diumenge, 27 de març de 2011

GARO Fanfic - Cuestión de supervivencia, 2 (5)



Cap. 2: Asedio (parte 5)


Teniendo en cuenta las circunstancias, Koga se está comportando. Sentado en la sala de espera como un buen chico, aguarda con paciencia aparente a que el médico salga de la habitación de Kaoru y le diga cómo está. Así es como ha decidido recompensar a la amable enfermera que también le ha informado que su amada se halla ya fuera de peligro.

No entiende por qué ella se ha tomado una sobredosis de somníferos. O sí. Quizá la tensión de estos días ha sido la gota que ha colmado el vaso. El mismo reconoce que no hay nada en el futuro que le otorgue alguna esperanza de mejoría. Pero la perspectiva de la pérdida de Kaoru es más de lo que él puede soportar en este momento. Tiene que ocuparse más de ella, transmitirle su fuerza. O lo que queda de ella.

Cuando el reloj de la sala indica que ya ha esperado media hora, Koga se dirige a la habitación y entra sin resquemor alguno.

Nadie. Ni médico, ni paciente.

La enfermera amable no encuentra a un Koga conformista esta vez. Por mucho que ella jure que vio al doctor Shimizu entrar, él le echa en cara que no quisiera decirle dónde están, íntimamente convencido de que se ha llevado a Kaoru para hacerle alguna de sus infames pruebas contra su voluntad. El tono exigente de Koga le deja claro a la pobre enfermera que a él no le preocupa en absoluto montar un número allí mismo.

Por fortuna para ella, el doctor Shimizu llega en aquel momento, sólo y ojeando lo que podría ser el historial de un paciente. Koga se precipita hacia él y le agarra una solapa de la bata verde, obligándolo a detenerse y a mirarlo.

–¿Dónde está mi mujer?

Luchan con las miradas. El médico parece decidido a hacerle perder la paciencia.

–En su habitación, descansando del tratamiento.

–¡Mentira!

–¡Suélteme! –El médico logra deshacerse del indeseado agarrón–. Y no tiene derecho a llamarme mentiroso.

–¿Dónde se la ha llevado? ¿Se ha salido con la suya por fin?

El doctor Shimizu ignora a Koga y se dirige a la sorprendida enfermera.

–¿Por qué cree este hombre que la señora Saejima no se halla en su habitación?

–Yo... doctor, yo creí que usted estaba allí con ella.

–No, iba a verla ahora.

Los tres entran ahí, y quedan en silencio por dos segundos.

–Señorita Kobe, avise a Seguridad de que la paciente de... ¿pero qué hace?

Koga está cacheando al médico con muy poco disimulo.

–¡Déjeme en paz!

–¿Le han herido últimamente? –Koga continua con la suya, substituído su enojo por alarma–. ¿Alguien le ha dado un pinchazo? ¿Le han...?

–¿De qué está hablando? ¡Suélteme!

Koga no hace caso y se dirige a la enfermera.

–Dígale a Seguridad que no deje salir al doctor Shimizu del hospital, que no lo detenga sólo un agente, es muy peligroso.

Médico y enfermera lo miran como si estuviese loco.

–¡Hágalo! –ruge él.

diumenge, 20 de març de 2011

GARO Fanfic - A survival affair, 2 (4)


Chap. 2: Siege (part 4)


“So stupid!”

Dr. Shimizu throws his mobile on his desk, making such a noise that amazes him, and for a moment he thinks it may be out of order. He hopes not.

Yesterday, after leaving the Saejima’s mansion, he was insistently phoning them to stop it, but the phone should be off the hook. He has not gone home to sleep. He ordered an ambulance ready for resuscitation and remained all night in the emergency room, in spite the anger of those who work there. But, nothing.

And, now, not answer to the phone yet. But, what do they think?

For the umpteenth time he reads the note by Mrs. Saejima. He has misinterpreted her, poor girl. She wants to do right, but not in the presence of her husband. It's almost seven o'clock, he must have already left, according to her note, and she should have begun to binge on sleeping pills. Did not she ever occur no less dangerous?

He can not wait for the emergency call, every minute is vital. He goes to the parking lot of the ambulance and orders to leave. He is going to reach the Saejima house and to take her before she goes into shock.

Upon arrival, as he knows that the butler will not allow him into, starts pounding on the door with an aluminum tube found in the ambulance, and shouting his own name and that Mrs. Saejima is in great danger. The bewildered butler is crushed by him and the two men of the ambulance barely he opened thedoor.

“Where’s Mrs. Saejima?” the doctor urges him. “Talk now! Do yo want her to die?”

“Of course not, sir! I think she is painting”.

The alarmed servant leads the way to upstairs and opens the door of the painting room, which is full of tables and easels with paintings, but no one there.

“Lady Kaoru!” the butler yells.

Another door opens. The young woman, sweaty and shaky, appears at the doorway.

"Doctor ...”

The doctor rushes to help her to stand.

"This was stupid, you know it, right?” he scolds her.

The butler sees on the little table by the bed the box of thepills and shows it to the doctor.

“I do not understand why she has done this. I could have sworn she is a girl physically and mentally healthy”.

Dr. Shimizu takes the box without a look, and does not answer. Both of them lie her on the stretcher. She is still conscious. She might have taken less capsules than she should to put her life at serious risk. Hopefully! Perhaps she would have to throw up right here before the drug leave her stomach, but then there would be no way to lead her ouf from the house.

“Come on!” he instructs the men of the ambulance.

“Wait!” the butler involves himself. “You have to wait until her husband returns”.

The doctor faces him.

"If she hasn’t her stomach pumped, he will change from husband to widow. Are you coming with her?”

"I have to wait for the lord to tell him. Where did you carry her?

Do these people not know the phone? Best if he is not coming, fewer obstacles.

"To the Central Hospital of Shinagawa”.

Dr. Shimizu is not worried that her husband came in the hospital. That clandestine note by the woman, and signed by her, also shows her willingness to contribute to medical research about the case of people infected by an unknown agent. A trick that he is going to use, if needed.

The ambulance at the door has put a great stir among the journalists outside, who are frantically ringinh the bell. The output of the stretcher leave them speechless for a few moments. They come around and assault the girl with microphones and small gadgets of recording as realize that she is conscious.

“Please let us pass, it’s an emergency!” The doctor shouts to these ruthless people, to which he himself has given the bait.

Suddenly a hand grabs his arm. The girl is scared. She finally realizes the gravity of her situation.

"Protect me from them ..." she says, looking with horror at the journalists.

"They won’t do anything" he replies, “they’re only curious”.

"You don’t understand. They want me”.

Then the doctor sees four or five journalists, all of them together and serious, neither clamoring nor harassing her with microphones. Pretty anomalous in here. Surely this behavior makes the drugged woman hallucinating.

"Don’t worry. I don’t let anyone to harm you, I promise”.

Mrs. Saejima looks at him with strong skepticism and seems willing to discuss, but suddenly she folds over herself and screams in pain.

“Let's go!” he yells to the driver of the ambulance, while preparing for reanimation.

diumenge, 13 de març de 2011

GARO Fanfic - Cuestión de supervivencia, 2 (4)


Cap. 2: Asedio (parte 4) 


–¡Estúpida!

El doctor Shimizu tira su móvil sobre la mesa de su despacho, haciendo un ruído que a él mismo lo pilla desprevenido, y por un momento cree que puede haberlo estropeado. Espera que no.

Ayer, después de dejar la casa de los Saejima, estuvo llamándoles con insistencia para impedirlo, pero el teléfono debía estar descolgado. No ha ido a casa a dormir. Ha ordenado dejar a punto una ambulancia preparada para reanimaciones y se ha quedado toda la noche en urgencias, para enojo de los que trabajan allí. Nada.

Y ahora tampoco responden al teléfono. Pero, ¿en qué piensa esta gente?

Lee por enésima vez la nota de la señora Saejima. La ha interpretado mal, pobre chica. Ella quiere hacer lo correcto, pero no puede en presencia de su marido. Son casi las siete de la mañana, él debe haberse marchado ya, según la nota, y ella habrá empezado a atracarse de somníferos. ¿Es que no se le ha ocurrido nada menos peligroso?

No puede esperar a que llamen a urgencias, cada minuto tiene una importancia vital. Se dirige al aparcamiento de las ambulancias y ordena salir a la que ha reservado. Se presentará en casa de los Saejima y se la llevará antes de que entre en shock.

Al llegar, como sabe que el mayordomo no le dejará entrar, empieza a aporrear la puerta con un tubo de aluminio que ha encontrado en la ambulancia y a gritar su propio nombre y que la señora Saejima está en gran peligro. El confuso mayordomo es arrollado por él y por los dos chicos de la ambulancia con su camilla apenas abre la puerta.

–¿Dónde está la señora Saejima? –le urge el médico–. ¡Hable ya! ¿Quiere que muera?

–¡Claro que no, señor! Creo que está pintando.

El alarmado sirviente lidera la marcha hacia el piso superior y abre la puerta de la habitación, que  está llena de cuadros y caballetes con sus pinturas, pero no hay nadie.

–¡Señora Kaoru! –grita el mayordomo.

Otra puerta se abre. La joven mujer, sudorosa y tambaleante, aparece en el umbral.

–Doctor...

El médico se precipita hacia ella y la ayuda a mantenerse en pie.

–Esto ha sido una estupidez, lo sabe, ¿verdad? –la riñe él.

El sirviente encuentra sobre la mesita la caja del somnífero y se lo muestra al médico.

–No entiendo por qué ella ha hecho ésto. Yo habría jurado que es una joven saludable física y mentalmente.

El doctor Shimizu toma la caja sin apenas mirarla y no responde. Entre ambos la acuestan en la camilla. Aún está consciente. Quizá ha tomado menos cápsulas de las que debería para poner en serio riesgo su vida. ¡Ojalá! Quizá habría suficiente con hacerla vomitar aquí mismo, antes de que el fármaco abandone su estómago, pero entonces no habría forma de sacarla a ella de la casa.

–¡Vámonos! –ordena a los chicos de la ambulancia.

–¡Un momento! –interviene el mayordomo–. Tiene que esperar a que regrese su marido.

El médico se enfrenta a él.

–Si no le hacemos enseguida un lavado de estómago pasará del estado de marido al de viudo. ¿Viene usted con ella?

–Tengo que esperar al señor para decírselo. ¿Dónde la llevan?

¿Es que esta gente no conoce el teléfono móvil? Mejor si no les acompaña, menos obstáculos.

–Al Hospital Central de Shinagawa.

Al doctor Shimizu ya no le preocupa que su marido se presente en el hospital. La nota que la mujer le ha pasado clandestinamente, y firmada por ella, también declara su voluntad de contribuir a la investigación médica en el caso de las personas infectadas por un agente desconocido. Una baza que él no piensa desaprovechar.

La presencia de la ambulancia junto a la puerta ha armado un gran revuelo entre los periodistas, que están llamando frenéticos al timbre. La salida de la camilla los deja mudos por unos breves momentos. Se concentran a su alrededor, y asaltan a la chica con micrófonos y pequeños aparatos de gravación al darse cuenta de que está consciente.

–¡Por favor, déjennos pasar, es una emergencia! –grita el médico a esos despiadados, a los que él mismo ha dado la carnaza.

De repente, una mano agarra su brazo. La joven tiene miedo. Por fin se ha dado cuenta de la gravedad de su situación.

–Protéjame de  ellos... –dice ella, mirando con espanto a los periodistas.

–No le harán nada –le responde– sólo están curiosos.

–Usted no lo entiende. Me quieren a mí.

Entonces, el doctor advierte que cuatro o cinco periodistas, todos ellos juntos y serios, ni vociferan ni la acosan con sus micrófonos. Una contención anómala en este contexto. Seguro que ésto hace alucinar a la drogada mujer.

–No se preocupe. No permitiré que nadie le dañe. Se lo prometo.

La señora Saejima lo mira con fuerte excepticismo y parece querer discutir, pero de repente se dobla sobre sí misma y grita de dolor.

–¡Vámonos ya! –le grita al conductor de la ambulancia, mientras prepara el desfibrilador.

dilluns, 7 de març de 2011

GARO Fanfic - A survival affair, 2 (3)


Chap. 2: Siege (part 3)


After an almost sleepless night, because an intense emotional activity, and encouraging each other, the exhausted couple found themselves at the kitchen taking by storm the coffee pot, even before Gonza had started the breakfast.

The TV shows some images taken in the garden the last night: a tacit and moody Kouga was pushing through the reporters in good and bad manners, depending on the resistance in front of him, to get home. The big push one of them got as trying to sneak in was greeted with protests and jeers. Some of them had camped in the garden as if they were the owners, knowing they can not be throw out without making a public scandal.

At Kantai, a letter to be delivered by hand to the prime minister by the High Priestess Garai and a Knight to be determined is being writen. Someone is already tasked with the appointment. The prime minister will be asked for confirmation by his colleagues in other countries, suggesting to begin with Korea, Colombia and Denmark. He will be suggested to send undercover agents to spy on certain villages. And it is believed to have then the Kaoru's blood test to the prime minister to form an idea of the magnitude of the threat.

“What can the Government do?”  Kaoru asks, after hearing from Kouga what is planned.

“To let us to advice and give help to implement the measures we’re planning”.

“Which?”

“Contain the press. As the horrors suspect that the Makai were not the only ones going after them, they will openly attack, and panic will spread”.

“I ...” Kaoru sighs “I don’t think that panic can be avoided”.

"Maybe. But we need time to develop communication strategies to educate people about what happens, and what they can do. And some time to get ready the leaders and the security forces”.

“Will there was so long?”

“It must”.

Kouga’s categorical tone does not allow any arguing, so she focuses on another facet.

“How can normal humans fight the horrors, being unable to handle the metalsoul?”

“Against a large concentration of horrors can be used artillery loaded with metalsoul shrapnel, but against the Bariri it could be a double edged sword. Imagine some of them mad because they have been damaged at their plexus of satiety”.

"They’d eat each other”.

“You can assumed that the shrapnel would hit them enough for human carrying flamethrower of Madou Fire ended up with them. I know from experience how dangerous a maimed Bariri is”.

“Firearms do nothing to them?”

“The small ones, such as pistols, hand grenades, and so, don’t have enough dimensional depth. The efficacity of heavy artillery is an area we're going to start studying. Anyway, if we use the, there is a risk they take hold of them and use them against us”.

”But, Kouga, if the horrors can disguise as any human, if they even want, couldn’t easily get the stocks?”

He does not answer. It is unlikely enough dumb substitutes of Madou jewels fast enough to capture the horrors and, until this moment, only Kaoru can identify Bariri. Kouga realizes that they will have to use her, however how much it hurts him. And worse: he knows he has no right to object. So, he is forced to give up his plans to take her away for her safety from humans and horrors. Otherwise, he would betray the entire human species.

"Hey, I ...”

He does not know how to tell it.

"With those ones and the Bariri out there you can’t leave the house. The doctor will have to come here to take the blood”.

She merely nods, keeping to herself her knowledge of his thoughts. She’s going to paint. Although, could she focuss? How to silence the inner clamor that requires her to do something! She already does something by giving some blood, and will do more, since she is the only recognizing Bariri. However...”
*      *      *

Dr. Shimizu does not like he owner of the house, less and less, who is watching them like a hawk to its prey, while the nurse comes to draw blood. But he can not complain, they have yielded to his request. Pressured by the "guests" camped at their garden, true. They deserve it.

The woman is very tense, perhaps is one of those people terrified of needles. Consequently, the nurse fails to hit her vein, and she has begun to complain he pokes on his arm. The eyes of her husband promise a dramatic final of session.

"Mrs. Saejima” the doctor involves himself “take three deep breaths, relax the arm and focus your eyes anywhere except on your arm, or we will never end”.

The girl obeys and, finally, the syringe can be filled with the medium that he covets so much. He is looking forward to get the lab, but she must try it again.

"Mrs. Saejima, please reconsider my request. Blood does not say everything. We could get a lot of data by a CAT scan, a biopsy and a ...”

“No way!”

Mr. Saejima does not moved a muscle, despite the strong emphasis in his exclamation. A man capable of exercising such a control over his body can be very dangerous. Better not tempting his fate.

The young wife looks down, submissive. He don’t even have a chance to convince her, damn it! Well, depending he discovered, could ask to the authorities for a better cooperation.

Her husband goes to the door, call the butler and says that the guests are leaving. But Dr. Shimizu gets atonished as feels the girl's hand slipping into the pocket of his jacket. A thief? Instinctively he introduces his own hand to see what's missing. He feels a folded paper did not have before. Crosses a glance with the woman, so short that he does not dare to interpret.