Hi you guys! Kawaii Ryu is reporting for duty! Ch. 5 Scouts Honor Usagi smiled as she skipped home from school. She decided to help her mother with dinner instead of going to the arcade, and she was content with her decision. *I wonder what we will be having to eat?* Bursting into the house she greeted Ikuko, giggling at the surprised expression on her mothers face. *Maybe I should do this more often!* "Hi mom! Do you need any help with dinner?" she chirped. Ikuko replied in a stunned tone, "Why are you home so early? Aren�t you usually at the arcade?" "Oh, I decided to skip the arcade today and come home. Maybe help you do something, if you want." "Okay�do you want to peel the potatoes?" Grinning, Usagi bounced into the kitchen and started. *I wonder if Ami is awake? Her mother is leaving late tonight�The girls said they would move Ami tomorrow morning, so I have to get up extra early�" Cutting her finger slightly with the potato peeler, Usagi quickly washed and bandaged it and decided to keep her mind on the task at hand. Early the next morning, Usagi was woken by Luna. Shooting out of bed she slipped into her already-lain-out school clothes and grabbed her bag, which was placed on her chair the night before. Running downstairs, she almost collided with her mother, who had just woken up. "Sorry mom I need to visit Ami before school and I already am late so I will just grab my breakfast and bye!" Without pausing to take a breath, Usagi grabbed a bagel and dashed off towards Makoto�s apartment. Arriving there minutes later, she rang the doorbell impatiently. It opened to the astonished face of Rei, who immediately grabbed her hand and lead her to Ami�s temporary room all the while hissing, "You are actually here? Early too? This must be some kind of a record." Grinning, Usagi knew that Rei didn�t mean any harm with her teasing, and only whispered back "Why are we whispering?" *Ami is probably sleeping.* "Ami is sleeping." Opening the door to Makoto�s bedroom quietly, the girls beheld Ami, dozing, on the bed with Makoto next to her. Ushering Usagi inside, Rei closed the door. Gliding forward, Usagi smiled softly. Ami looked so peaceful, so�content. *I really hope that she stays this peaceful for a week.* As if to contradict her earlier image, Ami turned and moaned. "She had been doing that all morning," Makoto murmured, "And I can�t find much of anything wrong, except that she is running a slight fever." "Maybe it is just the process of healing?" Usagi whispered back, hoping against hope that it wasn�t something worse. "Maybe." Usagi stopped by that afternoon, as well. Sliding inside to Ami�s room, she viewed the girl with an-ever growing sense of urgency. The senshi of Mercury continued to toss and turn, moaning as if she was hurt. Makoto laid a hand on Usagi�s shoulder, startling her. "Oh! It�s you." She was lead into the kitchen and explained the gravity of the situation. "I tried to reach Ms. Mizuno, but she must have turned off her cell. Her wounds have started bleeding again Usagi! We need some help, but I don�t know who to ask." Silent tears of frustration dripped down Makoto�s face. "Don�t worry," Usagi encouragingly smiled, "I am sure we can find someone to help us. But for now, we should change her bandages." Nodding, Makoto left to find some new dressings for the wound and Usagi entered the heavy atmosphere of Ami�s room again. Cradling the water-senshi�s sweat-covered head in her lap, just like that fateful day�*was it only three days ago? It seems like a lifetime* Starting to take off the covering for Ami�s leg wound, she quickly bound it with the new dressings Makoto offered. Continuing on, she re-covered all of the petite girl�s wounds. Glancing over at Makoto, she nibbled on her lower lip. "They shouldn�t be bleeding, should they." Makoto�s statement broke the silence. Usagi shook her head, then eased off of the bed and padded to the living room. "I don�t think so. I hope it isn�t infection." Smiling waterly(AN: is waterly a word??), Usagi murmured "I am going to leave now. Call me." Nodding, Makoto opened the door. |