of myself now." Turning to Dr. Cosmos she smiled. "I'd be delighted to work with you, Dr. Cosmos." Smiling, Gabby crossed her arms.

"Wonderful, but I must insist that you allow yourself to heal fully from your injuries first. Understood?" She smiled as Jill nodded. "Very good. See you soon my dear." Walking out, she felt herself go into a zombie like trance as she turned her head and saw Buzz hug Jill tenderly. She remembered Ozma first telling her about some sweet sensitive guy calling her pretty, only to have her call the same man an ignorant rocket jockey after their first breakup. Clucking her tongue at the memory Ozma didn't just lose her heart to this man, but her life as well.