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Ch. 1 Unexpected Guest
The sun glistened off the sand making it look as though thousand of diamonds littered the ground, while distant dunes looked like water as the sun's heat reflected off it. So peaceful and serene, he didn't know why he ever left. It brought comfort to be back in the desert with the few Maganac Corps that hadn't settled down after the wars. Rasid had remained at the base they had hidden here with a few other men. The last time he'd been here Sandrock had been hidden not far away.
Quatre rolled onto his back his arms and legs spread out as he stared at the roof of the tent he was laying in, the floor of the tent rustling slightly under his weight. There had been no peace for him after wars ended. His friends had gone off and started their own relationships or had families. He had returned to the Winner Corporation and drowned himself in endless paperwork. He couldn't take it any more so he left one of his many sisters in charge of the corporation so he could have a little vacation time.
He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the desert. He almost wished the wars had never ended so he could see his friends again; so many memories of the other boys. Duo, ever the joyful one, had been his best friend through it all. He had returned now an owner of the junk yard with Hilde. WuFei, always preaching about the injustices of the world, now worked as a Preventer and maintained his never ending quest to fulfill his vision of justice. Trowa had gone back to the circus and Catherine. He had always been the silent one, but had saved his soul at one point during the war. The day he almost destroyed Trowa when the zero system had taken over, that memory never left him. Then there was Heero, he had returned to Relena and was now working as her body guard, or at least, that was what he had heard last.
Unfortunately, they had all lost touch after the gundams were destroyed and now all he had were the rumors of what the others where doing. He sighed and folded his arms behind his head. They had all grown close, but that was only because they had a common goal. Now, with peace between the colonies and Earth, their ties had been separated and they no longer communicated with each other. What he wouldn't give for one of Duo's crazy, death grip hugs, or WuFei to scream about injustice or to see Heero and Trowa just sit quietly, not speaking to any one or each other. His life suddenly felt empty and lonely.
A sudden shadow cast itself over him. He didn't bother opening his eyes; he already knew who it was. The Maganac Corps had always been worried about him.
"I'm fine Rasid; I'll be back later today."
"Q-Quatre?"
Quatre's eyes snapped open as he bolted upright into a sitting position.
"Heero." He whispered. He had to be hallucinating; it couldn't be Heero, could it? I must have spent too much time in the sun, he thought getting to his feet. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself for disappointment. He turned around slowly, afraid that no one be there.
If his mind was playing tricks on him, it was a very cruel one. Standing hunched over in the doorway, clutching his left side with his right hand, was Heero. Quatre wanted to cry out in happiness, but something was terribly wrong. There was something dripping from the side Heero was holding.
"Q-Quatre…" Heero began again before succumbing to the darkness of unconsciousness. The last thing he heard was Quatre yelling his name.
"Heero!" Quatre yelled, sprinting forward to catching Heero before he hit the ground. He pulled Heero's left arm over his shoulder so that he could carry him easier. He could feel something warm against his side, but ignored it and concentrated more on Heero.
As he lay him down in the middle of the tent, Quatre realized that the warmth he'd felt earlier was blood. He moved Heero's hand and was horrified to find a stab wound, a very deep one at that.
What happened to you? Quatre wondered.
Not only was he stabbed, but beaten by the looks of it. He had bruises all over his face with an eye that was starting to bruise over. Heero had been known as the Perfect soldier during the wars, the last time he looked this bad he had self detonated Wing. What or who could have possibly done this? He would have to wait for that answer right now he needed to stop the bleeding; from the paleness of Heero's face, he'd already lost a considerable amount. Quatre ripped Heero's shirt off to get a better look at the wound. It was wide and very deep, without treatment he would die. There were even more bruises on his arms and chest.
He didn't have anything with him that would help so he tore a piece off Heero's discarded shirt to cover up the wound, then used the rest of the shirt to tie the makeshift patch in place. He applied pressure with his hand in the hopes of stopping the bleeding.
Heero needed a doctor, but he had no way of contacting one. He had walked out into the desert earlier that morning and hadn't planned on going back until nightfall when it wasn't so hot. His only hope was that Rasid or someone else would come and check up on him. He wasn't sure if Heero would survive a cold night in the desert. Someone would come looking if he wasn't back shortly after nightfall.
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Night came within a few hours and still no one had come out. Quatre was beginning to worry, in the past two hours Heero had broken out in a fever and there wasn't anything more he could do for him. The sound of an approaching vehicle had Quatre running to the entrance of the tent. He could see the headlights of an SUV or truck heading his direction.
"Master Quatre! Is everything all right?" Auda yelled from his vehicle.
"Auda, hurry! Heero's hurt and needs a doctor!" Quatre yelled in response.
"What?"
Quatre didn't answer as he ran back into the tent.
"Heero." He said quietly. "Heero, I'm taking you to a doctor. I know you hate them, but you really don't have a choice right now."
He heard Auda stop his vehicle in front of the tent.
"Master Quatre, where's all this blood from?"
"Never mind that, help me get him into the truck." Quatre ordered as they carefully lifted Heero off the ground and place him in the back of the truck.
"There's a doctor back in town, I'll radio ahead so that he'll be at your place when we get there."
"Thank you Auda, I'm going to ride in the back with Heero." He said as he climbed into the back of the truck and sat next to Heero's unconscious form.
The ride seemed like a trip to hell. Heero had started having hallucinations from his fever and was lashing out. Quatre had been struck several time in his attempt to keep him calm. When they finally arrived at the house he felt as though he were worse off than Heero. Rasid was waiting for them when they pulled up. He and Auda carried Heero upstairs as Quatre followed wearily behind. The doctor had been waiting upstairs and after Heero had been set down on a table, kicked everyone out of the room. The wait was nerve wracking and had Quatre pacing the floor.
"Master Quatre, please sit down." Rasid said motioning to an empty chair.
"I can't, Heero's hurt and I don't even know if he's going to be ok." He ran a frustrated hand through his blonde hair. It was then that he noticed the blood all over his hands. Looking down he discovered that it was also on his clothes. How much blood had Heero lost?
He heard footsteps on the stairs and turned to look up at the doctor.
"He's stable, for now. He has a high fever that will need to be monitored; I can't do anything for him now."
"What about the stab wound?" Quatre asked.
"He's very lucky, it didn't hit anything though he has lost a considerable amount of blood. If he makes it through the fever he'll be up and about in a month."
More like two days if I know Heero. Quatre thought amusingly. He went upstairs to see Heero while Rasid showed the doctor out.
The room smelled sterile as he opened the door and he found that Heero was no longer on the table but resting comfortably in the bed. His blood soaked clothes had been removed and discarded on the floor. He could see beads of sweat running down the side of his face from the fever and noticed that his skin was as white as the sheets he lay on.
Quatre began to gather up everything that had been dropped on the floor. The smell of blood was overwhelming as he carted the stuff outside with the other garbage. Looking up at the sky he noticed how clear the sky was and how bright the moon was shining. Had it been any other day he would have sat on the wall that bordered the city, staring at it's beauty. With a heavy sigh he entered house again and went straight to the bathroom. Heero was asleep so he had time for a quick shower.
Changing into a pair of kakis and a red t-shirt, he made his way back down the hall. It was going to be a long couple of days. Now that Heero had to be monitored because of his fever, the task fell to him. He didn't mind, Heero was his friend and he would do what was necessary to make sure that he survived this. Pulling an empty chair next to the bed, Quatre sat down and left the minutes pass by, turning into hours, then days.
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Ok, so here's another story. It came to me in the middle of the night. Let me know what you think. I'll be starting on the second chapter after this is posted.