Heero moved past Duo and into the kitchen, bumping against Duo slightkly in the process. He grabbed a cup of coffee, turned on his heel and went straight back to his room.
Duo looked over his shoulder to Heero eyes trailing down the back of his body. They hadn't seen much of Heero lately since the war had ended. The five boys were all staying together in one of Quatre's many estates. This had been a routine for them. Every few months they would all get together, to check up on one another though none would admit to it. The visits grew further and further apart however, and Heero, had missed the past three meetings. They hadn't thought much of it, Heero being the distant one as he had always been, but the third time he hadn't shown up their concern grew. Trowa had been the one to find him. Quatre had been busy with his expanding corporation, Duo with his junkyard he had put together with Hilde, and Wufei with his newly opened dojo, but Trowa had put his foot down once he noticed their growing apart, so he proposed they start a private search, doing what they could with their now busy fulfilling lives. This had suprised everyone because he was usually as quiet as Heero. Trowa had insisted they get their meetings back on track once they were to find Heero.
No one had any leads, but Trowa had a hunch. Heero liked places that were deserted or had low population, and wasn't fancy but still livable. Trowa knew the perfect place of such characteristics, he and Heero had met up at a small slightly trashed cabin that they had found on Earth shortky after he had blown up his Gundam the first time, it was also the same place he and Heero's relationship had started. Fond memories recided there, and surely enough, the cabin still held sanctuary for Heero.
At first sight he could tell Heero was a mess. Trowa had figured his presence would have startled him at least, but he hadn't even heard him enter the room. He had been in the main room, with a small fire going in the fireplace which was strange at the moment since it was at least 82 degrees Fahrenheit, as he got closer to Heero it made mrore sence. He was slumped against the wall near the fire on a pile of old pillows and blankets that Trowa recognized from before. He was asleep, feverish and shivering. A touch to the forehead confirmed Trowa's worry that he would need medical attention. Heero had never been a fan of hospitals. He pulled out his phone and dailed Quatre's presonal number.
Trowa sighed as he sat in the waiting room. They were icing Heero and giving him antibiotics and painkillers. He had caught some new big that effected the muscles, and along with it, the stomach flu. When he had found out how bad his condition was his stomach sank. Even more so when he found out that Quatre had contacted the other ex-pilots. A big reunion wasnt something Heero would need right now. Trowa knew how he felt about having so much attention on him at once, but he couldnt tell them that without having to explain how he knew Heero so well, or maybe not but it wasn't a risk he was willing to take. For all he knew Heero had long forgotten about him, or all of them even. The last thing he would want is to create reason for him to leave again. At least Quatre had a private hospital so that it would be less public. It was the most he could do until he could find out what had caused Heero to hit such a rock bottom.