Baby I'm Longing For- First Draft

Love conquers all

The journey home seemed to take forever. As soon as the tube train pulled into Edgware Station, Norstara and Lucitana raced on ahead to inform Jennyanydots of the situation and to set out the necessary medical facilities. Munkustrap was limping heavily and clutching his side, the pain having flared up as the adrenaline had begun to wear off, but he refused to accept any kind of help.

"I'm fine," he insisted, grumpily. There was no arguing with him, but that didn't stop Jazzie from keeping a stern eye on him at all times. Even though he seemed relatively well, she knew that anything could be going on inside his body. A myriad of possible problems were buzzing through her mind. He could be bleeding internally from a major blood vessel, or maybe suffering from peritonitis. If his intestinal tract had been hit, then it's contents could be leaking into his abdomen. Or a vital nerve or organ could have been damaged. She had no way of knowing, until she got him to the emergency room and could examine him. Suddenly, she felt his paw on hers, bringing her out of her inner monologue.

"Stop worrying, woman!" he told her. She felt him squeeze her paw, trying to reassure her.

"I can't help it!" she replied, grasping his wrist and feeling for his heartbeat. She felt relieved when she felt it beating steadily against her fingertips, not too fast, nor too slow, so at least shock could be ruled out, for now at least.

Munkustrap felt a paw touch his other arm, and looked down to see Demeter looking up at him with those wide, sympathetic eyes. She looked like she wanted to say something, but was struggling to find the right words. She opened her mouth, as though about to speak, but no sound came out, so she closed it again. From his opposite side, Jazzie spoke for her instead, "You can wipe that piteous look off your face and replace it with one of shame Demeter!" she hissed, "It is your fault he is in this state! If you'd only had some common sense, rather than putting yourself in danger..."

"That's enough you two! Can't you at least try to get along?" Munkustrap snapped. The queens glared at each other and stared sullenly in opposite directions, but said no more to each other.

Jazzie's resolve was bent on treating Munkustrap the minute they arrived at the Infirmary. Munkustrap, however, had other ideas.

"Must see Bomba...!" he insisted, trying to bulldoze his way through the barricade of nurses to get to her cubicle.

"Oh no you don't!" snapped Jennyanydots, placing a firm paw on his chest to stop him, "YOU are going to get those wounds seen to and then you are going to get yourself cleaned up. Bombalurina is sleeping right now, and she is not to be disturbed!"

"But...!"

"No buts! Do as you're told!" she scolded him like he was a naughty kitten, rather than the Jellicle Protector. Only Jennyanydots could get away with talking to him like that, and he knew that to disobey the Gumbie Cat would be extremely unwise. So he sighed,

"Fine!" And allowed Jazzie to lead him into another cubicle, where he had to put up with being prodded and poked for the next half an hour. Although he had to concede that it wasn't all that bad, seeing as it was a sexy French nurse who was doing prodding and poking after all! As he lay on the table, Jazzie removed the collar, belt and blood stained scarf as delicately as she could and then gently applied pressure to the area around the stab wound in his side.

"Does it hurt when I press here?" She asked.

"No."

"Here?"

"Nope."

"Any numbness here?"

"No."

"What about here?"