Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Oct 24, 2007 19:56:04 GMT
The beeps coming from the heart monitor were steady as Nurse Gornray checked it and reinserted an IV into the crook of the girl’s elbow.
The girl, Madeleine Baudelaire, didn’t stir as the needle sank into her skin. Her eyes were closed, her dark lashes curling on her marble white cheeks.
Nurse Gonray shook her head at the sight of the teenager lying motionless on the hospital bed. It was ridiculous to put people this young out to fight – couldn’t they rely on adults to fight?
And to her, it seemed especially ridiculous to put a fifteen year old girl as small and slight as Madeleine in charge of the Warriors. There had been an outcry from some of the teachers when Professors Hoodham, Thandie and Raven had came to this decision.
But a lot were silenced when Professor Hoodham said that he had many, many reasons for choosing this girl over, say, Levi Ryder, and when Professor Raven pointed out that her brother was Shaun Baudelaire.
She remembered the young Mr Baudelaire very well. Reckless and strong-willed, but undeniably brave, he’d often ended up needing to be healed after battles. He was smart enough to avoid getting badly hurt, but he’d often come back with a lot of deep cuts and bruises to be healed. He’d often have her shaking her head and tutting over stories of what he’d done, and would make her laugh with his sarcasm and cheeky smile. He was a nice young man, known for his loyalty and courage, and he had a special place in the hearts of many staff members.
Nurse Gornray tilted her head as she studied Madeleine’s profile. She did look very like her brother, but if you looked at her like this, you’d never think that she was Head of the Warriors.
Maybe some of the teachers were thinking that she shouldn’t have been.
But Nurse Gornray wasn’t so sure.
Stories were already circulating around the school about the airwave that Madeleine had shot out as she had fallen, knocking down everyone in half-mile radius.
And even now, while she was comatose, Madeleine was fighting. They’d guessed that when she was shot, she’d fallen and hit her head, and been knocked out. The sheer amount of blood that she’d lost had made her heart stop, and they reckoned that she’d been dead for about an hour before she was found.
Though she looked calm and serene, Nurse Gornray knew that she was fighting her greatest battle yet – life versus death.
Whether she’d win it or not, well, that was yet to be seen.
The girl, Madeleine Baudelaire, didn’t stir as the needle sank into her skin. Her eyes were closed, her dark lashes curling on her marble white cheeks.
Nurse Gonray shook her head at the sight of the teenager lying motionless on the hospital bed. It was ridiculous to put people this young out to fight – couldn’t they rely on adults to fight?
And to her, it seemed especially ridiculous to put a fifteen year old girl as small and slight as Madeleine in charge of the Warriors. There had been an outcry from some of the teachers when Professors Hoodham, Thandie and Raven had came to this decision.
But a lot were silenced when Professor Hoodham said that he had many, many reasons for choosing this girl over, say, Levi Ryder, and when Professor Raven pointed out that her brother was Shaun Baudelaire.
She remembered the young Mr Baudelaire very well. Reckless and strong-willed, but undeniably brave, he’d often ended up needing to be healed after battles. He was smart enough to avoid getting badly hurt, but he’d often come back with a lot of deep cuts and bruises to be healed. He’d often have her shaking her head and tutting over stories of what he’d done, and would make her laugh with his sarcasm and cheeky smile. He was a nice young man, known for his loyalty and courage, and he had a special place in the hearts of many staff members.
Nurse Gornray tilted her head as she studied Madeleine’s profile. She did look very like her brother, but if you looked at her like this, you’d never think that she was Head of the Warriors.
Maybe some of the teachers were thinking that she shouldn’t have been.
But Nurse Gornray wasn’t so sure.
Stories were already circulating around the school about the airwave that Madeleine had shot out as she had fallen, knocking down everyone in half-mile radius.
And even now, while she was comatose, Madeleine was fighting. They’d guessed that when she was shot, she’d fallen and hit her head, and been knocked out. The sheer amount of blood that she’d lost had made her heart stop, and they reckoned that she’d been dead for about an hour before she was found.
Though she looked calm and serene, Nurse Gornray knew that she was fighting her greatest battle yet – life versus death.
Whether she’d win it or not, well, that was yet to be seen.
