Time Runs Short, Part 8
Leela felt herself being lifted onto something underneath all her pain. Her
side was killing her and she had a terrible headache. She moaned as she felt needles
being poked through her arm. She felt herself being lifted again and felt like
she was moving. She kept her eye closed because of the pain. Then she felt herself
stop. Whatever she was on stopped moving.
"Will she be okay?" she heard someone ask.
"We're not sure," said someone else.
"Will she be okay?!" said the other person, sounding like they were
going to kill the other one.
"We're not sure, sir. Please, go sit down in the lobby, we'll work on
her some more and tell you the outcome."
Fry trudged sadly down the hall to the lobby. He saw everybody from PE sitting
in the lobby. Fry threw his back against a wall while everybody watched him.
"It's not your fault, Fry," Amy said. "It was bound to happen
anyway? Wasn't it?"
"Yea... I know," Fry said as a tear fell from his eyes.
"Why didn't ya tell us?" Hermes asked.
"Because Leela didn't want me to tell anyone, she said that she didn't
want anyone to feel sorry for her."
A doctor came up and Fry walked up to him hurriedly. The doctor whispered something
to Fry and he hung his head. "I'll be back," Fry said as he walked down
the hall with the doctor. They walked around corners, down hallways, and passed
rooms. They finally came to room 78B and the doctor nodded for him to go in.
Fry saw Leela in a bed, almost sleeping. She looked over at Fry and smiled
a faint smile.
"Hey," he said, pulling up a chair next to her bed.
"Hi," she said, coughing a little.
"How're ya feelin?" he asked.
"It doesn't hurt as bad as it was," she said, yawning.
"Everyone's worried about you."
"They can come see me... I don't mind."
"Okay, I'll be right back," he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze
and left her side.