Hi! I wanna quickly say thanks to everyone who has reviewed, followed, favorited and PMed me with suggestions.
This chapter isn't too terrific, so don't have high expectations. But there are some veeerrry important parts.
Oh and quick note to Zigbon: The new name does have meaning: Roxas inherited the SOLDIER genes (can't do that in the game 'less your Sephiroth), and Keyblades can be inherited in this world and some...other stuff that I can't tell you.
Anyway-Chapter 19
Oh and yes I do own something! The idea for this story! Ok not really but...if you steal the idea from me I will have my evil genius friends hunt you down over the internet and...get...you. Mwahahaha.
Xion~
I was so mad.
Why did I have to be in school? Roxas was in a freaking coma while I was researching the Albanian mountain monkey. While I was testing some theorem in math, the doctors were testing his blood. In history, as I was listening to a lecture on the Great Depression, he stopped breathing and had to be revived. While I was practicing free-throws in gym, my parents were confirming a date to drop the life support.
The final bell rang and I ran to the hospital.
"Hey...Xion!" someone yelled as I was reaching the door that would get me out of this educational prison.
On instinct, I stopped.
Olette caught up to me and took her own sweet time catching her breath. I tapped my foot, completely convinced that if I didn't get to the hospital soon, it would get hit by a meteor or a stray alien space ship or something.
Finally, she spoke. "Are you ok? You've seemed kind of...I don't know...upset today." her emerald green eyes shone with concern.
"Yes I'm fine. And I have to go." I began to walk away but she grabbed my arm. I glared at her.
"Are you sure?" she looked into my eyes as if trying to read my thoughts.
"Yes! Now let me go!" I jerked myself from her grasp. She looked hurt but I didn't care ( well, not at the moment) I had to get going.
After almost getting hit by three Volkswagen beetles, two SUV's and one very angry smart car-driver, I was at the hospital.
I ran through the parking lot. The front doors were in sight when my toe snagged on something and I was sent flying.
I somehow wound up on my back, staring at the spinning sky above me.
After a few seconds I sat up (almost puked) and looked around to see what had tripped me.
A seashell.
Seriously? I thought. I was miles from the nearest beach, why was a seashell here, in a hospital parking lot?
But...it was interesting. It was a blue, thin spiral that faded to a dull gray at the end.
I pocketed the shell and ran into the hospital.
I dashed past the receptionist guy. "Stop!" he commanded. I froze and walked back.
"Name." he requested emotionlessly.
"Xion Strife." I tapped my fingers on the fake-granite counter top.
"Are you visiting?" he drawled.
He's just trying to keep me here!
"Yes."
"Who?"
Teeth grinding, I replied "Roxas Fair."
"And you are how old?" he hadn't looked up from the paper in front of him, on which he was writing.
"...Fifteen..." I mumbled, being aware of the "minors must have supervision" rule that this hospital lived by.
"Mm hm. Well since you are alone, you can't go in. If I see you go any further, you will have to leave."
He looked at me. Then promptly dropped his pen on the ground behind his desk.
"Oops. Clumsy me." he said slowly. He crouched to the floor.
"Oh!" I said, finally realizing what he was doing.
I sprinted off in the direction of the elevator. I looked over my shoulder and shouted "Thank you!" he waved absently, his eyes once again on the paper.
I got on the elevator and started to feel a little nervous. Next to the number 8 button, in little-yet-scary letters, were the words "MUST BE WITH AUTHORIZED PERSONAL."
The elevator doors opened and I crept out. I snuck down the hall as if I were the daughter of James Bond. Tiptoeing past doors and running in the spaces in between.
After what felt like a billion miles of white hallway, I got to room XIII.
I peeked in the little window on the door to see if anyone (besides Roxas) was in there.
I exhaled, no one was there.
Carefully, I turned the doorknob and slid into the room.
Roxas lay in the white bed, his breathing slow and even.
He could have been sleeping.
I sat down in the chair and took his hand. It was warm, was that a good sign? "Hi...Roxas..." I whispered. "I-I thought I'd come and visit you...if you don't mind, of course."
His fingers twitched. "So..."
Silence...
"Riveting conversation we're having." I mumbled.
I looked at Roxas sadly. Dr. Klause had called my dad and said the most likely cause of the coma was just that the operation failed. That made me feel worse.
Even if he did wake up, he still wouldn't be able to talk.
"I hope...I hope you aren't...you know..in pain or anything.." I told him lamely.
Roxas sighed in his sleep (unconsciousness, whatever).
My heart stopped.
In that sigh, I heard just a little of a boy's voice.
Roxas' voice.
Which means the operation wasn't a failure!
"Roxas...i-it worked." a few tears made their way out if my eyes. "B-but why...why..?"
"O-oh I got you this." I took the seashell out of my jacket pocket and set it on the bedside table.
Then I lost it completely.
In the midsts of my snotty, wet depression fit, someone came into the room and patted me softly on the back.
I looked up and saw the auburn-haired nurse (I couldn't see her name tag too well).
She smiled slightly.
*Moment of pitying silence*
She walked out of the room. A few minutes later, she came back. A little blue card was in her hand.
"Here. Now you can visit anytime you want. No more sneaking around like Al Capone."
I blushed then managed to say "I d-don't th-think A-Al Cap-pone sn-nuck ar-round."
She laughed. "No, I guess not."
She held her hand out to me. "I'm Cissinei."
I wiped my hand on my pants. "I'm Xion."
And that, ladies and gamers, is how the hospital became my second home.
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Corny cheese I know. Forgive me. But...I got no other ideas. This wasn't the most important chapter in the world, but it had some vital parts. Next chapter is gonna be kinda...horror-ish I guess. So...(in the immortal words of Scar) BE PREPARED...!