Koishi

Chapter 16

Sandra had taken a taxi straight from the airport to the hospital when she finally arrived back home. The trip had stolen two days because of a long-ass layover in Los Angeles. The hospital corridors gleamed with unnatural light at this ungodly hour of the night. She squinted after entering from the dark, and hurried through the building to her sister’s room.

The saji weighed nothing in her pocket, yet she sensed every time it slapped against her thigh. Please let it work. Who she prayed to, she didn’t know. Anyone who’d listen, she guessed. What would she do if it didn’t cure Beth?

Ishi seemed confident in the old spoon. However, he came from a world immersed in magic, where she existed in one of science. But her world had failed her. She hoped his wouldn’t.

As Sandra hurried onto the unit, a nurse rose from her station, blocking her path. “May I help you?”

“I know it’s late but I’ve flown a long way and I want to see Beth in room 304.”

The nurse titled her head and frowned. “There’s no Beth in that room, and visiting hours ended a while ago.”

The blood drained from Sandra’s head and the hall spun. “Where’d she go?” Her voice sounded weak. She’d taken too much time to find a cure. She shouldn’t have lingered with Ishi, or maybe she should have mailed it like he had suggested. Dear God in heaven, she was alone in the universe. Her little sister was gone.

“Whoa, honey. Sit down.” The nurse yanked a rolling chair behind Sandra’s knees before her butt kissed the floor. “Let me check where she went. What’s the last name?”

“It’s Welden. Beth Welden.” She spelled it for good measure as her center of gravity stopped doing the hokey pokey.

“She was transferred to the ICU yesterday.”

Sandra jumped to her feet. “Why didn’t anyone call me?” Not waiting for a response, she pivoted around and gazed at the halls. “Which way?”

“Hey, it’s the middle of the night. They won’t let you in at this hour.” The nurse set a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I’ll call over and see how she’s doing, okay?”

Slowing her breathing, Sandra watched as the nurse returned to her station. Once she was out of sight, Sandra left on swift feet, searching the walls for a map of the hospital. At the elevators she found what she was looking for.

Following the blue line on the floor, she located the intensive care unit and its locked doors. She rattled the knob and swore under her breath.

The door cracked open and a younger nurse peeked out. “I just got a call saying to expect Beth’s sister. Are you her?”

Sandra nodded, her voice strangled by the constrictions in her throat.

“Normally we wouldn’t do this, but we’ve been trying to reach you. The number on file goes straight to your answering service.”

“I’ve been out of the country. Can I see her? Please.” She held out her hands, pleading.

The nurse gestured for her to enter the ICU. “Just be quiet and fast. Once we start bending the rules for one person, everyone expects us to bend them.”

Sandra took a deep breath, steeling her spine, and followed the nurse through an area decorated in machines that beeped and rang. She couldn’t imagine why they’d worry about what noise she’d create.

The nurse stopped by an open sliding glass door, pointed to the bed and left Sandra on her own.

Racing inside, she stalled as soon as she stepped inside the room.

Beth lay sleeping, hooked to a heart monitor and oxygen. Sandra didn’t have a medical degree, but she knew a heart rate of one hundred and forty wasn’t a good sign.

She crept to her sister’s bedside and knelt on the floor, taking her hand. “Beth?”

Her eyelids fluttered open.

“I’m back. I got it.”

Beth gave her a weak smile. The alarm on her monitor went off and she could see her heart beat faster and faster.

“Shhh…” Sandra stroked her hair. “I’m here to save you.” Searching the room, she mentally beat her brain to a pulp. She’d been so focused on finding her sister that she’d forgotten to bring something to feed her with the saji. Spotting a water jug, she carried it back to Beth and pulled out the spoon. “You will never believe who gave this to me. I’ve got so much to tell you.” She scooped up a spoonful and held it to her lips. “Drink.”

As she slid the spoon into Beth’s mouth, Sandra sensed a tingle along the metal between her fingers. Her heart raced along with Beth’s. It was working. Desperation had driven her to acquire the spoon, but she hadn’t dared hope it would work.

The beep, beep, beep on the monitor slowed to a regular rhythm more akin to a march than a heavy metal drummer on crack. Color returned to Beth’s cheeks, making her appear like the twenty-year-old girl she was, instead of a living corpse.

Beth smiled at her. “You’re not a dream.”

Like a high school wide receiver making his first touchdown, Sandra jumped up with her arms in the air and did a stupid dance.

Her sister laughed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Where did you go?”

Sandra sat on the edge of her bed and clutched her hand. “I went to Japan and met a dragon.”

Beth snorted. “Sure. That would be the day.” Her gaze traveled down to her throat. “Where’s your necklace?”

“Let me tell you…”

Ishi traced the delicate gold chain hanging around his neck. Yanking his hand away, he set it back on the pommel of his sword. He should melt the necklace from his neck and be done with it. Yet, every time he found his fingertip touching the piece of jewelry, he never went through with it. The love embedded in the metal was a constant reminder of what he’d lost. Even though the emotion inside it was aimed at Sandra, and not him, it eased his loss. It was the only piece of her he had left.

Three days had passed since Sandra had abandoned him. In that time he’d organized the goblin rabble. Armed them from his own stores and sent them underground to drive the dwarves out into his waiting maw.

Things hadn’t gone as he’d planned. What battle ever did?

The handle of his sword bit into his flesh and he loosened his hold. Like days of old, he wore his armor and assessed the remainder of his troops. What the goblins lacked in skill or grace, they made up for in enthusiasm and brute strength.

His plan had been simple. Let the goblins flush out the dwarves and he’d bake them. Barbeque for everyone. They were rooted in the goblins’ old cave system, so his allies knew the territory well.

Then the dwarves got smart. The scout that had gotten away must have mentioned him appearing out of thin air when they entered his den. Someone must have rubbed two brain cells together and associated it with the gate. The dwarves sent sacrifices through the gate so he’d vanish back home and away from the main battle.

He had to admit the strategy was brilliant. Every time he got close enough to make a dent in their numbers, poof, he ended up back in the gateroom with a terrified dwarf to finish off. He tried setting some goblins to guard the gate, but they weren’t the smartest race in Outremer. One of the idiots always decided he’d take a look on the other side for dwarves. Poof, off Ishi went again. How had that species ever evolved and survived? He led an army consisting of creatures with the general IQ of a tomato.

He stood on the edge of the battlefield, at the entrance of the dwarven colony, and watched as a goblin ran from a group of dwarves. He kept looking over his shoulder at his assailants until he ran into a large boulder.

Ishi shook his head. Tomatoes were smarter.

The horde of dwarves never stopped pouring out of the fucking mountain. He’d underestimated their numbers.

Sighing, he drew his weapon. Time to change his strategy. They didn’t know of his human form, so he’d fight like this until one of the sides won. Either way was a win for him.

He had nothing to live for.