Ninjago Stuff

Out of Breath Part II Kai/Lloyd

  "LLOYD! Ohmygod ohmygod...."
  "Kai!" Jay ran up to me and shook my shoulder. "What's going on?!? What happened?!?"
  "I... don't know.." It took all I had in me not to cry. "He just... kind of.."
  "The diagnostic report seems to indicate Lloyd is experiencing a severe bronchospasm. Fluticasone needs to be administered immediately."
  "Zane, honey," Cole drawled. "English please."
  Nya rolled her eyes. "What he means is that Lloyd's having an asthma attack and we need to book it to the hospital or else, ya douche!"
  "Or else... what?"
  "Jay, good Lord! Come on, Kai, let's go. There isn't a moment to lose!" But I was frozen. I had never felt so helpless in my entire life... he had begged me for help, and I couldn't do anything. What if the I'm the last person he will ever see? I looked into his porcelain face, now tinted with blue. He was so perfect. What I would do to be able to hold that face in my hands...
  "EARTH TO KAI! We need to go now!" Nya yelled. Her expression softened as she saw my face. "Or would you rather stay here? You don't have to come if you don't-"
  "No, I'm coming."
  "Then hurry your ass up! Lloyd needs us!"
  As we sped over to the hospital, I realized something.
  I need him, too.
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  It's... cold.. and dark. So very dark. The weight... I can't breathe... the smoke is too thick... I'm going to die. I can feel it. It's not going to let go..... is this what it feels like? To die? I didn't think that it would be so.... black. I didn't think at all... I can't think... I can't fight it... I'm so tired.... but...
  The... the light... I can see it.... but it's so small.... please, please, I need it! I.... NEED-
  I gasped for air, my lungs greedily taking in the oxygen. Squinting in the bright light, I tried to stand up... and my brain felt like it was left behind on the pillow. "Take it easy, sir," A blond...nurse? rushed up to me, and sat me back down on the bed. He quickly rushed out again, yelling, "Dr. Sambuccini! He's awake!" He was kind of cute, but his screaming didn't exactly help with my headache, let me tell you.
  A red headed woman in a starched white lab coat came back in, escorted by the nurse. She smelled like rubbing alcohol.
  "Here he is!" boasted the nurse, puffing out his chest. "I told you!"
  "Jesus Christ, James!" Dr. Sambucinni glared at her associate. "I get it that you're new, but your bedside manner could use some work!"
  "Sorry, ma'am," James blushed. I almost felt bad for the guy. He reminded me of Jay. "I'll go check on the other patients now."
  "You do that." Seemingly satisfied, the doctor turned to me. "Lloyd! How lovely it is to see you awake. How are you feeling? Light-headed? Nauseous? Short of breath at all?"
  Taken aback, I squeaked, "No, ma'am."
  "Good. Your leukotrine levels have gone down, then."
  "What happened?"
  "You had an asthma attack. You were in pretty bad shape when your friends brought you in. You've been out all night."
  My friends! "How are they?"
  Dr. Sambuccini frowned. "They? They who?"
  "My friends! They must be worried sick! Oh, this is all my fault-"
  "Honey, this is not your fault. Not at all! I think that your friends know that, too." She brushed some strands of hair out of her eyes so she could look at me. "Are you ok?"
  "You tell me."
  "Not in that way, hon. On the inside."
  I let out a wistful sigh. "Not really."
  "Wanna talk to me about it?"
  "Do I have to?"
  "It can help with the stress."
  How did she know? "What are you talking about?"
  "Don't lie to me. It's obvious; the dark circles under your eyes, the constant fidgeting-" At that, I crossed my legs to keep them from tapping, "-pretty much everything you've said to me so far.. I didn't go to med school for eight years for nothing." She sat down next to me on the bed. "Look, I get it that this is hard, but more stress will only make your asthma worse. Talking about it will only help. If you need a counselor, I could refer you to one-"
  "No, I think that a counselor would just be awkward. Can I just talk to you about it?"
  So I told her everything; about how tiring it is to be the Green Ninja, always having to swoop in to save the day; about my mysterious new powers that scared me more often than helped me; about my family and my dad's sacrifice to save us all; about growing up at Darkley's and being evil for a good half of my life; about becoming an adult in ten minutes and missing having the leisure of being an irresponsible child; about my best friends and teammates in the world; and about my sexuality and... Kai. By the time I was finished, I was bawling.
  "Just let it all out," cooed Dr. Sambuccini. "Crying is healthy every once and a while. Feeling better?"
  "Much better, thank you. Umm.. Doc?"
  "Hmm?"
  "Thank you for talking it all out with me. It feels a lot better to just.. vent. I haven't been able to do this in a while. I'm sorry that I rambled for so long-"
  "Don't apologize. It was my pleasure. If you ever need anything, just let me know, k?"I nodded.
  "I have one more question."
  "Yeah?"
  "When am I allowed visitors? There's something I need to do."
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Oh snigglefrigates! That shit got real! So yeah. There WILL be a part three. I'm tempted to make this its own book. Thank you guys for supporting my writing, especially LydiaSwain and Lloyd1-1 for going bananas about the first part! (That's what I need to get motivated. I am a weirdo.)
Love y'all!