Ok, this is an edited version of my first chapter. I read it over again and I didn't like it so this is the new one.
"Van are you there?" Fiona called.
"Yeah, I'm in the liger." Van waved down, his hair cascaded over his face.
"What are you doing up there?"
Van smiled down at her and replied, "Umm...I'm going to the bathroom. What do you think I'm doing?"
Her eyes widened and she made the shape of an o with her mouth. "Wow, that was hilarious."He smiled and wiped the hair that had fallen, out of his face.
"Well, I brought you something to drink and eat, I thought you might be hungry." She handed him the plate and cup.
"Whew, thanks a lot I'm starved." Van thankfully took the plate, "You know…you didn't have to do that."
"You're welcome," She stopped and then said, "And I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to."
Later
Fiona had retreated to her room to think and just lay around; she was extra tired. Earlier she had been talking to Moonbay, sharing her thoughts and feelings, as always.
"Hey, what's goin' on?" Irvine asked, walking in and startling Fiona from her thoughts.
"Umm…nothing, I'm just resting." She answered quickly.
"Okay, well, have you seen Moonbay around anywhere?"
"She was in here a few minutes ago, but she left saying she had something to do." Fiona answered, "I don't know what. She probably went looking for you."
Irvine sighed heavily, "Okay, well, tell her to come find me when she gets back." He mumbled under his breath; almost inaudibly, "If she comes back…
She smiled as she pictured how cute they were together.
Fiona decided she should go to bed, even though it was only early evening.
Next Morning
Van walked in to the kitchen, still in his pajamas. He had, had a restless nights sleep.
"Fiona what's wrong?" Van asked when he noticed Fiona's pale figure by the table, "You look sick."
"I don't feel too good."
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know…I'm just not feeling right." She leaned back against the table for support and then decided it would be better to sit down.
"I think you should lie down you need more rest." Van scooped Fiona off the seat and carried her to her room.
"Thank you." She said, gratefully lying down.
"No problem." Van turned to leave.
"Van?"
"Yeah?" He stopped and looked at her.
"Will you do me a favor?"
"Sure, anything." He kneeled down before her bed.
"Can you stay in here until I fall asleep?"
"If that's what you want."
Van waited until Fiona fell asleep to leave. She looked sick…frighteningly sick.
Minutes passed; finally she fell asleep.
He got up to leave, but stopped to look down at Fiona. She looked so beautiful when she slept. So peaceful. She hadn't a care in the world.
Fiona had slept all day; she hadn't moved from her position. Something had to be wrong.
Van asked Moonbay what to do. She would know. She always did.
"Moonbay, you think I should bring Fiona to the hospital? It doesn't seem like she's gonna get better anytime soon."
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea."
"I'll go check up on her."
Fiona's room
Van looked down at Fiona. She was so pale and fragile looking. He had to get her to the hospital and soon. It wasn't right. Someone doesn't just sleep in all day for nothing.
Fiona woke with a start and groaned.
"Are you okay?" Van was by her side in an instant.
"Nooo." It took Fiona effort to speak and Van knew it.
"Don't speak, Fiona I'll get you to the hospital right away." Van said picking her up, "Hang in there."
He took her to his Liger. They were going to the hospital.
In the Blade Liger
Van carefully wrapped a blanket around Fiona and laid her in the back seat. He looked back to see if she was sleeping. She was. He could never mistake the beauty of her; he never had. She was perfect. And he was worried.
Why did something like this have to happen to Fiona, of all people?
Hospital Time
Van got to the hospital and ran in with Fiona in his arms. They checked into a room and a doctor by the name of Dr. Friedman came to help.
"What's wrong with her?"
"I don't know! You're the doctor, you tell me!" He wanted to yell in the doctors face, but held himself back.
"Tell me what happened; What kind of symptoms?"
Van was at a loss for words. He didn't really know. He hadn't paid attention to symptoms, and Fiona hadn't said anything. "All I know is that she was really tired…"
"Okay." He scratched his pen across the pad, writing something only he could read. "We'll figure it out."
Thanks for reading. Hope you like this! RR!