Kong Li Christmas : A Sue Story 17
By Crystalquirt
Tobue. Kong Li messes up Christmas by trying to take Sue out of the celebration for good. Scary situations, violence, mild language, action, romance, angst, oh yeah.
For he/she who wrote me an anonymous question, Answer: Yes, I write Tobey instead of "To be" on purpose at the the bottom of all my continued chappies. Been doing it almost since I started writing TD fanfic, the first time it was a boo boo, but i liked it and left it that way. I type Tobey, Sid or Sue all the time now when i meant to type other words.
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Sid sat in the waiting room staring sadly at the little Christmas tree the staff used to decorate the barren room.
They had been so involved in the fight and everything that had happened, he had forgotten that it even had been Christmas. New Year's Day would be in a couple of days he supposed. I don't even know what day it is – not that it matters. Today is the day my sister got kidnapped by Kong Li and we can't go after her because I carelessly got myself hurt, and Tobey is in surgery. Doctors are trying to save his hand.
Tobey is awesome. He isn't even worried about himself. He even said while we were waiting that even if he loses his hand he will keep on fighting to protect Chinatown. I don't know if I could keep on if I lost a limb. I wouldn't even be able to play the guitar would I? Well maybe I could figure it out, but would I want to? It sounds awful! Sid wrapped his arms around his stomach like it hurt and let himself fall over on his side in the middle of the couch. He ached inside, but not from a physical injury.
His thoughts continued in his mind. How is Nana going to find and rescue Sue on her own? I would sure feel better if I could go with her. But I promised to watch over Tobey when he comes out of surgery – then we will both go after Kong Li with Nana!
Sid was exhausted and had a severe headache. Soon after he let his eyes go shut, he was sleeping fitfully he moaned and talked in his sleep, others walking by laughing at him, not realizing how badly he hurt.
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Tobey tried one more time to get off the gurney on the way down the hall and the nurse tied him down with the strap high across his stomach. "The strap is just to keep you from 'falling' off." she explained. The nurse didn't want to admit she tied him down because she didn't want to spend the rest of her shift trying to chase him down.
They took him to a room they called 'pre op' and parked the gurney next to a bunch of machines and gas tanks. They put a mask over his face and told him it was oxygen. It had a sweet smell, and after only a few breaths, Tobey felt a little lightheaded and very relaxed.
The surgery tech, Bob planned on leaving Tobey's injured wrist in the splint until he was under anesthesia and they were prepping his arm for surgery. Both his arms were under the strap that went across his stomach. He could have got one arm out, but the splinted arm was stuck tight.
Bob didn't know Tobey was a squirmer and the nurse wasn't watching. He took the strap off to prep his young patient's uninjured hand for an IV. Tobey felt a little dizzy from what ever was in the oxygen.
"Hey Bob, this isn't just oxygen is it? I feel weird."
"You are breathing in the pre op gas, it will make you feel very happy to be having surgery and make the whole procedure go more smoothly. With that in your system we won't have to use so much anesthesia and you will wake up faster when the doctors are finished."
Tobey felt the pinch when the IV line went into his vein near his other wrist. He guessed, when they put something through there . . . I will go out – then there is no way I can help Sue. His mind was racing trying to think of some skilled way out of this. But all he cold come up with was 'break and run' before they gave him the drugs.
Bob finished taping the IV in place and took Tobey's shoes and socks off. He put a sheet folded in half across Tobey's hips.
"Okay kid, this sheet will cover you, we need those pants off. I will get a volunteer to take your pants and belongings to the waiting area where your brother is.
"Dammit." Tobey mumbled.
"What's the matter? You cant wear pants in surgery. Who knows where your pants have been?" Bob chuckled.
"No . . . I – I – just don't have time for this right now!" Tobey ripped the mask from his face and rolled off the gurney, away from Bob!
Bob grabbed for him, but almost turned the gurney over and missed. The IV that Bob had just put in was yanked out as he ran. The nurse standing nearby saw Tobey bolt and tried to block his way, but even under the influence of the gas Tobey was faster and ran around her.
Tobey sped down the hall, jumped an empty wheel chair turned the corner, went right past the nurse's station on that floor and down another hall. An old woman with a walker cheered and whistled at the shirtless boy running like his life depended on it. Tobey smiled at her and just made it into a closing freight elevator going down.
The orderlies, nurses technicians and volunteers all chasing him stopped. They had no idea where he went, but guessed the stairs. Bob called security and had them watching the stairwell exits on every floor.
After Tobey was in the elevator, he leaned with his butt against the wall and bent forward dizzy and trying to catch his breath. He cradled his throbbing wrist and gasped loudly in surprise when he heard a young male voice.
"You know your wrist is bleeding?"
Tobey looked up and saw he wasn't alone in the large elevator. A young blond man leaning on a gurney with a sheet over something lumpy on it was watching him. Tobey looked, and his wrist where the IV pulled out was the start of a trickle of blood that went down his palm, his middle finger and dripped on the floor.
"Oh, Ow. Shit. I really don't need to lose any more blood!" Tobey wiped more of the blood on his pants and pressed the hole in his wrist to his hip.
"Please don't turn me in! I will be back – but my friend is in trouble – I have to go!"
"Hey man, I understand, you got things t'do. I bet since you're a minor, they will have all the exits blocked though. So funny to think of every professional up there worried more about being sued if they lose you than what might be happening to you. Come on down to the morgue with me, I can show you how to get out so you can take care of your b'ness. I'm Tom."
"Thanks man, er, Tom. I'll bring you some moo shu when I come back."
"Make it shrimp fried rice and you're on."
When the elevator opened in the basement, they saw no one else all the way down the hall to the morgue. Tobey followed Tom in and stayed in the corner while he parked the gurney in a row of others. Tobey was feeling weak, a little like his limbs were made of spaghetti so he leaned against the wall. For the first time he realized he was surrounded by dead people! Multiple really bad smells assaulted his nose.
"Tom! I feel . . ." too late, Tom caught Tobey just as he passed out. He lifted him on an empty gurney and went back to one of his 'stiffs.'
When he was finished putting the stiff into a body bag Tobey was still out, so he went to a drawer and got out a little vial, cracked it and let Tobey smell it. Tobey woke up coughing.
"Sorry man."
"S'okay, not the first time some has fainted in here and you didn't look good to start with."
"I have a plan. Folks from a funeral home will be here soon. You will ride out of here with them. They are coming to get Mr. Smith over there. I put him in an extra large body bag while you were out. You are so skinny, you will fit in there with him.
"Ew-no! I cant get in there with a dead person!"
"Sure you can, I promise, he won't talk your ear off or try to hug you – and it is the best way out of here so you can help your friend. I've been listening over the intercom, they are still searching the hospital for you. Now get in there - I have it all set up to make your trip a pleasant one. A water bottle full of Gatorade. A small oxygen bottle and mask, it will be stuffy in there and I covered Mr. Smith up with a clean blanket so you don't have to lie right on him."
Tobey looked at his intended destination. "But . . . But I'm afraid of small closed in spaces! How will I get out! What if I freak out?"
"You have pure oxygen, and it will keep you from smelling the icky things, and look, there are zipper pulls on the inside so you can open the zipper from in there. Why they design these bags like this I will never know. Its not like the usual occupants can use the internal zipper pulls - but it really helps out in these situations. After they load you in the hearse, just unzip it so you can see out, you will be fine."
"In the hearse?" Tobey started shaking.
"Come on man, you can do this, if I am not mistaken, your friend is counting on you to help him or her out of a jam right?"
"Right, I'll do it for Sue." Tobey had made up his mind. He jumped up on the gurney and very carefully slipped into the bag along Mr. Smith. "Oheweuh! This is so gross." he moaned and whined the whole time. He downed half of the Gatorade right away and Tom helped him put the oxygen mask on. He also opened the flow valve on the tank since Tobey could only use one hand.
"Now, after they take you out and load you in the hearse, you will feel them pull away. They will both be in the front seat. Just unzip it a little so you can see out. Tobey heard a buzzer. "They are here, - tuck in!"
Tobey made an involuntary whining sound as the zipper closed, blocking out all light. He quickly found the pull tab and held onto it like it was his lifeline. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breath at first, but soon, he imagined Sue was in there too and they were kissing. Suddenly being zipped into the bag wasn't so bad.
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Tobey continued . . .