Heero Yuy, here we are again.
I don't know why he put himself between me and that stray bullet, or even how he saw it coming, but the fact of the matter is that he did. It took the last of the bandages and a hand towel for the bleeding to subside. He's pale and covered in a thin sheen of cold sweat. Besides that and a bit of a fever, he's had yet another close escape from death. I was rather lucky too; most of my injuries are superficial. Cuts and bruises, nothing I haven't seen before.
I take a quick shower. I know when I'm done because the water stops running red.
When I walk back into the room he's exactly where I left him. He's so still, so silent. I stroll over to the bed and gently rest my hand on his forehead. His fever is fading fast, that's a good sign. The room is dimly lit, but as the moonlight shines on his face, I realise just how peaceful he looks.
The room is small and only has the luxury of one bed – an error on my part. I just threw treble the money to pay for the room and grabbed any old key. He lets out a pained groan as he scoots to the edge of the bed, his back to me. I'll take that as in invitation. I'm too tired to stand watch tonight and I don't imagine Heero's up to it. If OZ did manage to track us here, then we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
The sheets are covered in blood and I'm not even sure whether it's mine or Heero's.
"Trowa..." He begins. He speaks my name in such a soft melancholic tone, it's unusual for him.
"Yeah?"
"I'm Sorry." I prop myself up on one elbow and turn to face him, even though he isn't facing me.
"You ate a bullet for me, and you are apologising?" He's really apologising because he screwed up the mission and nearly got us both killed; because he feels weak and helpless.
"Hn." He mutters. I close my eyes and wrap a protective arm around his waist, being careful to avoid his wound, and draw him in closer to me. I hold him tightly and whisper into his ear,
"I forgive you, I always will." I place a gentle kiss on his neck and lay beside him, never letting go.
I wonder if Heero Yuy knows that he sometimes cries in his sleep, I wonder if he knows that he's not alone in doing so because... So do I.