The Rain Doesn\'t Grieve
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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
3,882
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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tatoe kono koe ga todokanakute mo
nido to ano koro ni modorenakute mo – sakebitsuzukeru boku ga iru
dore dake jidai ga nagarete mo karada o yusaburu omoi no mama ni...
tatakaitsuzuketa akashi wa nokoru kara
Ken ~ Spiderweb
God, no.
I was supposed to get out of here two days ago.
I think it was two days. The doctor said something about a seizure, but I don’t remember.
The lights seemed too bright, like nighttime sun. But I couldn’t close my eyes again. Every time I closed my eyes, something picked the bed up and spun it around, real slow one way, then real fast the other. I just lay there and let the brightness bore through my head.
I hated this. It wasn’t supposed to go this way, they were supposed to send me home.
Home. What a joke. There wasn’t a home anymore, just maybe a new apartment and new gear, and a whole new fucking team. Just maybe. If I didn’t have faulty brain wiring. How the hell could I still be Weiß like this? What else could I do?
My eyes squeezed shut, and sure enough the room started whirling. I wrapped my arms around myself as best I could in spite of the IV and monitor wires. Somewhere I heard a choking sound, and I realized I was sobbing.
I’m so scared.
I was supposed to have another operation tomorrow morning, if I made it through tonight in stable condition. That meant, without another seizure.
They didn’t tell me what would happen if I had one.
Damn that Irish bastard. And damn his whole godforsaken team. They did this to me. They did this to Weiß, and Aya’s sister.
The steadily increasing momentum of my pulsating room took on color, and sound. It echoed in my ears, thundering through my eyes behind closed lids until I thought I would go insane. The sound was crimson hatred, the color the ozone crackle of forked lighting. I could see it, taste it, smell it, and no matter how hard I held on, I felt myself slipping away and I realized that madness was not a place one goes, it’s a spider waiting to feel the tremble of the web.
Omi ~ Mamoru
“I see.” I fought down the worry and disappointment and tried to speak with calm authority. “Isn’t there another hospital we could – oh, did you? And?” The voice on the other end of the line spoke words that I couldn’t manage to process. Something about already trying to find another specialist, and they were doing everything they could, and they really had no more information for me.
My best friend was still in hospital, his brain refusing to mend properly no matter what the surgeons tried. The crack in his skull seemed to invite infection, and the battered meat within just couldn’t rally. He wasn’t dying, so they said, but if they couldn’t solve the problems quickly, he’d never be quite the same again.
Ken was supposed to leave the hospital two days ago. I had been getting ready to go pick him up when they called to tell me he’d suffered a series of seizures that morning and they’d have to keep him indefinitely. When the call came tonight I feared for the worst, but it was only more of the same. They couldn’t get the seizures under control, so they had scheduled yet another surgery. Another pointless invasion.
With a harsh movement I wiped at my eyes, then spoke forcefully into the receiver. “I don’t care who you are or who you work for. Give me the chief surgeon, now! No, I won’t hold! You get him on the phone!”
My hand trembled, but I refused to back down. I took a deep and bitter breath while listening to the phone click through several relays. Finally a calm, confident voice came on the line.
“Tojou-sensei, may I help you?”
Tojou. The neurosurgeon. Fair enough – if he didn’t have the answers, he didn’t deserve his post. “Takatori Mamoru speaking. Hidaka Ken – his condition is unacceptable. Why have you not fulfilled your obligation?”
“Takatori-san, forgive me, but his injury is stubborn. He has suffered a diffuse axonal injury with spider’s web fracturing of the skull. This means –”
“I know what it means. It means his skull is a jigsaw puzzle. It means his brain is severely bruised in the back from the impact and torn up in the front from the sudden change in direction. That doesn’t change the fact that you assured me that you could fix it.” I had to get control of my anger before the surgeon heard me hyperventilating. I closed my eyes and counted to five. “I want honesty, Tojou. Can you help him, or can you not?”
“It’s not that simple, Takatori-san!”
“Yes. It is. Can you? Or can you not? Pick one before I answer for you.”
There was a long pause, and for a moment I wondered if he had dropped the phone. Then: “I am sorry, sir. I have done all that I can for him.”
“Very well.” I sighed away from the receiver. If Tojou heard it, he probably thought I was smoking. “Get him ready to leave.”
“Sir, you can’t!”
“Can’t I? Do you forget to whom you are speaking, Tojou?” I glared at the phone as though the neurosurgeon stood there in person. “I am moving him to another hospital. See that it’s done.”
“I won’t be held responsible for anything that happens if you move that man,” Tojou said, his tone more afraid than defiant.
“I’m not asking you to. There is a facility in Switzerland, with a medical team standing by. I’ll be there to collect him within the hour.” Before Tojou could argue, I hung up on him.
A/N:
tatoe kono koe ga todokanakute mo
nido to ano koro ni modorenakute mo – sakebitsuzukeru boku ga iru
dore dake jidai ga nagarete mo karada o yusaburu omoi no mama ni...
tatakaitsuzuketa akashi wa nokoru kara
And even when my voice doesn\'t reach you
Even when we can\'t return to that time again – I\'m here, continuing to cry out to you
Even when those times stream by like the feelings that make my body shake...
Because the evidence of our continued fighting remains
“dears” – Gackt Mars
This chapter takes place near midnight. Omi had left orders with the hospital to notify him of any change in Ken’s condition, no matter the hour. So, while Yohji is wandering around drunk…
Ken ~ Spiderweb
Ken isn’t accustomed to such extreme physical weakness, and it’s scaring the hell out of him. Problem is, as an agent of Weiß, he has to face his fear alone – at least, until Omi can arrange a different kind of solution.
Medical notes, for the morbidly curious:
“Diffuse Axonal Injury” (brain injury) – injury to the brain in many areas. An example may be a long tumble down a flight of steps with the brain hitting the inside of the skull many times.
“Contre-coup type” contusions – when the falling head strikes the ground it decelerates abruptly while the semi-fluid brain continues moving towards the point of impact. This causes more severe contusions in the area diametrically opposite the point of impact. Such “contre-coup” contusions occur where the brain glides over the irregular, jagged contours of the skull interior and are usually more severe than the corresponding coup-type contusions.
These are definitely in keeping with the damage inflicted by Farfarello in the final episode – nasty, nasty stuff.
As for the skull itself:
“Spider’s web” fracture – radiating lines connected by concentric fracture rings. Though Ken refers to a spider’s web, he doesn’t actually remember that this is also the nature of his injury.
And, a bit of trivia:
Skull fracture can result from merely walking into a fixed obstruction (73 Newtons or 5 foot pounds), from the 4.5 kg adult head falling from a height of 1 metre onto a hard surface (510 N), the head falling from a standing position (873 N), running into a obstruction (1020 N) or a 100g golf ball or stone thrown with moderate force against the temple.
Omi ~ Mamoru
What he refuses to accept for duty, he will accept for a friend. Though the attitudes of Takatori are repugnant to him, Omi knows that they are necessary. Rest assured, Tojou-sensei will be investigated thoroughly before all is said and done. If he didn’t do anything wrong, he’ll be fine, but gods help him if he screwed up.
tatoe kono koe ga todokanakute mo
nido to ano koro ni modorenakute mo – sakebitsuzukeru boku ga iru
dore dake jidai ga nagarete mo karada o yusaburu omoi no mama ni...
tatakaitsuzuketa akashi wa nokoru kara
Ken ~ Spiderweb
God, no.
I was supposed to get out of here two days ago.
I think it was two days. The doctor said something about a seizure, but I don’t remember.
The lights seemed too bright, like nighttime sun. But I couldn’t close my eyes again. Every time I closed my eyes, something picked the bed up and spun it around, real slow one way, then real fast the other. I just lay there and let the brightness bore through my head.
I hated this. It wasn’t supposed to go this way, they were supposed to send me home.
Home. What a joke. There wasn’t a home anymore, just maybe a new apartment and new gear, and a whole new fucking team. Just maybe. If I didn’t have faulty brain wiring. How the hell could I still be Weiß like this? What else could I do?
My eyes squeezed shut, and sure enough the room started whirling. I wrapped my arms around myself as best I could in spite of the IV and monitor wires. Somewhere I heard a choking sound, and I realized I was sobbing.
I’m so scared.
I was supposed to have another operation tomorrow morning, if I made it through tonight in stable condition. That meant, without another seizure.
They didn’t tell me what would happen if I had one.
Damn that Irish bastard. And damn his whole godforsaken team. They did this to me. They did this to Weiß, and Aya’s sister.
The steadily increasing momentum of my pulsating room took on color, and sound. It echoed in my ears, thundering through my eyes behind closed lids until I thought I would go insane. The sound was crimson hatred, the color the ozone crackle of forked lighting. I could see it, taste it, smell it, and no matter how hard I held on, I felt myself slipping away and I realized that madness was not a place one goes, it’s a spider waiting to feel the tremble of the web.
Omi ~ Mamoru
“I see.” I fought down the worry and disappointment and tried to speak with calm authority. “Isn’t there another hospital we could – oh, did you? And?” The voice on the other end of the line spoke words that I couldn’t manage to process. Something about already trying to find another specialist, and they were doing everything they could, and they really had no more information for me.
My best friend was still in hospital, his brain refusing to mend properly no matter what the surgeons tried. The crack in his skull seemed to invite infection, and the battered meat within just couldn’t rally. He wasn’t dying, so they said, but if they couldn’t solve the problems quickly, he’d never be quite the same again.
Ken was supposed to leave the hospital two days ago. I had been getting ready to go pick him up when they called to tell me he’d suffered a series of seizures that morning and they’d have to keep him indefinitely. When the call came tonight I feared for the worst, but it was only more of the same. They couldn’t get the seizures under control, so they had scheduled yet another surgery. Another pointless invasion.
With a harsh movement I wiped at my eyes, then spoke forcefully into the receiver. “I don’t care who you are or who you work for. Give me the chief surgeon, now! No, I won’t hold! You get him on the phone!”
My hand trembled, but I refused to back down. I took a deep and bitter breath while listening to the phone click through several relays. Finally a calm, confident voice came on the line.
“Tojou-sensei, may I help you?”
Tojou. The neurosurgeon. Fair enough – if he didn’t have the answers, he didn’t deserve his post. “Takatori Mamoru speaking. Hidaka Ken – his condition is unacceptable. Why have you not fulfilled your obligation?”
“Takatori-san, forgive me, but his injury is stubborn. He has suffered a diffuse axonal injury with spider’s web fracturing of the skull. This means –”
“I know what it means. It means his skull is a jigsaw puzzle. It means his brain is severely bruised in the back from the impact and torn up in the front from the sudden change in direction. That doesn’t change the fact that you assured me that you could fix it.” I had to get control of my anger before the surgeon heard me hyperventilating. I closed my eyes and counted to five. “I want honesty, Tojou. Can you help him, or can you not?”
“It’s not that simple, Takatori-san!”
“Yes. It is. Can you? Or can you not? Pick one before I answer for you.”
There was a long pause, and for a moment I wondered if he had dropped the phone. Then: “I am sorry, sir. I have done all that I can for him.”
“Very well.” I sighed away from the receiver. If Tojou heard it, he probably thought I was smoking. “Get him ready to leave.”
“Sir, you can’t!”
“Can’t I? Do you forget to whom you are speaking, Tojou?” I glared at the phone as though the neurosurgeon stood there in person. “I am moving him to another hospital. See that it’s done.”
“I won’t be held responsible for anything that happens if you move that man,” Tojou said, his tone more afraid than defiant.
“I’m not asking you to. There is a facility in Switzerland, with a medical team standing by. I’ll be there to collect him within the hour.” Before Tojou could argue, I hung up on him.
A/N:
tatoe kono koe ga todokanakute mo
nido to ano koro ni modorenakute mo – sakebitsuzukeru boku ga iru
dore dake jidai ga nagarete mo karada o yusaburu omoi no mama ni...
tatakaitsuzuketa akashi wa nokoru kara
And even when my voice doesn\'t reach you
Even when we can\'t return to that time again – I\'m here, continuing to cry out to you
Even when those times stream by like the feelings that make my body shake...
Because the evidence of our continued fighting remains
“dears” – Gackt Mars
This chapter takes place near midnight. Omi had left orders with the hospital to notify him of any change in Ken’s condition, no matter the hour. So, while Yohji is wandering around drunk…
Ken ~ Spiderweb
Ken isn’t accustomed to such extreme physical weakness, and it’s scaring the hell out of him. Problem is, as an agent of Weiß, he has to face his fear alone – at least, until Omi can arrange a different kind of solution.
Medical notes, for the morbidly curious:
“Diffuse Axonal Injury” (brain injury) – injury to the brain in many areas. An example may be a long tumble down a flight of steps with the brain hitting the inside of the skull many times.
“Contre-coup type” contusions – when the falling head strikes the ground it decelerates abruptly while the semi-fluid brain continues moving towards the point of impact. This causes more severe contusions in the area diametrically opposite the point of impact. Such “contre-coup” contusions occur where the brain glides over the irregular, jagged contours of the skull interior and are usually more severe than the corresponding coup-type contusions.
These are definitely in keeping with the damage inflicted by Farfarello in the final episode – nasty, nasty stuff.
As for the skull itself:
“Spider’s web” fracture – radiating lines connected by concentric fracture rings. Though Ken refers to a spider’s web, he doesn’t actually remember that this is also the nature of his injury.
And, a bit of trivia:
Skull fracture can result from merely walking into a fixed obstruction (73 Newtons or 5 foot pounds), from the 4.5 kg adult head falling from a height of 1 metre onto a hard surface (510 N), the head falling from a standing position (873 N), running into a obstruction (1020 N) or a 100g golf ball or stone thrown with moderate force against the temple.
Omi ~ Mamoru
What he refuses to accept for duty, he will accept for a friend. Though the attitudes of Takatori are repugnant to him, Omi knows that they are necessary. Rest assured, Tojou-sensei will be investigated thoroughly before all is said and done. If he didn’t do anything wrong, he’ll be fine, but gods help him if he screwed up.