AN#1: Hey there guys! I'm back with the third part to this story! I hope you guys have been enjoying it so far and I hope you guys like this new chapter! :)
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By the time Cora and Brax approached the hospital, both of them were sick with worry and terrified over Ratchet's possible state. As Brax pulled into the parking lot, Cora squeezed her hands into tight fists in her jacket pockets. She could barely breathe, and she felt so wired up with fear she was scared she wouldn't be able to take any kind of news without breaking down.
Brax swallowed anxiously as he backed into a parking spot, equally worried about his fellow Ranger's health. Most heroes never lived long, healthy lives, and Brax didn't want Ratchet to be added to that list. The young Lombax was always brimming with cheer and the love of living life, and it wouldn't be fair if the universe took him away at such a young age.
The two of them bolted out of the car as soon as it stopped, Brax locking up the car behind him as Cora dragged him to the front doors of the hospital. They burst into the hospital and gawked in shock at what they saw.
"Come on Brax! Ratchet needs us now!" Cora exclaimed, dragging the male Ranger through the automatic hospital doors.
Brax stuffed the keys in his bulky sweatshirt pocket as the two of them burst into the hospital room. "I know Cora! I'm just trying to... make... sure... our..." Brax trailed off as he stared at the chaotic scene in front of him.
People were absolutely everywhere. The normally sick patients and their caretakers were crammed into the corners of the waiting room, their sad and furious faces aimed right at the group responsible for the seat changes. Reporters flooded the middle of the hospital waiting room, swarming around the front desk and any hospital assistant that stepped into the room. Cameramen and women pointed their cameras at their respective reporters, each fighting to get the first news on Ratchet's condition. Police officers fought back against the horde of reporters, gently pushing them backwards to the doors, but reeling back as the reporters tried to surge forward to get the news. It was utter chaos in the lobby, and Cora and Brax were nearly trampled as another reporter from another TV station tore into the hospital and bolted for the front desk.
The two Rangers stood star-struck for a moment before a middle-aged hurried over to them. He wore a dark grey, bomber jacket over a wrinkled shirt and a pair of worn jeans. With the barely maintained poker face combined with the dark bags underneath his eyes, both Cora and Brax could tell that whatever was going on wasn't looking good.
"Corporal... Jackson?"
The man nodded slightly before moving the three of them to a small space free of reporters, just diagonal of the reception desk. "On all the nights one of you guys gets injured it has to be the one where I'm taking the night off." The corporal rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I know I'm not in uniform, but I heard the news right as I was getting out of the shower, and with how fast the press can move, I threw on whatever I had and got here as fast as I could."
"How's Ratchet?" Cora asked quickly, the question leaving her mouth before her brain could even process it.
Jackson sucked in a breath and looked over at the crowd of reporters. The police were starting to lose the battle with the reporters, and now the men and women were swarming the hospital waiting room, eager to ask every person if they had seen Ratchet come into the hospital and evaluate what kind of condition the Lombax had been in. "I'm going to be honest with you two, it-"
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Fanfiction(A gift to the Ratchet and Clank community) Ratchet is torn. He has been on the planet Earth for a year now, and he doesn't want to leave. He doesn't want to go back to Solana, but with the threat of disappointing his friends and family weighing him...
