Moshi moshi minna-san! Marin here. If you've read my story, Institutionalized, you may be wondering how a sequel is possible. You may even be reluctant to read this sequel, seeing as how it seems so unlikely. But, hey, don't knock it till you try it, k? I promise it's not going to be some far-out, weirdo, freak of nature idea. It'll be cool. Promise. At least, I hope I promise. ^^;;; I'm not really all that sure if it can be adequate, ¬_¬ but I'll try my best, as always. Ja ne!
Savor the Flavor
~Marin2x1
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Disclaimers: I OWN NOTHING!! ^^;; Except maybe some Gundam W merchandise. But I don't own Gundam W.
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Warning: This fic will contain a lemon scene. If you're not into Duo and Heero lemons, don't even get started with this sequel. You'll be grossed out. This chapter itself doesn't contain anything fruity, but later chapters will, so be on your guard. Ja...
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Chapter One: The familiar sunset
What was a dream, and what was real? That's the question I'm now asking myself. I can remember the car drive, and the crash, for that matter, but things afterward are hazy. Did I die? Am I in heaven? Heaven... that's where I am, right? No, it's changed. It's an unfamiliar ceiling above me. I think it's a ceiling. It's got a blinding light shining down in my eyes. Wasn't I with Heero? Weren't we together? We were on an island, watching a sunset that seemed to never fade, no matter how late into the night we watched. What the hell is going on!?
Everything is fuzzy and blurry and I think I may be crying. I hear something. Some noise is resounding from outside my reach. I can't move my head to look for the source, but a light begins to break over my body. What I can see of it, that is. I hear a voice talking sweetly to me, but it's as if the language is something I don't understand. Like I'm in a foreign country. Nothing seems to connect to my brain right now. I have no control of my body and nothing makes any sense. I can't remember what my name is. I don't know where I am. I'm very confused.
Some woman with red hair is hovering over me and smiling. There she goes with that funny language again. I try to speak, but I realize there's something shoved down my throat. I've got some tube in my lungs! I try to reach for it, but my arm is stuck. When I pull up, there's a clanking of metal to metal. I don't bother to try and move the other one. I can feel pain coming from it and I don't want it to get worse. I think I'm regaining control of my body and I blink my eyes at the woman. Red curly hair. She smells like baby powder and antiseptic. Odd combination. She seems worried that I haven't responded in some way and starts talking to me again. I think I can make sense of it now.
"Do you know who you are? Do you know where you are?" she's asking me. I shake my head no. I don't remember anything. It's like my entire brain has been erased. Didn't I remember something earlier? Wasn't I somewhere? With someone? If I had remembered something, it's gone now. Everything is empty. My head and my heart. They're both empty. I don't know myself and I don't know anyone else. I have a vague recollection of someone... a pair of cobalt blue eyes. I can see them now. Who is that?
"Your name is Duo Maxwell. Do you remember now?" I shake my head no again. It sounds familiar, but it doesn't sound like me. That's not the name I would give myself now. I was thinking that I felt more like a Heero, or a Quatre. Those names are nice. Where did I come up with those names, anyway? I'm getting tired all of a sudden. My eyes slowly close down, though I try to keep them open. I don't want to have to wake up and try to remember again everything I've just thought. There's no use. My eyes are closed and I'm asleep.
There's that sunset again. It seems so familiar. I'm on a beach and I can feel the grainy wet sand squeeze in between my toes. There are two chairs set up in the surf that rises to the land. The water barely touches the metal legs of them as it washes towards me. There's someone in the chair. It's Heero. I remember him. I remember everything now. I am dead. I'm in some type of heaven with Heero. In my hand is my marguirita. My familiar marguirita. I sit down next to him and smile. Still the same watercolor sunset as always; so familiar. Everything is so familiar here. I don't want to go back. "Heero, do you remember what happened to us?"
Heero looks at me for a moment as if I've lost my mind. I think I have. "We died, didn't we?"
I don't know what to say. I can't be dead. I was just awake a moment ago, wasn't I? Maybe it was a dream. But, how can dead people dream? I mean, they're dead! This is starting to worry me, and I'm getting a little scared, and very confused. I'm so confused. "Did we? I thought I was still alive. I just woke up a minute ago..."
"Duo, what are you talking about?" he asks me before sipping his own drink through the tiny straw. He tosses the exotic little umbrella onto the sands and the water carries it away with it's flow. I watch as it travels out a bit, saturates with water, tears apart, and floats away from itself. Poor little umbrella. I look directly into the sun for a moment. It doesn't hurt my eyes. It's red and orange and purple all in one color. Very pretty.
But now, in the center, there's a light. Not like the others. It's different. It's white and it's penetrating the sun's fading brightness. This light hurts my eyes and I try to blink against it, but it doesn't work. It's as if the light is going straight through my eyelids and into my brain. I stop trying to hide from it and open my eyes fully. Everything is gone now. There is no sunset. No watercolor sand. No water. It's an unfamiliar ceiling again.
Everything is nothing to me. I don't know, I don't remember, I don't even exist. I'm a fly on the wall. No one will notice me now. I'm a ghost. I'm not real. This world isn't real. Where the hell am I and how did I get here!?
It's dark now. There is no blinding light like before. I can hear rain pattering against the window pane on the far wall. It's very relaxing, but eerie at the same time. I'm lonely and afraid. I don't know where I am. I try to move somewhere, but then I remember, my arm is attached to the bed. Actually, it's attached to the rail of the bed. There's a tube in my throat. There's a line coming from one of my arms. My other arms has bandages wrapped all around it. The bandages are soaked in something red and gooey. My arm itches. My stomach hurts. My left leg feels as if it's not there, though I can see it under the sheet. My head. I haven't bothered to notice my head. I lift the bandaged arm up to my skull. Wasn't my skull crushed in the accident? I do remember the accident. I remember feeling my brain squish inbetween my fingers before I died. But I'm not dead. My entire head is wrapped in thick, heavy bandages. It doesn't feel pliable, which means maybe I didn't crush my skull. Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe I've been in this hospital forever and my whole life has been a dream. That's why I can't remember anything. Well, at least I've figured out I'm in a hospital. I want to move. I want to walk somewhere. My arm is attached to the bed, though. I inspect the restraint. Nothing but an ordinary pair of handcuffs. Easy to get out of. Considering that my entire head is wrapped up, I doubt I could find a pin of some sort conveniently placed in my long hair. I'll just have to improvise. This IV needle should work fine. I use my bandaged arm to yank out the needle and blood squirts from my vein for a moment. Just a trickle, now. I'll be fine. I take a look at the needle, but it's not a needle. It's a tube. They had a tiny little tube of a needle in my arm! Maybe they don't use needles anymore.[1] I've never had an IV.
There must be something else around here for me to use... I try to scan my bed, but I can't sit up. There's still a tube in my throat. I take the tape off around it and start to pull it out. It feels like I'm pulling out my own throat. It scratches all the way up and makes me gag to the point that I throw up some vile tasting liquid. Most of it spills onto the bedspread or into the tube, but some trickles down my chin onto my shirt front. The tube is finally out and I gasp for air. It hurts badly for me to breath. Very badly. Maybe I should have left that thing in. I ingore the pain and sit up. There's a table next to my bed. It's got some food on it. How did they expect me to eat that with a tube stuck in my mouth? What a bunch of idiots.
Now, what is there for me to use to get out of these damned handcuffs? There must be something. Something small and bendable. I can't find a thing. All of this stupid equipment, all these machines, and not a damn thing to pick a tiny lock with. My door opens and someone steps in. I can't see who they are. The light from outside makes them a complete shadow to me.
"You're awake again, I see?" It's a woman. I can tell that by the voice. It sounds vaguely familiar. Have I spoken to her before? She opens the door all the way and flips on a small light in the corner. She gives me a weird look. "You shouldn't be sitting up in bed like that," she says as she walks over to me and pushes me slowly back down in the bed. She goes to the foot of the bed and grabs a metal clipboard, scanning it for a moment.
I look at my bandaged arm. It looks awful. All bloody and icky and God does it itch! I wish I could scratch it. It would probably hurt. "You took your tube out, I see. And your IV... We're just going to have to put them back in again, you know." I glare at her.
"I don't need a tube in my throat." That's the first thing I've said. It hurts to talk. My entire throat is dry and scratchy. My voice is hoarse. It sounds more like wood being sawed in half than a voice. I doubt she understood what I said. She looks confused, but she hands me a glass of water from the counter to my left. I drink it gratefully. It feels so cold and wonderful.
"Now, what was that you were saying, Mr. Maxwell?"
"I said I don't need a tube in my throat." She looks at me for a moment, then checks the chart.
"That tube is to help you breath correctly," she says as she continues to read my chart. "Your left lung was punctured. Without that tube..."
"I don't need it! I can breath fine." I'm lying. I know I'm lying. It hurts like hell without that tube. But it annoys me when it's inside me. I don't like it.
She closes my chart and puts it back in its place at the foot of the bed. She walks around to my bedside and places a hand on my forehead. Actually, her hand is on the bandages on my forehead. "It's for your own good," she whispers down to me. Red hair. Baby powder and anitseptic. I remember her. "You can't argue with us about it."
I look away for a moment, then something occurs to me. My memory is coming back. "Can I ask you some questions?"
"Sure," she says, crossing her arms over her chest and looking down at me lovingly.
"Can you tell me how I got here? Who did I come in here with? I can't really remember anything clearly. Do I have brain damage, or something?"
She laughs softly a moment and shakes her head. "Well, first of all, you don't have brain damage. Your memory is gone because you've been through such a tragic event. Also, your cranium and your brain got crushed in the accident. There's no permanent damage, but we had to put a plait in the front of your head. Right here," she says, putting her hand on her own forehead. I cringe. I've got a plait in my head? Eww... "Your left arm got cut very badly. We had to put 138 stiches in it. Your artery was severed. Your left leg got pretty much the same treatment. It was twisted to the point we thought it was broken, but nothing too serious. Just a hairline fracture along the ankle. Your right side seems to be alright, though, unless we missed something," she says smiling down at me warmly. She's nice. I like her. So friendly and cheery.
"Was anyone else injured?" I ask, not knowing if I truly want to hear the answer.
She rubs the bridge of her nose with two fingers and closes her eyes. "You came in with four others. Three of them have been released from here. Minor injuries. The other one was badly hurt. He was shot before the car accident even took place. He's still in a coma."
I can feel my heart stop beating as she recites the statistics to me. It just stops. My entire body goes numb and I feel light headed. Heero. I remember Heero clearly now. Those eyes. At least he's alive. He's not dead, like I'd thought. "Is Heero going to live?"
She sighs deeply at the question. I already know her answer. "It's not very likely, Duo." I can't take it anymore. I start to cry. Boys don't cry, but I don't care about that right now. I'm handcuffed to a damn bed, the person I love is probably going to die, my chest hurts, my entire body aches, I'm tired and I feel nausious. How much worse can it get for someone? What's the point of trying to be tough and not cry? Life sucks. Screw it all to Hell and back. Screw everyone.
The doctor offers me a tissue, but I refuse. I wipe my eyes with the bandages on my arm and ignore the pain. "Heero must be a good friend," she says as she leans against my bed. "By the way, I'm Doctor Usatashi." I nod my head to her in acknowledgement. She already knows my name. "This is Tokyo General Hospital. You've been here for..." she thinks a moment, looking at the ceiling. "six weeks."
"Six weeks!?" I squeak out. How could I have been here for six weeks? It seems like I've been here for only a few hours, at most. Six weeks is like forever.
She shakes her head at me and smiles again. "You're going to be here for quite a long time. It's going to be a long recovery period. You may need some physical therapy, too."
I lay my head back on the pillow with a sigh. The pillow is small and hard. Like the bed. It's a lot like the beds in the mental hospital. The mental hospital. Oh, God! Are they going to send me back there? I refuse to go back. I'd rather die than go back there. "What's going to happen after I get out?" I ask, trying to remain calm.
She looks down at the floor. I wonder what she finds so fascinating down there. Maybe the dust bunnies hopping around. "Well, considering that you're being charged by the police..."
"What?! For what!?"
She looks back at me sadly. "You were there, Duo. You know what you did."
"I don't remember," I lie.
She sighs at me. "They're charging you for grand theft auto, attempted murder, and assault, for starters." I can't think anymore. My entire life is gone now. I have no chance of a future anymore. Not with all these shitty things that have happened to me. No chance.
"What about Heero?"
"He's being charged with manslaughter. If he survives, he'll be incarcerated." Now I truly can't think. My brain has turned to cream of wheat. The thin and runny kind that wasn't cooked right. That's my brain right now. I turn my head away from her and close my eyes as the tears begin to well up again. I want to go to sleep and forget everything. I want to sleep forever. I want to run away from everything and never come back. Just run and never stop until the day I die.
Doctor Usatashi pushes herself off of my bed with her hip and hovers over me for a moment. I can feel her eyes on me. They're so kind and full of worry. I can't see her, but I feel what she's feeling. She's concerned about me. She walks around my bed and out of the room, closing the door behind her and leaving me in complete darkness. Rain is the only sound to keep me company as it patters and splashes against the window. A flash of lightning brightens my room for a split second and I sigh loudly into the rolling thunder that follows close behind.
"Jesus..."
I go to sleep.
[1] Actually, they usually don't use needles anymore. So, let's just assume that Duo was unlucky enough to get a plastic tubey needle instead of a real needle. Poor Duo...
Savor the Flavor
~Marin2x1
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Disclaimers: I OWN NOTHING!! ^^;; Except maybe some Gundam W merchandise. But I don't own Gundam W.
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Warning: This fic will contain a lemon scene. If you're not into Duo and Heero lemons, don't even get started with this sequel. You'll be grossed out. This chapter itself doesn't contain anything fruity, but later chapters will, so be on your guard. Ja...
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Chapter One: The familiar sunset
What was a dream, and what was real? That's the question I'm now asking myself. I can remember the car drive, and the crash, for that matter, but things afterward are hazy. Did I die? Am I in heaven? Heaven... that's where I am, right? No, it's changed. It's an unfamiliar ceiling above me. I think it's a ceiling. It's got a blinding light shining down in my eyes. Wasn't I with Heero? Weren't we together? We were on an island, watching a sunset that seemed to never fade, no matter how late into the night we watched. What the hell is going on!?
Everything is fuzzy and blurry and I think I may be crying. I hear something. Some noise is resounding from outside my reach. I can't move my head to look for the source, but a light begins to break over my body. What I can see of it, that is. I hear a voice talking sweetly to me, but it's as if the language is something I don't understand. Like I'm in a foreign country. Nothing seems to connect to my brain right now. I have no control of my body and nothing makes any sense. I can't remember what my name is. I don't know where I am. I'm very confused.
Some woman with red hair is hovering over me and smiling. There she goes with that funny language again. I try to speak, but I realize there's something shoved down my throat. I've got some tube in my lungs! I try to reach for it, but my arm is stuck. When I pull up, there's a clanking of metal to metal. I don't bother to try and move the other one. I can feel pain coming from it and I don't want it to get worse. I think I'm regaining control of my body and I blink my eyes at the woman. Red curly hair. She smells like baby powder and antiseptic. Odd combination. She seems worried that I haven't responded in some way and starts talking to me again. I think I can make sense of it now.
"Do you know who you are? Do you know where you are?" she's asking me. I shake my head no. I don't remember anything. It's like my entire brain has been erased. Didn't I remember something earlier? Wasn't I somewhere? With someone? If I had remembered something, it's gone now. Everything is empty. My head and my heart. They're both empty. I don't know myself and I don't know anyone else. I have a vague recollection of someone... a pair of cobalt blue eyes. I can see them now. Who is that?
"Your name is Duo Maxwell. Do you remember now?" I shake my head no again. It sounds familiar, but it doesn't sound like me. That's not the name I would give myself now. I was thinking that I felt more like a Heero, or a Quatre. Those names are nice. Where did I come up with those names, anyway? I'm getting tired all of a sudden. My eyes slowly close down, though I try to keep them open. I don't want to have to wake up and try to remember again everything I've just thought. There's no use. My eyes are closed and I'm asleep.
There's that sunset again. It seems so familiar. I'm on a beach and I can feel the grainy wet sand squeeze in between my toes. There are two chairs set up in the surf that rises to the land. The water barely touches the metal legs of them as it washes towards me. There's someone in the chair. It's Heero. I remember him. I remember everything now. I am dead. I'm in some type of heaven with Heero. In my hand is my marguirita. My familiar marguirita. I sit down next to him and smile. Still the same watercolor sunset as always; so familiar. Everything is so familiar here. I don't want to go back. "Heero, do you remember what happened to us?"
Heero looks at me for a moment as if I've lost my mind. I think I have. "We died, didn't we?"
I don't know what to say. I can't be dead. I was just awake a moment ago, wasn't I? Maybe it was a dream. But, how can dead people dream? I mean, they're dead! This is starting to worry me, and I'm getting a little scared, and very confused. I'm so confused. "Did we? I thought I was still alive. I just woke up a minute ago..."
"Duo, what are you talking about?" he asks me before sipping his own drink through the tiny straw. He tosses the exotic little umbrella onto the sands and the water carries it away with it's flow. I watch as it travels out a bit, saturates with water, tears apart, and floats away from itself. Poor little umbrella. I look directly into the sun for a moment. It doesn't hurt my eyes. It's red and orange and purple all in one color. Very pretty.
But now, in the center, there's a light. Not like the others. It's different. It's white and it's penetrating the sun's fading brightness. This light hurts my eyes and I try to blink against it, but it doesn't work. It's as if the light is going straight through my eyelids and into my brain. I stop trying to hide from it and open my eyes fully. Everything is gone now. There is no sunset. No watercolor sand. No water. It's an unfamiliar ceiling again.
Everything is nothing to me. I don't know, I don't remember, I don't even exist. I'm a fly on the wall. No one will notice me now. I'm a ghost. I'm not real. This world isn't real. Where the hell am I and how did I get here!?
It's dark now. There is no blinding light like before. I can hear rain pattering against the window pane on the far wall. It's very relaxing, but eerie at the same time. I'm lonely and afraid. I don't know where I am. I try to move somewhere, but then I remember, my arm is attached to the bed. Actually, it's attached to the rail of the bed. There's a tube in my throat. There's a line coming from one of my arms. My other arms has bandages wrapped all around it. The bandages are soaked in something red and gooey. My arm itches. My stomach hurts. My left leg feels as if it's not there, though I can see it under the sheet. My head. I haven't bothered to notice my head. I lift the bandaged arm up to my skull. Wasn't my skull crushed in the accident? I do remember the accident. I remember feeling my brain squish inbetween my fingers before I died. But I'm not dead. My entire head is wrapped in thick, heavy bandages. It doesn't feel pliable, which means maybe I didn't crush my skull. Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe I've been in this hospital forever and my whole life has been a dream. That's why I can't remember anything. Well, at least I've figured out I'm in a hospital. I want to move. I want to walk somewhere. My arm is attached to the bed, though. I inspect the restraint. Nothing but an ordinary pair of handcuffs. Easy to get out of. Considering that my entire head is wrapped up, I doubt I could find a pin of some sort conveniently placed in my long hair. I'll just have to improvise. This IV needle should work fine. I use my bandaged arm to yank out the needle and blood squirts from my vein for a moment. Just a trickle, now. I'll be fine. I take a look at the needle, but it's not a needle. It's a tube. They had a tiny little tube of a needle in my arm! Maybe they don't use needles anymore.[1] I've never had an IV.
There must be something else around here for me to use... I try to scan my bed, but I can't sit up. There's still a tube in my throat. I take the tape off around it and start to pull it out. It feels like I'm pulling out my own throat. It scratches all the way up and makes me gag to the point that I throw up some vile tasting liquid. Most of it spills onto the bedspread or into the tube, but some trickles down my chin onto my shirt front. The tube is finally out and I gasp for air. It hurts badly for me to breath. Very badly. Maybe I should have left that thing in. I ingore the pain and sit up. There's a table next to my bed. It's got some food on it. How did they expect me to eat that with a tube stuck in my mouth? What a bunch of idiots.
Now, what is there for me to use to get out of these damned handcuffs? There must be something. Something small and bendable. I can't find a thing. All of this stupid equipment, all these machines, and not a damn thing to pick a tiny lock with. My door opens and someone steps in. I can't see who they are. The light from outside makes them a complete shadow to me.
"You're awake again, I see?" It's a woman. I can tell that by the voice. It sounds vaguely familiar. Have I spoken to her before? She opens the door all the way and flips on a small light in the corner. She gives me a weird look. "You shouldn't be sitting up in bed like that," she says as she walks over to me and pushes me slowly back down in the bed. She goes to the foot of the bed and grabs a metal clipboard, scanning it for a moment.
I look at my bandaged arm. It looks awful. All bloody and icky and God does it itch! I wish I could scratch it. It would probably hurt. "You took your tube out, I see. And your IV... We're just going to have to put them back in again, you know." I glare at her.
"I don't need a tube in my throat." That's the first thing I've said. It hurts to talk. My entire throat is dry and scratchy. My voice is hoarse. It sounds more like wood being sawed in half than a voice. I doubt she understood what I said. She looks confused, but she hands me a glass of water from the counter to my left. I drink it gratefully. It feels so cold and wonderful.
"Now, what was that you were saying, Mr. Maxwell?"
"I said I don't need a tube in my throat." She looks at me for a moment, then checks the chart.
"That tube is to help you breath correctly," she says as she continues to read my chart. "Your left lung was punctured. Without that tube..."
"I don't need it! I can breath fine." I'm lying. I know I'm lying. It hurts like hell without that tube. But it annoys me when it's inside me. I don't like it.
She closes my chart and puts it back in its place at the foot of the bed. She walks around to my bedside and places a hand on my forehead. Actually, her hand is on the bandages on my forehead. "It's for your own good," she whispers down to me. Red hair. Baby powder and anitseptic. I remember her. "You can't argue with us about it."
I look away for a moment, then something occurs to me. My memory is coming back. "Can I ask you some questions?"
"Sure," she says, crossing her arms over her chest and looking down at me lovingly.
"Can you tell me how I got here? Who did I come in here with? I can't really remember anything clearly. Do I have brain damage, or something?"
She laughs softly a moment and shakes her head. "Well, first of all, you don't have brain damage. Your memory is gone because you've been through such a tragic event. Also, your cranium and your brain got crushed in the accident. There's no permanent damage, but we had to put a plait in the front of your head. Right here," she says, putting her hand on her own forehead. I cringe. I've got a plait in my head? Eww... "Your left arm got cut very badly. We had to put 138 stiches in it. Your artery was severed. Your left leg got pretty much the same treatment. It was twisted to the point we thought it was broken, but nothing too serious. Just a hairline fracture along the ankle. Your right side seems to be alright, though, unless we missed something," she says smiling down at me warmly. She's nice. I like her. So friendly and cheery.
"Was anyone else injured?" I ask, not knowing if I truly want to hear the answer.
She rubs the bridge of her nose with two fingers and closes her eyes. "You came in with four others. Three of them have been released from here. Minor injuries. The other one was badly hurt. He was shot before the car accident even took place. He's still in a coma."
I can feel my heart stop beating as she recites the statistics to me. It just stops. My entire body goes numb and I feel light headed. Heero. I remember Heero clearly now. Those eyes. At least he's alive. He's not dead, like I'd thought. "Is Heero going to live?"
She sighs deeply at the question. I already know her answer. "It's not very likely, Duo." I can't take it anymore. I start to cry. Boys don't cry, but I don't care about that right now. I'm handcuffed to a damn bed, the person I love is probably going to die, my chest hurts, my entire body aches, I'm tired and I feel nausious. How much worse can it get for someone? What's the point of trying to be tough and not cry? Life sucks. Screw it all to Hell and back. Screw everyone.
The doctor offers me a tissue, but I refuse. I wipe my eyes with the bandages on my arm and ignore the pain. "Heero must be a good friend," she says as she leans against my bed. "By the way, I'm Doctor Usatashi." I nod my head to her in acknowledgement. She already knows my name. "This is Tokyo General Hospital. You've been here for..." she thinks a moment, looking at the ceiling. "six weeks."
"Six weeks!?" I squeak out. How could I have been here for six weeks? It seems like I've been here for only a few hours, at most. Six weeks is like forever.
She shakes her head at me and smiles again. "You're going to be here for quite a long time. It's going to be a long recovery period. You may need some physical therapy, too."
I lay my head back on the pillow with a sigh. The pillow is small and hard. Like the bed. It's a lot like the beds in the mental hospital. The mental hospital. Oh, God! Are they going to send me back there? I refuse to go back. I'd rather die than go back there. "What's going to happen after I get out?" I ask, trying to remain calm.
She looks down at the floor. I wonder what she finds so fascinating down there. Maybe the dust bunnies hopping around. "Well, considering that you're being charged by the police..."
"What?! For what!?"
She looks back at me sadly. "You were there, Duo. You know what you did."
"I don't remember," I lie.
She sighs at me. "They're charging you for grand theft auto, attempted murder, and assault, for starters." I can't think anymore. My entire life is gone now. I have no chance of a future anymore. Not with all these shitty things that have happened to me. No chance.
"What about Heero?"
"He's being charged with manslaughter. If he survives, he'll be incarcerated." Now I truly can't think. My brain has turned to cream of wheat. The thin and runny kind that wasn't cooked right. That's my brain right now. I turn my head away from her and close my eyes as the tears begin to well up again. I want to go to sleep and forget everything. I want to sleep forever. I want to run away from everything and never come back. Just run and never stop until the day I die.
Doctor Usatashi pushes herself off of my bed with her hip and hovers over me for a moment. I can feel her eyes on me. They're so kind and full of worry. I can't see her, but I feel what she's feeling. She's concerned about me. She walks around my bed and out of the room, closing the door behind her and leaving me in complete darkness. Rain is the only sound to keep me company as it patters and splashes against the window. A flash of lightning brightens my room for a split second and I sigh loudly into the rolling thunder that follows close behind.
"Jesus..."
I go to sleep.
[1] Actually, they usually don't use needles anymore. So, let's just assume that Duo was unlucky enough to get a plastic tubey needle instead of a real needle. Poor Duo...