*dream*
"We should be salama here, Elcee."
"Daddy, why does he want us dead?"
"He's the enemy, and enemies want us dead."
"But why me? I'm only young."
"You're my daughter, and he want to kill wewe in order to...weaken me."
"I've never hurt him. Daddy, I've never HEARD of him until he took me."
"Yes, I know, Elcee. I'm sorry wewe had to go through this tod- LOOK OUT!"
"DADDY!!!!! AHHHH!!!!!!"
*end dream*
Blowhole sat up in bed, cold with sweat, and panting. He still had haunting nightmares about this horrible incident, and who wouldn't? His daughter was injured, and had to stay in bed. Despite being a dotcer, Blowhole didn't know how to help, save keeping her comfortable, and having one of the lobsters watching her at night. Even with that reasssurance, Blowhole hadn't gotton a good nights sleep since that horrible accident, a few months ago. How his daughter been staying alive all this time, he knew not, but she couldn't hang in much longer, and Blowhole vowed revenge against Manfredi and Johnson and Skippe, for doing this to her.
He climbed out of bed, and onto his seg-way, and made his way to her room, down the hall. Red 75 was on watch tonight. He nodded to his master as he entered the room. Lying on the pink, soft bed, covered with a fluffy, blue quilt, lay Elcee. Her whole body badly damaged, and barely hanging on, she looked at her father. Red 75 had been worried about her condision tonight, and she told him it would be soon before she died. She now had to tell her father, but that was harder.
"How are you, sweety?" he asked. Elcee's green eyes looked tired, and her face had Lost it's childish charm. Elcee smiled a weak smile at her father, something she hadn't done for months. Blowhole felt reassured, now feeling she would recover in due time. He smiled back, and sat on her bed. Elcee's lip trembled, as she opened her mouth.
"Daddy, can wewe do something for me?" she asked.
"Anything, sweety," Blowhole answered. "What is it?"
"Cou-could wewe burry me inayofuata to mommy?"
"But sweety, I'm sure you'll be fine." Blwohole leaned in,a dnkissed her forehead. Elcee sighed, and tried to shift her postion. She looked back at her father, and sighed again.
"Will you?" she asked again. Blowhole slowly nodded. Elcee smiled. "Thank you...Daddy," she said, and closed her eyes, her spirit leaving this earth...forever.
"We should be salama here, Elcee."
"Daddy, why does he want us dead?"
"He's the enemy, and enemies want us dead."
"But why me? I'm only young."
"You're my daughter, and he want to kill wewe in order to...weaken me."
"I've never hurt him. Daddy, I've never HEARD of him until he took me."
"Yes, I know, Elcee. I'm sorry wewe had to go through this tod- LOOK OUT!"
"DADDY!!!!! AHHHH!!!!!!"
*end dream*
Blowhole sat up in bed, cold with sweat, and panting. He still had haunting nightmares about this horrible incident, and who wouldn't? His daughter was injured, and had to stay in bed. Despite being a dotcer, Blowhole didn't know how to help, save keeping her comfortable, and having one of the lobsters watching her at night. Even with that reasssurance, Blowhole hadn't gotton a good nights sleep since that horrible accident, a few months ago. How his daughter been staying alive all this time, he knew not, but she couldn't hang in much longer, and Blowhole vowed revenge against Manfredi and Johnson and Skippe, for doing this to her.
He climbed out of bed, and onto his seg-way, and made his way to her room, down the hall. Red 75 was on watch tonight. He nodded to his master as he entered the room. Lying on the pink, soft bed, covered with a fluffy, blue quilt, lay Elcee. Her whole body badly damaged, and barely hanging on, she looked at her father. Red 75 had been worried about her condision tonight, and she told him it would be soon before she died. She now had to tell her father, but that was harder.
"How are you, sweety?" he asked. Elcee's green eyes looked tired, and her face had Lost it's childish charm. Elcee smiled a weak smile at her father, something she hadn't done for months. Blowhole felt reassured, now feeling she would recover in due time. He smiled back, and sat on her bed. Elcee's lip trembled, as she opened her mouth.
"Daddy, can wewe do something for me?" she asked.
"Anything, sweety," Blowhole answered. "What is it?"
"Cou-could wewe burry me inayofuata to mommy?"
"But sweety, I'm sure you'll be fine." Blwohole leaned in,a dnkissed her forehead. Elcee sighed, and tried to shift her postion. She looked back at her father, and sighed again.
"Will you?" she asked again. Blowhole slowly nodded. Elcee smiled. "Thank you...Daddy," she said, and closed her eyes, her spirit leaving this earth...forever.