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Fanfic: Pan/Oob - A FRIEND AIN`T NO LOVER (3)
Chapter: Pan / Oob - A FRIEND AIN`T NO LOVER (3)
*** Hall oils. It took a little longer. Sorry But thanks for the nice clerks. Until then, your P. ***
"Can you tell me what she's got?" Oob asked a doctor who was running frantically next to the stretcher on which Pan was being driven into the caravan. "What's wrong?", Oob asked again when the doctor didn't answer. "Can you help her? Hello!"
The doctor paid no attention to him. She jumped into the ambulance and turned back to Pan, then the other doctors. Oob was able to pick up on the quick words like "faintness" and "sudden circulatory failure". Finally someone slammed the door and the ambulance drove off. Oob watched him go. Through the small round window at the back he could still see the doctors who seemed to be bending over Pan.
It was already nine in the morning. Oob, who had been waiting six hours in the hospital corridor, had dozed off on his magazine.
In the dream, Oob relived what had happened, only that he was the one who was kneeling over Pan and desperately hoping that she would open her eyes and everything would be fine again. Vain. Pan was picked up by the paramedics. At the hospital, Oob, who had followed the ambulance, was told to wait in the hallway while the doctors in the intensive care unit were busy. (*** Of course she was only in the intensive care unit in Oobs dream ***) It seemed to be worse than the doctors had said. Slowly the fear rose in Oob. What if the doctors couldn't help her? What if she didn't wake up anymore?
He was torn from his thoughts by a serious male voice. "Are you the girl's friend?"
"How is she?" Asked Oob without answering the doctor's question.
This now looked embarrassed at the floor. Oob knew what it meant.
"Please," he pleaded with tears in his eyes, "Please, no!That's not true! That's just not true! She is not dead. SHE IS NOT DEAD! ... "
In the next moment the picture blurred before Oob's eyes. He straightened up and found himself in the hospital corridor. Thanks be to Dende; It was just a dream.
Quietly, Oob opened the door of Pan's room. She was sitting on the bed and talking to Trunks, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He must have come when Oob was still asleep.
When Oob entered the room they both looked up.
"Oh, hello Oob!" Pan said a little hotter.
"How are you?" Oob asked worriedly.
“It's pretty boring here, but Trunks took care of me.” At these words the two smiled so sweetly that Oob almost felt bad. Trunks had taken care of her. How sweet of him! 'Maybe Trunks should mind his own business,' thought Oob, a little sourly. After all, Pan was his girlfriend - and not Trunks'.
Trunks got up. "I have some shopping to do. I think I can leave you here with Oob."
"Sure," smiled Pan.
"Well, see you then," said Trunks and disappeared through the door.
*** Personally, I like this part of the story so much, but the next part will be finished very quickly. I will hurry up. Until then, your P. ***
"Can you tell me what she's got?" Oob asked a doctor who was running frantically next to the stretcher on which Pan was being driven into the caravan. "What's wrong?", Oob asked again when the doctor didn't answer. "Can you help her? Hello!"
The doctor paid no attention to him. She jumped into the ambulance and turned back to Pan, then the other doctors. Oob was able to pick up on the quick words like "faintness" and "sudden circulatory failure". Finally someone slammed the door and the ambulance drove off. Oob watched him go. Through the small round window at the back he could still see the doctors who seemed to be bending over Pan.
It was already nine in the morning. Oob, who had been waiting six hours in the hospital corridor, had dozed off on his magazine.
In the dream, Oob relived what had happened, only that he was the one who was kneeling over Pan and desperately hoping that she would open her eyes and everything would be fine again. Vain. Pan was picked up by the paramedics. At the hospital, Oob, who had followed the ambulance, was told to wait in the hallway while the doctors in the intensive care unit were busy. (*** Of course she was only in the intensive care unit in Oobs dream ***) It seemed to be worse than the doctors had said. Slowly the fear rose in Oob. What if the doctors couldn't help her? What if she didn't wake up anymore?
He was torn from his thoughts by a serious male voice. "Are you the girl's friend?"
"How is she?" Asked Oob without answering the doctor's question.
This now looked embarrassed at the floor. Oob knew what it meant.
"Please," he pleaded with tears in his eyes, "Please, no!That's not true! That's just not true! She is not dead. SHE IS NOT DEAD! ... "
In the next moment the picture blurred before Oob's eyes. He straightened up and found himself in the hospital corridor. Thanks be to Dende; It was just a dream.
Quietly, Oob opened the door of Pan's room. She was sitting on the bed and talking to Trunks, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He must have come when Oob was still asleep.
When Oob entered the room they both looked up.
"Oh, hello Oob!" Pan said a little hotter.
"How are you?" Oob asked worriedly.
“It's pretty boring here, but Trunks took care of me.” At these words the two smiled so sweetly that Oob almost felt bad. Trunks had taken care of her. How sweet of him! 'Maybe Trunks should mind his own business,' thought Oob, a little sourly. After all, Pan was his girlfriend - and not Trunks'.
Trunks got up. "I have some shopping to do. I think I can leave you here with Oob."
"Sure," smiled Pan.
"Well, see you then," said Trunks and disappeared through the door.
*** Personally, I like this part of the story so much, but the next part will be finished very quickly. I will hurry up. Until then, your P. ***