Dakota: Limits

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Written by Dethnus on 06 Nov 2017 20:57.

The girl lay in front of Dakota, probably breathing her last bit of oxygen. She was only four years old, but she had been born with some disease called Tay-Sachs. It was just another of those cases that Dakota had been called by parents with too much money and not enough wits. If they had read anything about him, they would understand…
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Dakota told Mrs. Terry, the girl’s mother, “I cannot help you.”
The woman was furious, of course. Her makeup was ruined by tears and her once pretty face was now distorted by her own emotions. “You mean you won’t! The great Red Cross is too good to help my daughter, is it? I’ll make sure your life is a living hell if you don’t help her!”
Her husband stood by silently, probably cowed by his wife’s commanding nature. Dakota shook his head at the woman. “It has nothing to do with being willing or not, ma’am,” he told her. “I just don’t have the ability to fix someone’s genes.” The woman looked like she was about to explode from sheer anger, but she surprisingly held her tongue and got ahold of herself. He would have to rethink his opinion of her. “The best I can do is make her comfortable.”
Mrs. Terry fell to her knees sobbing. Dakota had just crushed her hopes. Doctors had probably been telling her all day it was hopeless and she had finally gotten an ounce of hope with his ability and availability in the area just to have it crushed. If he had known what was ailing the girl, he wouldn’t have come.
He hated seeing people die.
Hours later, Dakota sat on the hospital bench, wore out from the days events. He brushed his curly hair back sat back to enjoy the breeze. It had been a long day. After sitting with the Terry’s daughter – her had purposely avoided learning a name – he had wondered around the hospital healing those beyond the doctor’s ability to help. The appreciation he got was almost as satisfying as the feeling he got when healing others.
“Mr. Rhile?”
Dakota turned to see a nurse that seemed familiar. Well, he thought she was a nurse as she was in her casual clothes now. It must have been the end of her shift. “Can I help you?”
The nurse shook her head and took a seat next to him. She barely came up to his shoulder, though he was large to begin with. Six foot seven inches tall and built like a bear, as Leo had once said, Dakota was a definitely considered a large man.
“I just was wondering if you were OK.” She said, looking up at him. Even though she wasn’t his type, Dakota had to admit the woman was pretty cute. She had the pixie cut that gave her a tomboyish look, but the face and body of someone who took care of themselves. No, wait. Dakota shook his head. He shouldn’t be checking her out like that. Her top was lowcut, though…
“Yeah, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Well, the Terry girl, for one.”
Dakota sighed. “Yeah, I’ll admit. That hit me pretty hard. But, I’ll be ok. It wasn’t the first time.” He thought of the other lost causes he had been called to. Genetic diseases, every one of them. His Obsession let him heal any contracted sickness or any wound that had been afflicted. Whether they be a broken arm or full on cancer, he could fix it. He had even healed people who had broken their spine and lost the use of all their limbs. But never would his ability work on anything genetic. “It won’t be the last either.”
The nurse smiled. “You can’t save them all, Mr. Red Cross.” She perked up for a second. “Oh, I completely forgot I’m talking to THE Red Cross. I know it’s probably annoying, but do you mind if I get an autograph?”
Dakota laughed a little. “I guess that’s alright.” He took the medical notebook she gave him and pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket. “Who am I making this out to?”
“Jenny Jones,” she replied, smiling widely.
“’To Jenny, who was a light when I was stuck in a dark tunnel.’ That’s not too corny, is it?”
His answer was Jenny kissing him. He never went back to his apartment that night.

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