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wonderlife) wrote2012-04-25 10:44 pm
wonderlife) wrote2012-04-25 10:44 pm
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The Girl in the Yellow Dress
Author: Nichole
Rated: G
Word Count: ?
Story Title: The Girl in the Yellow Dress
Summary: The moment Ling'er first showed a real and true sign of being seriously ill.
Author's Note: I've wanted to write this piece for a long time, and I figured now worked. Ling'er, if you've read the stories you know this, has always been rather weak. But, this is that moment where it starts to become clear that not all is right.
She’s wearing a yellow sundress that Jin sent over from California and carrying a bright green umbrella when he sees her fall. She just standing there, her umbrella shielding her from the bright sunlight, when shows her weakness.
She looks back at him, smiles, and then a most curious thing happens – her body begins to stiffen. Mouth opening in a silent scream, she seems frozen (though he senses that she’s trying to move toward him. He knows she’s screaming inside her head). Her eyes roll back into her head and she falls. Her green umbrella flies carelessly from her hands and finds a spot a few feet away from her.
The fall seems to take forever to him – she’s already dead to the world. Once on the ground, she shakes and jerks. Her tongue moves around her mouth, as if she’s still trying to shout for help. He thinks the fear inside her must be unbearable.
And then, just as suddenly as it began, it all stops. She’s perfectly still on the wet grass. For a moment, he thinks she’s dead. It’s then that he rushes toward her – suddenly his mind as returned.
Kneeling down beside her, he brushes the hair from her face. Quietly, almost frightened of what will happen, he whispers her name, “Ling’er.” There is no response. The only proof that she is still alive is her breathing and the rapid flickering of her eyelashes.
Ling’er’s eyes open slowly, but she looks past him. He wonders if she knows who he is or if she’s completely lost. “I,” her voice is weak and he knows she wouldn’t remember this later. She might not even know she’s saying it now.”I want my Ahjuhssi.”
Cradling her close, he nods. “I’m here. Your old Ahjuhssi is here.” He can feel her shake her head against him. “I am.”
“You’re not him.” Ling’er’s voice still sounds weak, but there is fear in it now. “Where’s my . . . I want my Ahjuhssi. I want my Ahjuhssi. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m,” her words are cut off by her chocking. Suddenly, she vomits on herself and part of his shirt.
There is a moment, where nothing happens. They still perfectly still, before she stops moving – sleep has taken hold of her again.
He waits a long time before taking his hand phone out of his jacket. He presses the one and waits while it rings. When the other end picks up, a male voice says his name in an exasperated tone.
Fighting back the urge to tell the voice off, he holds Ling’er close to him and speaks as calmly as he can into the phone, “Mason, come to the park near the apartment. Ling’er’s sick. We need to talk her to a doctor. I. . .I think she’s very ill. She ruined her dress.”
After hanging up, he gently picks Ling’er up and carries her to the entrance of the park to wait for Mason to come with a borrowed or stolen car. Without realizing it, he leaves behind her green umbrella.
Rated: G
Word Count: ?
Story Title: The Girl in the Yellow Dress
Summary: The moment Ling'er first showed a real and true sign of being seriously ill.
Author's Note: I've wanted to write this piece for a long time, and I figured now worked. Ling'er, if you've read the stories you know this, has always been rather weak. But, this is that moment where it starts to become clear that not all is right.
She’s wearing a yellow sundress that Jin sent over from California and carrying a bright green umbrella when he sees her fall. She just standing there, her umbrella shielding her from the bright sunlight, when shows her weakness.
She looks back at him, smiles, and then a most curious thing happens – her body begins to stiffen. Mouth opening in a silent scream, she seems frozen (though he senses that she’s trying to move toward him. He knows she’s screaming inside her head). Her eyes roll back into her head and she falls. Her green umbrella flies carelessly from her hands and finds a spot a few feet away from her.
The fall seems to take forever to him – she’s already dead to the world. Once on the ground, she shakes and jerks. Her tongue moves around her mouth, as if she’s still trying to shout for help. He thinks the fear inside her must be unbearable.
And then, just as suddenly as it began, it all stops. She’s perfectly still on the wet grass. For a moment, he thinks she’s dead. It’s then that he rushes toward her – suddenly his mind as returned.
Kneeling down beside her, he brushes the hair from her face. Quietly, almost frightened of what will happen, he whispers her name, “Ling’er.” There is no response. The only proof that she is still alive is her breathing and the rapid flickering of her eyelashes.
Ling’er’s eyes open slowly, but she looks past him. He wonders if she knows who he is or if she’s completely lost. “I,” her voice is weak and he knows she wouldn’t remember this later. She might not even know she’s saying it now.”I want my Ahjuhssi.”
Cradling her close, he nods. “I’m here. Your old Ahjuhssi is here.” He can feel her shake her head against him. “I am.”
“You’re not him.” Ling’er’s voice still sounds weak, but there is fear in it now. “Where’s my . . . I want my Ahjuhssi. I want my Ahjuhssi. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m,” her words are cut off by her chocking. Suddenly, she vomits on herself and part of his shirt.
There is a moment, where nothing happens. They still perfectly still, before she stops moving – sleep has taken hold of her again.
He waits a long time before taking his hand phone out of his jacket. He presses the one and waits while it rings. When the other end picks up, a male voice says his name in an exasperated tone.
Fighting back the urge to tell the voice off, he holds Ling’er close to him and speaks as calmly as he can into the phone, “Mason, come to the park near the apartment. Ling’er’s sick. We need to talk her to a doctor. I. . .I think she’s very ill. She ruined her dress.”
After hanging up, he gently picks Ling’er up and carries her to the entrance of the park to wait for Mason to come with a borrowed or stolen car. Without realizing it, he leaves behind her green umbrella.