Post by ebonyviper on Jul 11, 2007 20:48:57 GMT -5
ON HER OWN
by EbonyViper
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction. Ebony, Ricardo Sanchez, Dr. Edward Morrison, and Miss Opal all belong to me. The Ebony in this story is the version from the Swept Away RP. Any relation to Pixar Disney movie, Cars, is purely a coincidence and no copyright infringement is involved. This is just for entertainment purposes only.
Shelter, finally... a young, gravid Dodge Viper thinks as she approaches a small cave, her distended sides heaving from the exertion of the drive over, Must stop... and rest for a bit...
The Viper was panting rapidly, a sign that she was going into labor. She felt hot and was trying to fight against the intense pain that was coming from the strengthening contractions that was now gripping her body like a vice.
Gasping sharply, she reared up on her front tires and pushed, as her instincts were telling her to do. It was hurting badly and she was crying hard from it. She kept pushing until she could push no more, laying exhausted and weak on the cave floor.
At first, it looked as if the Viper was dead, laying there unmoving and barely breathing, except for the faint expanding and contracting of her still-distended sides. She needed some time to decompress. For hours she was like this, dead to the world, but finally waking to the light nibbling of something small on her lower lip.
“Hwga...? Wa goik ona...?”
Her speech was sounding like gibberish at the moment, a side-effect of her ordeal, and because she was completely drained of her strength. She blinked a few times to make sure that this was not a dream, but had actually happened to her.
The Viper teen looked down on the tiny forms in front of her fender. It was real then. She had been in term, but could only feel the symptoms, thinking that she was becoming very ill. The heaviness and the slowness were determining factors in her condition. But, how did she get like that? What had happened to her that she would be carrying babies, and twins at that, to full term?
She looked at the newborns again, her breathing irregular, but otherwise, she felt nothing else but extreme exhaustion and weakness.
“...You guys look... so small...” her voice was faint and shaky, “...I don't know how... I managed to carry... both of you to full term... and not die...”
The Viper was trembling fiercely when she attempted to stand up on her wheels, breathing raggedly, but she was still too weak in the suspension to be going anywhere. So, instead, she just ended up crawling slowly toward the cave entrance to look outside. It was snowing. Shivering uncontrollably, the young teen creeps slowly back toward the babies and lets them curl up against her underneath her tattered nightcover.
It was cold and she could feel consciousness slipping away from her. She knew what would happen if she did close her eyes. Hypothermia would set in and she would surely die in her current condition.
But she did close her eyes, succumbing to an exhausted sleep, her body was so weak. When she opened them again, she became aware of something totally different about her surroundings.
White walls... smells like antiseptic... where am I...? A hospital...?
The nurse, a tuned Ford Mustang, who had just come in to check her vitals noticed that the Viper was showing signs of waking up after two and half days of unconsciousness as well as being on life support. She saw the girl looking at her surroundings in a confused manner.
“Yes, you're in a hospital, Honey,” the nurse told the Viper, “Don't worry. Everyone's nice here.”
The Viper teen gave the nurse a blank, confused, yet disbelieving stare, but said nothing at the moment. She was too weak to speak coherently.
A hospital with nice doctors...?
“I'll let you sleep some more if you need it,” the nurse gently patted the Viper's fender, “The doctor will be by in a bit, though, in case you wish to speak with him.”
It was an effort for the Viper to speak still. “...Where are... my babies...? What have... you done with... them...?
The nurse blinked for a second, trying to figure out what the Viper meant by 'my babies'. She just so young to be having children, the nurse, She looks to be about sixteen.
“Easy,” the nurse soothed the Viper, “your babies are being taken care of in this hospital's nursery. They're fine.”
The Viper teen looked a little skeptical when she was told this. She wanted to pull away from the various machines that had been hooked into her, but was too weak to go anywhere, though. So she just settled wearily on her hospital-issued sleeping pad and waited for the doctor to arrive.
She didn't have to wait long as a silver-grey Nissan Datsun rolled in.
“And how are you feeling today, Miss?” he asked her, smiling amiably.
“...I feel like scrap...” the Viper answered in a raspy, wary tone, “...Who are you...?”
“I'm Dr. Edward Morrison if you're wondering. But, uh... I'm afraid that I didn't catch your name, Miss, uh...” the Datsun looked at her.
The Viper hesitated a moment before she spoke, “...It's Ebony... just plain Ebony...”
“Alright, Ebony,” Morrison replied, jotting down the name on his clipboard, “It looks like you're recovering well without complications of what you just went through two days ago. Good thing someone found you. You're very lucky to be alive.”
“...Lucky...?” asked Ebony, “...Just how am I lucky...?”
“You nearly died from hypothermia,” Morrison replied, “and you had lost a lot a birth fluid by then that it made you very sluggish and weak and put you at risk for contracting pneumonia. A couple of snow patrol 4x4s found you and brought you here.”
Ebony was silent for a few minutes taking all this information in and digesting it. She was ready to accept the facts, having little else to look forward to in her life.
“Is there any questions you'd like to ask me?” inquired Morrison.
She thought for a minute, “...Can I see my babies...?” Ebony would not feel completely comfortable unless the twins were there with her.
“Of course,” the Datsun nodded, turning the Mustang, “Miss Opal?”
“Yes?”
“Would you please go get the twins from the nursery?”
“Yes, Doctor,” Miss Opal turned and left the room for a few minutes before returning with two tiny bundles on her hood, “Here they are.”
Ebony's dulled emerald green eyes brighten when she sees her babies placed before her fender. Despite how depleted her strength was for the past two and a half days, the Viper managed to nuzzle them with the affection that only a mother could give.
“Apparently, you've accepted motherhood quite easily,” smiled Dr. Morrison.
“...What else can I do...?” Ebony asked, looking wearily at the Datsun, “...There's no one to help me...”
“We're helping you,” said Opal, “This is, in fact, a hospital built to specifically with tuners like you in mind. You're among friends here.”
“...What...? ...I am...?” Ebony asked drearily, “...How...? ...How is that possible...?”
Morrison chuckled, “We'll save those questions for another day. Right now, you might need to get some sleep first. You look like you still need it.”
That was the first someone had told her to get some sleep ever since she had taken to the road. She had always been on the move, never staying in one place for too long and finding shelter wherever she could to stay out of the elements.
Never been treated this kindly before... except by Rico...
“...Excuse me, Doctor...” Ebony shifted on her pad, “...can you do me a favor...?”
The Datsun turned, “Of course. What is it?”
“...Could you call Ricardo Sanchez for me...?” Ebony asked, reaching for a small notepad and a pen and jotting down a number. She handed the page to Morrison, “...Here's his number... He's always been worried about me... I want to let him know that I'm alright...”
Ebony drifted off to sleep even before the doctor and nurse left her room. She was exhausted and ill and needed a lot of time to recover her depleted strength and health, which actually took up to two weeks. When she was awake at one time, Ebony had insisted that the twins stay in her room with her as she didn't want to be separated from them.
Ricardo had come to the hospital by then, having gotten the news from Dr. Morrison, and was hovering close to Ebony's side with a worried expression in his front. He was somewhat surprised that Ebony had been in term and didn't even know it for six months until she had given birth to the twins. Yet the Dodge Stealth wasn't accusing, but supportive of the Viper, even if her actions and decisions were less than intelligent.
“Rico, I can't really come back with you,” Ebony told the Stealth once she was allowed to leave the Tuner Hospital, as she started to call it, “I'm a mother with two babies now and I don't wish to raise them up in a city as dangerous and full of sin as Vegas. But I'll come by for a visit or two every now and then.”
Smiling understandably, Ricardo gave Ebony a friendly tirepat in the side. “I know,” he replied, “but that means that you're going to be on the road a whole lot more than the seven months that you've been gone. I'll miss you, Ebs.”
“Don't worry,” said Ebony, “I can take care of myself, plus a pair of babies, pretty good. You know me as well as that, Rico.”
Ricardo nods, “Of course I do, Ebs.” He nuzzles her and then reaches into one of his side compartments and pulls out a fat envelope full of $100 and $20 dollar bills.
“Here, take this,” he handed the envelope to her, “It'll last you for quite awhile yet... and then some...”
Ebony was taken aback. “Rico, I can't,” she tried to give the envelope back.
“Please, it's mostly for gas and food and whatever other necessities that you might need for yourself and your babies, Ebs,” Ricardo insisted, “I just want you to take care of yourself.”
“Alright,” Ebony relented and took the money, stashing it away in one of her side compartments, “Thank you, Rico.”
“You're welcome,” Ricardo nodded, smiling at the young Viper whom he had taken in as a toddler long ago, “You be careful out there and keep in touch.”
“Will do,” Ebony turned about, making sure that the basket with the twins inside it was strapped firmly and safely against her side, and drove away down the street to who knows where next.
by EbonyViper
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fanfiction. Ebony, Ricardo Sanchez, Dr. Edward Morrison, and Miss Opal all belong to me. The Ebony in this story is the version from the Swept Away RP. Any relation to Pixar Disney movie, Cars, is purely a coincidence and no copyright infringement is involved. This is just for entertainment purposes only.
Shelter, finally... a young, gravid Dodge Viper thinks as she approaches a small cave, her distended sides heaving from the exertion of the drive over, Must stop... and rest for a bit...
The Viper was panting rapidly, a sign that she was going into labor. She felt hot and was trying to fight against the intense pain that was coming from the strengthening contractions that was now gripping her body like a vice.
Gasping sharply, she reared up on her front tires and pushed, as her instincts were telling her to do. It was hurting badly and she was crying hard from it. She kept pushing until she could push no more, laying exhausted and weak on the cave floor.
At first, it looked as if the Viper was dead, laying there unmoving and barely breathing, except for the faint expanding and contracting of her still-distended sides. She needed some time to decompress. For hours she was like this, dead to the world, but finally waking to the light nibbling of something small on her lower lip.
“Hwga...? Wa goik ona...?”
Her speech was sounding like gibberish at the moment, a side-effect of her ordeal, and because she was completely drained of her strength. She blinked a few times to make sure that this was not a dream, but had actually happened to her.
The Viper teen looked down on the tiny forms in front of her fender. It was real then. She had been in term, but could only feel the symptoms, thinking that she was becoming very ill. The heaviness and the slowness were determining factors in her condition. But, how did she get like that? What had happened to her that she would be carrying babies, and twins at that, to full term?
She looked at the newborns again, her breathing irregular, but otherwise, she felt nothing else but extreme exhaustion and weakness.
“...You guys look... so small...” her voice was faint and shaky, “...I don't know how... I managed to carry... both of you to full term... and not die...”
The Viper was trembling fiercely when she attempted to stand up on her wheels, breathing raggedly, but she was still too weak in the suspension to be going anywhere. So, instead, she just ended up crawling slowly toward the cave entrance to look outside. It was snowing. Shivering uncontrollably, the young teen creeps slowly back toward the babies and lets them curl up against her underneath her tattered nightcover.
It was cold and she could feel consciousness slipping away from her. She knew what would happen if she did close her eyes. Hypothermia would set in and she would surely die in her current condition.
But she did close her eyes, succumbing to an exhausted sleep, her body was so weak. When she opened them again, she became aware of something totally different about her surroundings.
White walls... smells like antiseptic... where am I...? A hospital...?
The nurse, a tuned Ford Mustang, who had just come in to check her vitals noticed that the Viper was showing signs of waking up after two and half days of unconsciousness as well as being on life support. She saw the girl looking at her surroundings in a confused manner.
“Yes, you're in a hospital, Honey,” the nurse told the Viper, “Don't worry. Everyone's nice here.”
The Viper teen gave the nurse a blank, confused, yet disbelieving stare, but said nothing at the moment. She was too weak to speak coherently.
A hospital with nice doctors...?
“I'll let you sleep some more if you need it,” the nurse gently patted the Viper's fender, “The doctor will be by in a bit, though, in case you wish to speak with him.”
It was an effort for the Viper to speak still. “...Where are... my babies...? What have... you done with... them...?
The nurse blinked for a second, trying to figure out what the Viper meant by 'my babies'. She just so young to be having children, the nurse, She looks to be about sixteen.
“Easy,” the nurse soothed the Viper, “your babies are being taken care of in this hospital's nursery. They're fine.”
The Viper teen looked a little skeptical when she was told this. She wanted to pull away from the various machines that had been hooked into her, but was too weak to go anywhere, though. So she just settled wearily on her hospital-issued sleeping pad and waited for the doctor to arrive.
She didn't have to wait long as a silver-grey Nissan Datsun rolled in.
“And how are you feeling today, Miss?” he asked her, smiling amiably.
“...I feel like scrap...” the Viper answered in a raspy, wary tone, “...Who are you...?”
“I'm Dr. Edward Morrison if you're wondering. But, uh... I'm afraid that I didn't catch your name, Miss, uh...” the Datsun looked at her.
The Viper hesitated a moment before she spoke, “...It's Ebony... just plain Ebony...”
“Alright, Ebony,” Morrison replied, jotting down the name on his clipboard, “It looks like you're recovering well without complications of what you just went through two days ago. Good thing someone found you. You're very lucky to be alive.”
“...Lucky...?” asked Ebony, “...Just how am I lucky...?”
“You nearly died from hypothermia,” Morrison replied, “and you had lost a lot a birth fluid by then that it made you very sluggish and weak and put you at risk for contracting pneumonia. A couple of snow patrol 4x4s found you and brought you here.”
Ebony was silent for a few minutes taking all this information in and digesting it. She was ready to accept the facts, having little else to look forward to in her life.
“Is there any questions you'd like to ask me?” inquired Morrison.
She thought for a minute, “...Can I see my babies...?” Ebony would not feel completely comfortable unless the twins were there with her.
“Of course,” the Datsun nodded, turning the Mustang, “Miss Opal?”
“Yes?”
“Would you please go get the twins from the nursery?”
“Yes, Doctor,” Miss Opal turned and left the room for a few minutes before returning with two tiny bundles on her hood, “Here they are.”
Ebony's dulled emerald green eyes brighten when she sees her babies placed before her fender. Despite how depleted her strength was for the past two and a half days, the Viper managed to nuzzle them with the affection that only a mother could give.
“Apparently, you've accepted motherhood quite easily,” smiled Dr. Morrison.
“...What else can I do...?” Ebony asked, looking wearily at the Datsun, “...There's no one to help me...”
“We're helping you,” said Opal, “This is, in fact, a hospital built to specifically with tuners like you in mind. You're among friends here.”
“...What...? ...I am...?” Ebony asked drearily, “...How...? ...How is that possible...?”
Morrison chuckled, “We'll save those questions for another day. Right now, you might need to get some sleep first. You look like you still need it.”
That was the first someone had told her to get some sleep ever since she had taken to the road. She had always been on the move, never staying in one place for too long and finding shelter wherever she could to stay out of the elements.
Never been treated this kindly before... except by Rico...
“...Excuse me, Doctor...” Ebony shifted on her pad, “...can you do me a favor...?”
The Datsun turned, “Of course. What is it?”
“...Could you call Ricardo Sanchez for me...?” Ebony asked, reaching for a small notepad and a pen and jotting down a number. She handed the page to Morrison, “...Here's his number... He's always been worried about me... I want to let him know that I'm alright...”
Ebony drifted off to sleep even before the doctor and nurse left her room. She was exhausted and ill and needed a lot of time to recover her depleted strength and health, which actually took up to two weeks. When she was awake at one time, Ebony had insisted that the twins stay in her room with her as she didn't want to be separated from them.
Ricardo had come to the hospital by then, having gotten the news from Dr. Morrison, and was hovering close to Ebony's side with a worried expression in his front. He was somewhat surprised that Ebony had been in term and didn't even know it for six months until she had given birth to the twins. Yet the Dodge Stealth wasn't accusing, but supportive of the Viper, even if her actions and decisions were less than intelligent.
“Rico, I can't really come back with you,” Ebony told the Stealth once she was allowed to leave the Tuner Hospital, as she started to call it, “I'm a mother with two babies now and I don't wish to raise them up in a city as dangerous and full of sin as Vegas. But I'll come by for a visit or two every now and then.”
Smiling understandably, Ricardo gave Ebony a friendly tirepat in the side. “I know,” he replied, “but that means that you're going to be on the road a whole lot more than the seven months that you've been gone. I'll miss you, Ebs.”
“Don't worry,” said Ebony, “I can take care of myself, plus a pair of babies, pretty good. You know me as well as that, Rico.”
Ricardo nods, “Of course I do, Ebs.” He nuzzles her and then reaches into one of his side compartments and pulls out a fat envelope full of $100 and $20 dollar bills.
“Here, take this,” he handed the envelope to her, “It'll last you for quite awhile yet... and then some...”
Ebony was taken aback. “Rico, I can't,” she tried to give the envelope back.
“Please, it's mostly for gas and food and whatever other necessities that you might need for yourself and your babies, Ebs,” Ricardo insisted, “I just want you to take care of yourself.”
“Alright,” Ebony relented and took the money, stashing it away in one of her side compartments, “Thank you, Rico.”
“You're welcome,” Ricardo nodded, smiling at the young Viper whom he had taken in as a toddler long ago, “You be careful out there and keep in touch.”
“Will do,” Ebony turned about, making sure that the basket with the twins inside it was strapped firmly and safely against her side, and drove away down the street to who knows where next.
