Welcome to the Muppet Central Forum!
Jim Henson Idea Man
Back to the Rock Season 2
Bear arrives on Disney+
Sam and Friends Book
ReneeLouvier
Well-Known Member
- Joined
- May 21, 2005
- Messages
- 2,543
- Reaction score
- 94
Chapter Thirteen
Thinking a little back, she realized the only times she saw House was with Healer. And she almost never moved in the bed the entire time she was there....but what about talking to Gobo? Demanding....no pleading he get her a nightlily, to show their love to each other? She took a deep, slow breath and walked back to the room she was in before. The rock climber was still sitting on the headboard. Statuesque in all it's gut-wrenchingly cute glory. Her expression lit up, when she saw the bound and closed notepad with a quill sitting on top of it. Grabbing it up, she ran back to the sitting room and pressed the small book into Healer's hands.
"Here! He was writing in this book nearly the whole time I was in there! He almost never left my side. If he wasn't caring for me Healer, he was writing in this book!" She proudly declared, waiting for a response from her.
She smiled, as she opened up the small, battered book delicately. As if it were a present from the Oldest Living Fraggle, she handled it with great care. Flipping through the pages, she got to the last page House had written in, and handed it back to Red.
"Wintery Month 4, The Day of The Fraggle Moon..." Red began to read. "The hospital is closing down. I must find shelter elsewhere, as the food dishers have left, and took their food with them. The doozers left two months before. Our constructions are running thin already, little food is in sight. With great pain, the caned one knelt down and told me that the hospital lost it's 'funding' and would be shut down. He tried as best he could to reckon with 'the fire-breathing tyrant' that was apperently their trashheap, but nothing worked. It was to be shut down, and we would have to move elsewhere to find help. The caned one's friends also sat beside him for a moment. The dark one had handed me this book of paper, and told me I should keep my writings in it, so I would remember them. As we sat in the hallway, it was not a happy time, and they had wished and pleaded with their trashheap to let them stay, heal the sick, and cure the uncureable. But even their trashheap, in all her glory; could not stop it from happening. Her wisdom had run short, and their time was at hand."
Red stopped reading for a moment, she realized she had been reading aloud. Mokey's head was down, sniffling very softly. Wembley was looking on with a pained look in his eyes. In the kitchen, Healer could be heard weeping openly. She apperently cared for House Fraggle. She sighed, and sat down heavily in the chair.
"House told me all about the hospital. How he went around to the various Healer's caverns, and taught them the silly creature's way of medicine. And with our knowledge, and his knowledge there would be fewer Fraggle deaths..." She shook her head. "I did see House, Madame Healer! House was here! He cared for me, and you did too! You talked with him, and Gobo did as well. He was here eariler, when Gobo came in; why didn't you see him Gobo!?"
Gobo frowned a little, hoping Red was merely having recollections of bad dreams during her time in that coma. "Red, I never saw anyone when I came in here...I just saw you, drinking tea. And you were looking over something and talking to yourself..."
"But! But!! He....he was here...." She looked again at the noteook, the pages were slightly worn at the edges, and the ink had smeared a little. It wouldn't close properly, because most of it's pages were stuck fast to each other, due to water damage. Healer was right. If this book was his...he had drowned. Somehow. The book shows what damage had come to it, and it didn't lie. But how did she see him? He cared for her. She remembers his touch on her face, as he repositioned her breathing tube many times during the night. How, although he was gruff and a little mean at times; he meant well. She couldn't understand it at all.
Healer came back inside with a large pot of herbal soup, and dished out bowls of it for everyone, including herself. "Red. I was the one who stayed by your side during those nights. I helped you." She paused, as she took a sip of her soup. "But....there were sometimes when I thought the tube had come undone; when it was still secure infact. I wondered about it, but didn't think much of it."
Red took a few sips as well, of the warm, inviting soup. She kept her eyes on the book as they talked. It still seemed strange that House was infact dead....when he seemed to be so alive around her. "But what about pulling the tube out and talking to Gobo?"
"You did pull the tube out honey, but it was by accident. You were in a semi-consious state then when Gobo had come to see you. You somehow got your arm hooked into the tube and it pulled out. Gobo was telling me all about you, and how much he loved you. He was on his way to pick a nightlily for you, sweetie. He even held your hand, and talked to you; although you couldn't very well respond of course." She sighed a little, smiling at Gobo.
Gobo was already kneeling down in front of Red, who's attention was still on the notebook in the middle of the table. He cleared his throat, causing Red to look over at him. Her eyes welled up, seeing he was clutching the nightlily in his hands gently, holding it out to her.
"R-Red Fraggle? Would you...marry me?" He said softly, looking up into her beautiful face. "We've been through a lot and....and I've finally decided to ask. Will you?"
Red could only nod, as tears were denying her voice to come forth. Gobo leapt up and embraced her in a tight hug, as she held the beautiful nightlily in her hands. It's petals seemed darker to her, as she smiled through her tears.
Looking down the hallway, coming into the sitting room. She saw a lone fraggle standing there, leaning against the wall; a devious smirk on his face. He nodded crisply, as he turned to walk outside of the cavern. Before his foot hit the bottom edge of the doorway; he was gone. Dissolving away, with a gust of the wind.
Thinking a little back, she realized the only times she saw House was with Healer. And she almost never moved in the bed the entire time she was there....but what about talking to Gobo? Demanding....no pleading he get her a nightlily, to show their love to each other? She took a deep, slow breath and walked back to the room she was in before. The rock climber was still sitting on the headboard. Statuesque in all it's gut-wrenchingly cute glory. Her expression lit up, when she saw the bound and closed notepad with a quill sitting on top of it. Grabbing it up, she ran back to the sitting room and pressed the small book into Healer's hands.
"Here! He was writing in this book nearly the whole time I was in there! He almost never left my side. If he wasn't caring for me Healer, he was writing in this book!" She proudly declared, waiting for a response from her.
She smiled, as she opened up the small, battered book delicately. As if it were a present from the Oldest Living Fraggle, she handled it with great care. Flipping through the pages, she got to the last page House had written in, and handed it back to Red.
"Wintery Month 4, The Day of The Fraggle Moon..." Red began to read. "The hospital is closing down. I must find shelter elsewhere, as the food dishers have left, and took their food with them. The doozers left two months before. Our constructions are running thin already, little food is in sight. With great pain, the caned one knelt down and told me that the hospital lost it's 'funding' and would be shut down. He tried as best he could to reckon with 'the fire-breathing tyrant' that was apperently their trashheap, but nothing worked. It was to be shut down, and we would have to move elsewhere to find help. The caned one's friends also sat beside him for a moment. The dark one had handed me this book of paper, and told me I should keep my writings in it, so I would remember them. As we sat in the hallway, it was not a happy time, and they had wished and pleaded with their trashheap to let them stay, heal the sick, and cure the uncureable. But even their trashheap, in all her glory; could not stop it from happening. Her wisdom had run short, and their time was at hand."
Red stopped reading for a moment, she realized she had been reading aloud. Mokey's head was down, sniffling very softly. Wembley was looking on with a pained look in his eyes. In the kitchen, Healer could be heard weeping openly. She apperently cared for House Fraggle. She sighed, and sat down heavily in the chair.
"House told me all about the hospital. How he went around to the various Healer's caverns, and taught them the silly creature's way of medicine. And with our knowledge, and his knowledge there would be fewer Fraggle deaths..." She shook her head. "I did see House, Madame Healer! House was here! He cared for me, and you did too! You talked with him, and Gobo did as well. He was here eariler, when Gobo came in; why didn't you see him Gobo!?"
Gobo frowned a little, hoping Red was merely having recollections of bad dreams during her time in that coma. "Red, I never saw anyone when I came in here...I just saw you, drinking tea. And you were looking over something and talking to yourself..."
"But! But!! He....he was here...." She looked again at the noteook, the pages were slightly worn at the edges, and the ink had smeared a little. It wouldn't close properly, because most of it's pages were stuck fast to each other, due to water damage. Healer was right. If this book was his...he had drowned. Somehow. The book shows what damage had come to it, and it didn't lie. But how did she see him? He cared for her. She remembers his touch on her face, as he repositioned her breathing tube many times during the night. How, although he was gruff and a little mean at times; he meant well. She couldn't understand it at all.
Healer came back inside with a large pot of herbal soup, and dished out bowls of it for everyone, including herself. "Red. I was the one who stayed by your side during those nights. I helped you." She paused, as she took a sip of her soup. "But....there were sometimes when I thought the tube had come undone; when it was still secure infact. I wondered about it, but didn't think much of it."
Red took a few sips as well, of the warm, inviting soup. She kept her eyes on the book as they talked. It still seemed strange that House was infact dead....when he seemed to be so alive around her. "But what about pulling the tube out and talking to Gobo?"
"You did pull the tube out honey, but it was by accident. You were in a semi-consious state then when Gobo had come to see you. You somehow got your arm hooked into the tube and it pulled out. Gobo was telling me all about you, and how much he loved you. He was on his way to pick a nightlily for you, sweetie. He even held your hand, and talked to you; although you couldn't very well respond of course." She sighed a little, smiling at Gobo.
Gobo was already kneeling down in front of Red, who's attention was still on the notebook in the middle of the table. He cleared his throat, causing Red to look over at him. Her eyes welled up, seeing he was clutching the nightlily in his hands gently, holding it out to her.
"R-Red Fraggle? Would you...marry me?" He said softly, looking up into her beautiful face. "We've been through a lot and....and I've finally decided to ask. Will you?"
Red could only nod, as tears were denying her voice to come forth. Gobo leapt up and embraced her in a tight hug, as she held the beautiful nightlily in her hands. It's petals seemed darker to her, as she smiled through her tears.
Looking down the hallway, coming into the sitting room. She saw a lone fraggle standing there, leaning against the wall; a devious smirk on his face. He nodded crisply, as he turned to walk outside of the cavern. Before his foot hit the bottom edge of the doorway; he was gone. Dissolving away, with a gust of the wind.
