Hey everyone! This is going to be bit more angsty than my usual fare. It was written for Summer Whump Challenge and I used the prompt of hospital for my first one-shot. Warning for mentions of character death, and actual character death. Word count is 1,096 words. I hope you all enjoy the first chapter of The Unfortunate Tales of Kit and Dewy.

To say that Kit Snicket hadn't liked Heimlich Hospital was an understatement. A word which here means a statement that holds less enthuses than what the person is truly feeling at the moment.

She had never liked the hospital since the day that she entered the world screaming and cold. To the day that she found out that she herself would one day be bringing a screaming crying child into the world in this particular hospital.

"What if something bad happens?" Kit asked, looking the expressive dark eyes of Dewy Deneumont. At least she could say she was more fortunate than her own mother had been. Dewy promised to stick with her through the entire pregnancy down to the delivery which he promised to be there for her.

If Kit could remember correctly her father had been on a mission for each other births of his children. Her mother had told her that much when she was younger. When Jacques was born, father had been gone to the Hinterlands to help train lions with Josephine Kingsley, who would later become Josephine Antwhistle. When Lemony had been born, father had been aboard the Quequege trying desperately to get back to mother before the birth. And last but not least when Kit, herself, had been born, father was in a meeting with the actual fire chief and had left directions that he shouldn't be interrupted.

"Nothing bad is going to happen to you, Kit," Dewy said, taking her hand in his own and kissing it. "I'm going to be with you the entire time. I promise."

"But what if you are in meeting with someone important and the meeting can't be interrupted even if it is because I'm in labor?" Kit asked, thinking back to what her mother had said about the day of her birth. About her father not being there because of a meeting.

"That won't happen. I, my darling, Kit am not your father. I stand by my promise to be with through this entire ordeal."

Knowing the stubbornness of Dewy Deneumont she stopped arguing with him about the subject. She knew that no one could truly prepare for what was to come. But if anyone could it would be him. Her knight in green velvet Hotel Deneumont uniform.

"Alright," she said as the door to the hospital room opened and the doctor entered. "But I still think that we should we should have a backup plan just in case you can't make it."

"We'll talk about it later," Dewy said reassuringly.


Thinking back on that day now as she lies in pain on the coastal reef, her ankle throbbing in pain and spores of the Maduside Mycelium clinging to her throat, all she can think about is her baby and Dewy. She wishes for that day in the hospital. She wishes she can turn back time and go back to those simpler days.

A face looms over her and she thinks she's hallucinating things. Because at first, it looks like her old friend/ex-boyfriend Olaf. Then her sight blurs and he looks likes Dewy. Then the blackness takes over and it feels like she's floating along in the nothingness and all she wants to do is wake up.

"Kit," a voice she recognizes as that of Violet Baudelaire cries out

She opens her eyes slowly. The sun and sand around her burning her eyes with the brightness of them. She knows now that she wasn't meant to live long after all. She was always destined to come here and die this way.

Then Olaf is there asking here to look into his eyes. She does and he asks her about some poem or something that her brother used to talk about. She knows he's not long for this world either by the sound of his voice as they recite the poem piece by piece to each other.

She hears his final breath and watches as the Baudelaire's close his eyes. She wonders how much longer it will before they have to do the same for her.

But then her thoughts are cut off by the pain of the child she's yet to bring into the world. She wishes that she could be there for her daughter. She wishes that this little one could have a mother and father. She wishes that for the Baudelaire orphans too. If she had lived she could have taken them in and they could have been a family. But that is not to be.


The baby is sleeping peacefully in her arms. Her little girl. Her little girl that Dewy will never get to meet. Her little girl will grow up as an orphan. She looks up at the Baudelaire's as they hold out the apple.

She takes it, even though she knows that it's too late. That the apple won't work because she delayed in order to save her child's life. She did what any other parent would do for their child and now she would die because if.

"Did it work?" Klaus Baudelaire asks his older sister, looking anxiously at my still pale face. "Is Kit going to be alright?"

She wants to tell Klaus that soon she would be better off than any of them. She would be going to the place where his parents were. Her brother, Jacques. Her parents, who perished themselves much the same way that the Baudelaire's parents had. Dewy.

"What will you name her?" Violet asks, gently touching the sleeping baby's hand. She must know. Kit can tell by the way Violet is looking at her that the younger girl knows what's going to happen soon. She's thankful that Violet hasn't said anything about it. She doesn't think that she could handle the others knowing just yet. If they didn't already know.

"I'm going to name her after your mother," Kit says, she can see Beatrice's smiling face beckoning her forward. A coughing fit overtakes her and she hands her daughter, her Beatrice, off to Klaus. She knows her daughter is in good hands with Baudelaire children. She would grow up knowing all about her parents, family, and VFD.

"What are you waiting for Kit-Kat?" Dewy's voice calls from the beyond. More welcoming than anything that she has heard in a long time.

With a final wracking cough she feels herself leaving them. She's going to be with her Dewy and she can't sad that she's entirely happy. But she's not sad.

"I'll see you again one of these days, Beatrice," she whispers as she floats to a land of peace.

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of The Unfortunate Tales of Kit and Dewy entitled Hospital.