Notes: Real short fic that popped into my head, so I just typed it up.
It's about Duo being admitted into an institution and how he sees it as
pointless. I could actually make it a long story, but honestly I just want
to keep it short and sweet, that and I don't feel like writing a long story
at the moment. So, here it is. Oh, by the way, I think I'll be posting
another short story soon. Reviews, as always, are greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
ASYLUM TILES
He laid on the small single bed, looking up at the tiled ceiling with his hands behind his head. He sighed out of boredom and closed his eyes. When he heard the door he opened his one eye and glanced to the side to see who was there.
Ah, Dr. Mills.
Uninterested in the doctor's presence he closed his eye.
"Mr. Maxwell?" The doctor's shoes clicked against the tile floor as they made their way to Duo's bedside. "Mr. Maxwell?" He said again, this time with more force.
Duo raised his eyebrows, but kept his eyes shut. "Yes?"
Dr. Mills sighed in annoyance while he took out a pen from his front coat pocket. "We have a session." Duo opened his eyes, removed his hands from behind his head and sat up on his elbows.
"Really? Time flies in here, doesn't it? Oh, I'm sorry, my bad, that's only for the people in here who actually believe that they can fly." He flashed Dr. Mills a grin.
Dr. Mills lightly smiled while he shook his head back and forth. "That kind of attitude won't do you any good."
Duo released a short laugh. "Really? It's saved my life quite a few times."
This boy certainly was exasperating. Dr. Mills turned and dragged a chair over to the side of the bed. The chair's legs resisted against the floor, resulting in an odd screeching noise. "Mr. Maxwell, I heard you had night terrors again two nights ago."
Duo rolled his neck to the one side, causing popping noises, like the sound of popcorn kernels in a microwave, to fill the silence instead of his response.
"Duo?" Duo turned and looked at Dr. Mills.
"If you want to call them that."
"What would you call them then?" Dr. Mills crossed his arms as he asked the question, trying to assure his authority.
Duo starred hard into the man's eyes. Dr. Mills fought the urge to shiver as the boy glared at him. His eyes were like those of a wolf, watching, learning, waiting, and Dr. Mills was the prey.
"Memories." Duo finally said then looked away. Dr. Mills placed his clipboard on his lap and scribbled a few notes on it. When he was done he looked up to see Duo lying back down on the bed, starring up at the ceiling.
"Would you like to talk about them?"
Duo snorted. "Sure Doc, and I'd also like to cut my arm off."
"Duo." Duo recognized the stern tone.
"Look, why talk or think about it when I don't have to? It doesn't make any sense. So, if you don't mind, please leave now. I'd like to get back to counting the ceiling tiles."
"Look kid" he softly said as he touched Duo's leg gently, "I'm only trying to help, but you have to let me in to help you. Obviously your friends think you need help, they did admit you here. So let me help you." Duo scooted back up onto his elbows and looked at him.
"What, you think you can cure me? Well I got news for you buddy; you can't, because there's nothing to cure. Everything I see is real, you know why? Because it all happened. I was there when it happened, and I was the cause of all of it. So you can't fix what's in my head, unless you want to fill it with lies, and I don't want that. I want the truth, I want the images, I want the pain, because I deserve it all, because I'm the cause of it all."
Dr. Mills cleared his throat, trying unsuccessfully to think of a response. When a nurse lightly knocked on the open door he warmly welcomed her.
"Your assistance is needed in room 210, Dr. Mills."
"Yes, thank you." He rose from the chair, with his clipboard and pen in hand like a shield. He looked down at Duo, who contently starred back at him. "We'll continue this later."
"I'm sure we will."
Dr. Mills dragged the chair back over to the wall that it had leaned on earlier and went for the door. He looked back at Duo before he left the room. He had his hands behind his head again, and his eyes concentrated on the plain white ceiling tiles. Dr. Mills quickly turned and left the room, leaving the boy to count his tiles, and fighting back the urge to run in a corner and hide from him.
Disclaimer: Don't own Gundam Wing or any of its characters.
ASYLUM TILES
He laid on the small single bed, looking up at the tiled ceiling with his hands behind his head. He sighed out of boredom and closed his eyes. When he heard the door he opened his one eye and glanced to the side to see who was there.
Ah, Dr. Mills.
Uninterested in the doctor's presence he closed his eye.
"Mr. Maxwell?" The doctor's shoes clicked against the tile floor as they made their way to Duo's bedside. "Mr. Maxwell?" He said again, this time with more force.
Duo raised his eyebrows, but kept his eyes shut. "Yes?"
Dr. Mills sighed in annoyance while he took out a pen from his front coat pocket. "We have a session." Duo opened his eyes, removed his hands from behind his head and sat up on his elbows.
"Really? Time flies in here, doesn't it? Oh, I'm sorry, my bad, that's only for the people in here who actually believe that they can fly." He flashed Dr. Mills a grin.
Dr. Mills lightly smiled while he shook his head back and forth. "That kind of attitude won't do you any good."
Duo released a short laugh. "Really? It's saved my life quite a few times."
This boy certainly was exasperating. Dr. Mills turned and dragged a chair over to the side of the bed. The chair's legs resisted against the floor, resulting in an odd screeching noise. "Mr. Maxwell, I heard you had night terrors again two nights ago."
Duo rolled his neck to the one side, causing popping noises, like the sound of popcorn kernels in a microwave, to fill the silence instead of his response.
"Duo?" Duo turned and looked at Dr. Mills.
"If you want to call them that."
"What would you call them then?" Dr. Mills crossed his arms as he asked the question, trying to assure his authority.
Duo starred hard into the man's eyes. Dr. Mills fought the urge to shiver as the boy glared at him. His eyes were like those of a wolf, watching, learning, waiting, and Dr. Mills was the prey.
"Memories." Duo finally said then looked away. Dr. Mills placed his clipboard on his lap and scribbled a few notes on it. When he was done he looked up to see Duo lying back down on the bed, starring up at the ceiling.
"Would you like to talk about them?"
Duo snorted. "Sure Doc, and I'd also like to cut my arm off."
"Duo." Duo recognized the stern tone.
"Look, why talk or think about it when I don't have to? It doesn't make any sense. So, if you don't mind, please leave now. I'd like to get back to counting the ceiling tiles."
"Look kid" he softly said as he touched Duo's leg gently, "I'm only trying to help, but you have to let me in to help you. Obviously your friends think you need help, they did admit you here. So let me help you." Duo scooted back up onto his elbows and looked at him.
"What, you think you can cure me? Well I got news for you buddy; you can't, because there's nothing to cure. Everything I see is real, you know why? Because it all happened. I was there when it happened, and I was the cause of all of it. So you can't fix what's in my head, unless you want to fill it with lies, and I don't want that. I want the truth, I want the images, I want the pain, because I deserve it all, because I'm the cause of it all."
Dr. Mills cleared his throat, trying unsuccessfully to think of a response. When a nurse lightly knocked on the open door he warmly welcomed her.
"Your assistance is needed in room 210, Dr. Mills."
"Yes, thank you." He rose from the chair, with his clipboard and pen in hand like a shield. He looked down at Duo, who contently starred back at him. "We'll continue this later."
"I'm sure we will."
Dr. Mills dragged the chair back over to the wall that it had leaned on earlier and went for the door. He looked back at Duo before he left the room. He had his hands behind his head again, and his eyes concentrated on the plain white ceiling tiles. Dr. Mills quickly turned and left the room, leaving the boy to count his tiles, and fighting back the urge to run in a corner and hide from him.