AN: Dunno what to do with this, I'll just drop it here. Don't think I'll continue, though.
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto or Adventure Time.
I: Shooting Star
Princess bubblegum sat on a stool, by the side of her king-sized bed. Had her head rested atop as she let out a muffled sigh.
She could now add strange meteors to her stress list, somewhere above or under Guardian Maintenance.
What was this luck? Bonibel worked tirelessly for the upcoming science fair and that was stress enough. Coupled with the Kingdom she had to run, a kingdom that relied on her.
Of course, she didn't mind but it was beginning to take a toll on her. And when she thought she could squeeze in a break, this happened.
She yawned, almost numb to sleep, schedules were thoroughly globbed followed by a rising worry that she might have developed insomnia. But, she had a reason to stay awake, this time, something to pin her restlessness on.
A young man who could barely be seen through the bandages, wires, oxygen mask, IV stand, etc. Bubblegum's bedroom became an emergency ward. There was even an electrocardiogram...
Of course, she was a scientist, not a doctor. So she might have gone a little overboard with the equipment but could they blame her?
Said man had fallen from glob knows how high up, crashed through glass stronger than concrete, twice, and made impact with her door.
So yes, perhaps she did need to go a tad overboard with the machinery. While she was learned enough in biology to create living candy people, that was as far as it went. Confectionary people.
Once she realized the said person was not a confectionary treat, though, Bonibel contacted Princess, the Kingdom's Doctor.
Bubblegum looked at the green-skinned lady sitting by the side of the bed, throwing quick pats and glances at the young man before taking notes.
Glancing back to the only eighteen-year-old male in the room, Bonibel used this time to take in his features. Theshock had prevented her from doing so earlier.
He possessed ink blank hair tied up in a spiky ponytail so tight, even the force of impact he suffered wasn't enough to undo it. His shirt, which had been taken off, was a black long-sleeved turtleneck with; what Bubblegum could only assume was the symbol for 'No', etched to the back of it in an opposing white. It had a large rip at the back, probably caused by the glasses. She visibly recoiled. Hopefully, the bandages strapped around the teen's torso would suffice.
His trouser; which had been kept on for the sake of decency, was black as well. It was an ankle-length trouser, with no design whatsoever on it, just plain black. All cuts and gashes on his legs were bandaged over the trouser. Luckily, the cuts on his legs were minor so taking off his trouser was unneeded.
The boy's footwear; which had also been removed, was a strange pair of ankle-high sandals of some sort. It was strange, something she hadn't seen before.
Bonibel's gaze drifted to his unconscious form. A pang of worry struck her immediately. She averted her gaze. What was this? Perhaps it was the condition she met him? Or was it that a stranger dying in her kingdom would tarnish its image? Maybe she was just worried for nothing, he'd probably live.
Hopefully.
Her eyes trailed to the opened pouch resting atop her chocolate cabinet. She yawned. The man also had some... Items on his person. Admittedly, she had looked through it but never took anything. She would never. But despite her better judgment, Bonibel had taken something from the man. Confiscated would be a better term.
The princess left the Sharp, Diamond-shaped knives on his person, she tolerated the strange parchment that was littered with Kanji; something that screamed wizardry and witchcraft, she found. While Bonibel was adamant about her unbelief in magic she still tolerated it.
But not this. She sat up and pulled out the pack of cigarettes from her lab coat's pocket, her thumb unconsciously trailing along its cardboard surface.
This little cardboard box told her a lot of negative things about the young man she currently offered help to. Bubblegum had to admit, this was the last thing she expected to see on him, and for some reason, it saddened her.
Well, to each their own. Just not in her kingdom. When he woke up, she would ask about it.
She shifted the pack to see the back then looked inside. One was already missing.
"PRINCESS!"
Bubblegum was startled off her stool. She met the ground back first, the pack of cigarettes landing on her face. The candy princess sighed and picked it up.
"Sorry." Quick padding and a green-skinned lady in a lab coat was upon her. "I've been calling out to you for the last minute but you weren't answering." The doctor helped Bubblegum to her feet.
"It's alright."
"You look tired, Bubblegum."
"How is he doing?" Bubblegum yawned.
A sigh. "Well," she escorted Bonibel to the side of the bed. "Surprisingly..."
Bubblegum pocketed the pack of cigarettes as Doctor Princess motioned a hand to the unconscious patient.
"He is recovering quickly. The gash on his back-" the candy princess visibly stiffened. "-while muscle deep, didn't reach his spine. I had a few stitches done and with a couple of pain killers, he won't even notice," she smiled. "Although, it might leave a nasty scar."
Bubblegum nodded. "I see, anything else?"
Doctor Princess thought for a moment then snapped her fingers. "Oh, yes, he was bleeding a lot."
Princess Bubblegum waited for her to speak up again but it seemed D.P had completed her statement. Bonibel blinked. Of course, he was bleeding, she had to work her way over the Crimson liquid when she applied... The... Bandages...
Oh.
"He's human." Bonibel had her mouth agape, not because he was human—that was shocking in and of itself—but because he somehow survived.
A nod. "I was surprised as well when I found out," said the doctor. "And that's the sole reason why his survival surprises me."
Bonibel slowly nodded, was as if Princess echoed her thoughts.
"A human with this many injuries would already be dead. But despite this, not only is the patient breathing but is recovering steadily as well," she beamed. "Give it a week or two and I'm sure he'll come to."
"Thank you, Princess," Bonibel said, relief washed over her.
The doctor curtsied. "No need to thank me, I'm just doing my job. I'll come over occasionally to check on him, but the patient should be monitored twenty, four, seven. In case something happens," D.P said.
"Okay," Bonibel smiled.
"But," Princess started, taking her jacket off the stand, "I'm curious, where did you find him?"
The young ruler stood with a half slump, ran a hand down her gummy hair with a tired chuckle. "He found me, actually," She sighed, her hands fell to her sides. "It was terrifying."
"How so?" the doctor arched a brow, slipping a slender hand into her jacket.
"He fell from..." she pointed upwards.
Doctor Princess blinked, smoothening down her jacket. She looked between Bubblegum and the ceiling. "Really?"
"I know, it sounds crazy and it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, trust me," she rubbed her temples. "But it's the truth."
"So... The fallen gumball guardian outside..."
"He was responsible for shattering both holes in the guardian, yes," Bonibel turned and motioned to her balcony door. The knob was on the floor, rolling in self-wind through the splinter-filled carpets from the door that now had an inward dent as part of its design. "And destroying my door."
The doctor covered her mouth, eyes wide.
"Yep. That's how I felt as well," P.B said. "I'm just glad to hear he'll make it."
Now that she said it out loud, it indeed sounded like a miracle. For a human to survive a fall like that with a chance of getting back to tip-top condition was beyond any logic or explanation.
"Me too," the doctor smiled and turned on her heels. "Alright remember what I said-"
"Two, four, seven," Bonibel said.
D.P nodded and walked out the door.
Once the door clicked shut, the bubblegum princess let out a long sigh and her eyes began to droop. Her body had given in to sleep a long time ago. It was nothing but a puppet of her own lingering will; which was at the end of the line at this point, evident by the blur of the room.
"Dear... Glob," she held her head, turned, and wobbled, managed to make it to the edge of her bed before she collapsed. Her body was no longer responding to movements and her eyes drooped shut. It seemed she might not be able to monitor the patient after all. It was irresponsible, but it could not be helped.
The princess let out one last, soft yawn before giving in to sleep.
The kingdom of Ooo was in her safe hands, rest assured. This new development would not deter its progress.
The sound of a working fan and light breathing coupled with the occasional beeps of an electrocardiogram blended in such a seamless manner and dominated as the main ambient of the room.
With all these, only a seasoned observer would notice the twitch in the young man's finger.