Disclaimer: I don’t own Witch Hunter Robin. *turns around and screams* Are you happy, lawyers?! Well, are ya?!
Amon: *walks back in* I’m not going to kill Puff. *sits down and stares at wall*
Kitsune: Well, that was both very smart and very stupid of you.
Amon: Why?
Kitsune: Because I, as well as my hyper sibling, can write this story. But, then again, Puff and I are both immortal so you wouldn’t have been able to kill her anyway.
Puff: *nods* I can prove it, too! *pulls out knife* Watch. *stabs knife into Kitsune*
Kitsune: *pulls knife back out and wound heals* That’s why we’re such fast healers. We can’t really die.
Amon: I would have found a way to kill her anyway. She’s annoying.
Puff: So are you at times, Amon-chan.
Amon: What did you call me?!
Chapter Thirty: Emergency Care
Amon was on the verge of panicking and, surprisingly enough, he was very willing to admit it if anyone had the time to ask. Doujima and Sakaki were frantically trying to rope off the battle area and keep people out of the park until the mess could be cleaned up and Ophelia’s body could be removed. Karasuma was relaying information back to Michael, who was contacting police and the Factory.
“Robin, don’t you die on me now,” Amon growled, horrified by the sheer loss of blood the young craft user had endured. He lightly shook her limp body, hoping to wake her once again. Her head lolled to the side, the blood-soaked blonde locks that had fallen loose from her pigtails catching on the icy wind that was streaming through the park.
The dark hunter stood up calmly and walked over to where Robin’s scarlet overcoat was discarded in the pool of drying blood. He pulled the material from the sticky liquid, shaking what he could off before he went back to over to Robin’s body and covered her with it.
“Javan,” Amon muttered simply, staring worriedly at his daughter’s still body on the park bench. He reached over from where he sat, next to Robin, and brushed a few raven shaded locks of hair off of Javan’s pale face. His fingers trailed in the thin streak of blood that had coiled down the side of her visage. Amon ran his fingers along the crimson path until he found the wounds, wincing slightly when he realized that there was a pair of gashes hidden behind her dark hair.
He sat quietly, his hatred for the witches stewing silently in his mind. His dark hair flowed around his face in the wind, obscuring his obsidian eyes from view. Fruitlessly, Amon tried to wake his hunting partner again lest she slip into a coma.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the emergency medical personnel arrived. With shock filled eyes, they worked in the gruesome site. They carefully avoided looking at Ophelia’s obviously lifeless body, ignoring the gaping burned hole in her throat, as they worked on getting Robin and Javan moved into the ambulance without causing anymore damage to their bodies.
“I don’t think I want to know what happened here,” One of the paramedics muttered as she looked at her patients, hurriedly loading the gurneys into the back of the ambulance, “I can’t believe how young this girl looks. And the poor child.” The doors were slammed shut as she climbed in and the vehicle sped off, leaving Amon and Karasuma alone.
“Do you know what hospital they’re being taken to?” Amon questioned coldly, staring straight ahead. His long black trench coat whipped in the wind along with crisp leaves, some of which were clinging to the barely still damp blood covering a good-sized portion of sidewalk.
“No,” Karasuma responded sadly, twisting her fingers around her cell phone nervously, “But we can always have Michael try and locate them.” Amon nodded once, striding off to sit down on the bench. He looked over, out of the corners of his dark eyes, at the dark brown blood smeared along the edge and trickled over a small part of the seat. His face twisted ever so slightly when he closed his orbs and immediately pictured his own child arranged over that blood.
“Amon,” Karasuma said softly, lightly brushing her fingers across his shoulder where thin streaks of crimson were still apparent from Robin’s wisp of a touch, “Michael traced the ambulance and he knows where they’re being taken. He’s going to give us directions to the hospital. We can leave now, before the workers from the Factory get here.”
“Let’s go,” Amon said coldly, standing up and stalking off down the pathway. Karasuma stood still for a second, stunned by his unchanged personality, before her mind defogged and she jogged to catch up with his rushed strides.
Silently, the pair sped down the deserted sidewalk. Amon’s dark eyes were narrowed, shaded by his ebony hair. Karasuma watched him worriedly, waiting for him to react in at least a semblance of a normal reaction to what he had just seen and experienced. He was simply striding along with his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, the ends of the black material whipping in the wind behind him.
The entire trip to the hospital was uncomfortable for the woman, her knuckles white from having to hold herself steady. If she hadn’t, she would have spent the entire car ride smashing into either a window or Amon.
“Amon, where are we going?” Karasuma asked timidly, glancing at the information desk they had just passed.
“You’ll see,” Amon snapped, his near black eyes flaring with anger as he turned his attention back to his destination. He led her down hallways and up through elevators. They found themselves at the start of a small and dim corridor, where a young nurse sat tiredly at her desk.
“Is Dr. Takahashi here right now?” Amon asked calmly, staring straight at the frail girl. She looked up, his deep voice jolting her violently from her near nap.
“What…what can I help you with?” She stuttered, trying to force herself to looking into his intimidating eyes, “I didn’t quite catch what you had said. I’m sorry.” She waited nervously for Amon to respond, focusing her gaze on Karasuma’s sympathetic and caring face instead of the dark hunter’s chiseled marble features.
“I asked you if Dr. Takahashi was here at the moment,” Amon responded after a moment, his voice strained and edgy as he spoke though clenched teeth.
“I don’t think he’s in this section of the hospital right now,” the nurse stated softly, happy to have an excuse to look back down at her desk. She began shuffling unnecessarily though files and papers strewn across its surface, almost shaking as she straightened everything. Amon glared icily at her, whirling around to walk off.
“Wait, sir,” the nurse called out, her tone sounding as if it were catching in her throat, “I found a note here that said he was went to the emergency room just a few minutes ago. It seems one of his past patients came in, one that he had specified only he could treat safely. You can wait here for him, until he gets back from the call. I’m sure the doctor will be willing to see you then.” Amon nodded curtly, stalking off down the hallway.
“You aren’t go to wait for Dr. Takahashi to get back?” the nurse questioned apprehensively, half hoping that Amon would just leave while the other half didn’t want to lose a patient because he had to wait.
“No,” Amon snarled, his lips barely moving as he spoke, “I’m going straight to the doctor himself.” Karasuma had melted into the shadows, quite content to let Amon deal with the situation; he seemed like he knew what he was doing.
“Sir, I’m sorry but it’s hospital policy that no one enter the emergency room without prior approval from the staff, the actual patients being the exception to this rule,” the nurse explained tensely, looking at a spot on the wall of to the side of Amon’s head, “It’s for the protection of the patients and staff alike.”
“Really, hospital policy?” Amon said in questioning tone, leaning down on the counter directly in front on the young nurse, “And are you going to stop me?”
“I…I’d b…be forced to call sec…security,” she explained, wringing her hands until the tips of her fingers began to turn blue from lack of oxygen. Her eyes were downcast, shadowed by her perfectly cut dark brown bangs.
“I suggest you call security then. I’ll be in the emergency ward if they want to remove me,” Amon stated firmly, gesturing at her telephone as he stood up to his full height. She reached hesitantly for the phone; her hand hesitant as she wondered what Amon was planning.
“Ruri, calling security won’t be necessary,” A man’s voice called from down the hallway, growing nearer with every spoken syllable, “In fact, I’ll handle this. You can return to what ever project you were working on before Amon interrupted you so rudely.” Dr. Takahashi walked into view, his dark hair slightly mussed.
“Dr. Takahashi, I thought you had patients to attend to,” Ruri said worriedly, upset that she hadn’t been able to handle the situation on her own.
“I do, but the operating room needs to be prepared before I can do anymore work,” Dr. Takahashi explained as he pulled Amon into an empty room, flipping on the lights. Karasuma quickly ducked into the room before the doctor slammed the door shut behind them.
“I wasn’t expecting you so soon, Amon. But I figured you’d be here quickly,” Dr. Takahashi said, smiling sadly at the hunter, “You’re doing better than the last time I saw you. It seems my medications fixed you up nicely.”
“Cut the small talk, doctor. How are Javan and Robin?” Amon questioned angrily, his fingers curling into his palms.
“Yes, Robin and Javan. Well, Amon, you’ll be very happy to know that Javan is doing fine. She doesn’t have any damage besides the wounds on her head. Not even a concussion, which is surprising given the severity of the flesh wounds. But I had her admitted for a day, so we could monitor her just in case. You can see her just as soon as she wakes up,” Dr. Takahashi explained, a smile prancing across his face, “I could take you to the pediatric wing right now, if you’d like. The wounds are all cleaned and bandaged. It wasn’t quite as bad as all the blood indicated.”
“Javan is doing fine, that’s great. But what about Robin?” Amon questioned once again, unfurling his fingers. He was somewhat placated by the fact his young daughter wasn’t significantly injured.
“Amon, I’m sorry,” Dr. Takahashi began, the smile falling away from his face, “We’re not sure that we’ll be able to do much. Robin only has a slim chance of surviving this.” His pager went off, the soft beeping resounding around the grimly silent room.
“I have to go. The operating room is set up and they’re taking her in. I’ll do everything in my power to save her, Amon, I promise,” Dr. Takahashi said solemnly as he hurried out of the room, clapping a hand once against Amon’s shoulder before his disappeared through the door.