Sorry for the short chapter! I just had to get this out ^_^' *Whew!* Now that that's over with….
Disclaimer: dun own them
//thoughts//
*Author notes*
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An explosion. That's all it took.
"Heero!" Duo yelled as he ran towards the blast. "Heero!"
Duo pushed through the scattered debris, looking for any sign for the wing pilot. Heero had no been able to get out of there in time, he knew. Or else he would have seen him. He searched frantically through the scattered remains of the building. Goddamn the person who blew up this building. //Stupid suicidal freak// He spotted a leg sticking out from underneath a beam. He ran towards the beam, jumping over fallen poles and such. He stopped in front of the beam and put his hands underneath, hefting it with a grunt. With much effort, he flipped the beam over and pushed it on to the ground on the other side.
"Heero?" He knelt beside the unconscious body in the tattered preventers uniform. It was too dark to tell the extent of the Japanese pilot's injuries, but by running his fingers over Heero's face, Duo could tell that it was badly burnt. Running his fingers through the mocha-colored hair, he found a wound at the back of his head, when his hands came away stained with blood. He needed to know no more. He quickly scooped the body up in his arms and got out of there.
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They were all at the hospital waiting for news about Heero. Trowa and Wufei stood against opposite walls, beside the doors, while Quatre tried to calm Duo down who was thinking about all the worst-case scenarios.
"What if something goes wrong? What if he goes into a coma?" Duo paced up and across the waiting room, with a poor Quatre trying his best to calm the braided man down. "MY god, what if he dies?"
Duo stopped suddenly, causing the blond who was following his around to bump into him. Duo paid no attention though. He just realized the finality of his words. "God, what if-"
"Duo, please." Quatre begged, taking the taller man by his elbow and leading him to one of the chairs. Duo followed, still shocked. Quatre talked to him in low, soothing tones.
Sally, Noin and Zechs were also in the waiting room. They had been there well over eight hours. Nothing had changed; the doctors were still in surgery. They all prayed that it would be over soon.
As if just then their prayers had been heard, the doors opened and a middle-aged woman in a white lab coat walked out. Quatre and Duo got up from their seats while Wufei and Trowa straightened up from the walls and came to either side of her.
"The surgery went without many complications." She started. "We have moved him to another room. 143. Around the corner. He should be gaining consciousness right about now-"
"I have to see him." Duo pushed aside and started to walk out the door.
"But I must warn you-" but it was too late, Duo was already out the door.
He reached the room and pushed the door open quietly. He saw Heero lying on the bed and walked over to one side. His head was bandaged and his eyes closed. Duo smiled slightly, thinking how peaceful he looked when he was asleep. He picked up the Japanese pilots hand in his own and squeezed gently.
"Koi…" he whispered, calling out.
Cobalt eyes opened slowly. "Duo?"
"Yes, baby. I'm here. How do you feel?" The American pilot asked, smoothing away a few bangs from the bed-ridden man.
"Where are you?" Heero murmured, his eyes searching.
"What do you mean? I'm right here." Duo frowned as he looked into the blue, blue eyes. Then he noticed. Those eyes weren't focused.
"Duo? Duo, I can't see!"
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moohahah…I love cliffhangers, don't you? Reviews are craved!!
Disclaimer: dun own them
//thoughts//
*Author notes*
***
An explosion. That's all it took.
"Heero!" Duo yelled as he ran towards the blast. "Heero!"
Duo pushed through the scattered debris, looking for any sign for the wing pilot. Heero had no been able to get out of there in time, he knew. Or else he would have seen him. He searched frantically through the scattered remains of the building. Goddamn the person who blew up this building. //Stupid suicidal freak// He spotted a leg sticking out from underneath a beam. He ran towards the beam, jumping over fallen poles and such. He stopped in front of the beam and put his hands underneath, hefting it with a grunt. With much effort, he flipped the beam over and pushed it on to the ground on the other side.
"Heero?" He knelt beside the unconscious body in the tattered preventers uniform. It was too dark to tell the extent of the Japanese pilot's injuries, but by running his fingers over Heero's face, Duo could tell that it was badly burnt. Running his fingers through the mocha-colored hair, he found a wound at the back of his head, when his hands came away stained with blood. He needed to know no more. He quickly scooped the body up in his arms and got out of there.
***
They were all at the hospital waiting for news about Heero. Trowa and Wufei stood against opposite walls, beside the doors, while Quatre tried to calm Duo down who was thinking about all the worst-case scenarios.
"What if something goes wrong? What if he goes into a coma?" Duo paced up and across the waiting room, with a poor Quatre trying his best to calm the braided man down. "MY god, what if he dies?"
Duo stopped suddenly, causing the blond who was following his around to bump into him. Duo paid no attention though. He just realized the finality of his words. "God, what if-"
"Duo, please." Quatre begged, taking the taller man by his elbow and leading him to one of the chairs. Duo followed, still shocked. Quatre talked to him in low, soothing tones.
Sally, Noin and Zechs were also in the waiting room. They had been there well over eight hours. Nothing had changed; the doctors were still in surgery. They all prayed that it would be over soon.
As if just then their prayers had been heard, the doors opened and a middle-aged woman in a white lab coat walked out. Quatre and Duo got up from their seats while Wufei and Trowa straightened up from the walls and came to either side of her.
"The surgery went without many complications." She started. "We have moved him to another room. 143. Around the corner. He should be gaining consciousness right about now-"
"I have to see him." Duo pushed aside and started to walk out the door.
"But I must warn you-" but it was too late, Duo was already out the door.
He reached the room and pushed the door open quietly. He saw Heero lying on the bed and walked over to one side. His head was bandaged and his eyes closed. Duo smiled slightly, thinking how peaceful he looked when he was asleep. He picked up the Japanese pilots hand in his own and squeezed gently.
"Koi…" he whispered, calling out.
Cobalt eyes opened slowly. "Duo?"
"Yes, baby. I'm here. How do you feel?" The American pilot asked, smoothing away a few bangs from the bed-ridden man.
"Where are you?" Heero murmured, his eyes searching.
"What do you mean? I'm right here." Duo frowned as he looked into the blue, blue eyes. Then he noticed. Those eyes weren't focused.
"Duo? Duo, I can't see!"
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moohahah…I love cliffhangers, don't you? Reviews are craved!!
