Tombstone Estate

[Doc Holliday]

It was late. John quietly came in the front door, hushing the guard as he didn't want to disturb anyone. John was tired, the bags under his eyes bigger the size of the saddle bags of his cabala. He removed his robes and hung them in the coat closet near the door. Then, heading to the bar, he poured himself a glass on Scotch and nursed it while he reviewed the pile of mail that was received. He tossed the pile aside and made a slow walk through the Estate House just checking for those unusual things for signs of trouble. Though the house was dimly lit, he saw nothing. All was like he left it two weeks prior. As he got to the base of the stairs, a soft voice spoke.

"John Henry," she said softly, caring not to wake the child sleeping in a room nearbly.
He looked up the stairs where Midori stood in her kibuki gown, her hands resting together over her belly which was now 6 months along, her hair let down over her shoulders. He just whispered, "Dahlin'"

"That a long couple of days," she commented, referring to when he left for a trip to Honshu and then New Berlin, "I give up. I take medical crew to Freeport 2 and come home."
He just nodded, sipping his Scotch, "Yes, I know."
"You know?" she repeated with a rare hint of sarcasm, "You know? John Henry, I worry sick about you when I not hear from you. How I not know that Gallia or even Bretonia not kill you?"

He put his now empty glass down and stood with an arm on the bannister and one foot at the bottom step. He looked up, "I'm sorry."
"I sorry?" she repeated again with sarcasm, "a man of peace you may be but there are still many who still wish to punish you for others. I read your ship logs, John Henry. I know about Silver Reaver. She could have killed you on spot."
"But she didn't," he interrupted.
"That not point!" she silently yelled, "there are others like her that would not have let you go."

John himself began to get upset, "So what do you want from me? I'm an Ambassador of peace and good will. That's what I do. I'm a doctor. Saving a life somewhere is why Silver let me go. Those two things are all I know."
"Bretonia? Gallia? What about them?" she asked, "what you often say fall on deaf ears there."

"To hell with them!" he bellowed in a low tone. "If Bretonia wants to be bullheaded even after I offer to mediate with Rheinland then so be it. If Aurelia DeFrance finds her betrayal acceptable but an independent action against her life for it wrong so be it. If they want to blame me so be it. Why do you think I make every effort to avoid them let alone communicate." He then took a deep breath and softly added, "I will not be pushed by either."

"You know that people say you try starting war?" she asked him.
"That's the rumor," he answered.
"John Henry, are you?" she demanded as tears filled her eyes.
"If holding your ground against people who push and dictate demands to you is waging war then I guess I'm guilty," he answered.
She then began to cry in frustration. Two weeks of hearing little of him, the rumors circulating about him and the Reaver had gotten to her. She fell to one knee at the top of the steps. He did what any good husband would do and went to her aid. As he got half way up the stairs, she let out a sharp moan. Her eyes opened wide as she moaned.

"Oh God!" she cried, "John Henry help me."
He came up the rest of the stairs and looked at her.
"My stomach" she said almost silently but with a face of pain as she began to fall onto him in support. He gently laid her back to examine her. Pulling up her kibuki, he noticed blood coming from her cervix.

"Gothar!" he yelled to the guard at the front door, "get my limo!"
Doc himself picked up his wife and carried her to the limo. Wearing her blood, he got her to Canaria Medical.

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