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Warnings: 3x4, don't like don't read

Never An Obligation

Quatre winced as the disinfectant touched his wound. "Sorry." Trowa
mumbled, trying to be as careful as possible. Quatre gave a small smile in
return, hoping to erase the worried look from his lover's face.

Trowa gave him a reassuring smile, but kept the worry lines across his
brow. Done cleaning the one bloody gouge, he began to take gauze to cover
the wound. Quatre sighed as the gauze was being applied to his wounds. He
hated when this happened, he really did.

Unlike the others, his experience with the zero system during the war had a
lasting effect. Nobody was sure why; it could be his empathy, the emotional
state he was in when he used the system, or some other undiscovered factor.
But ever since then he had been having little episodes of, well, insanity.
While none of the episodes lasted very long he often suffered through
delusions, hallucinations, and severe mood swings. More often than not he
ended up hurting himself.

A fierce pain caused Quatre's attention to turn back to the task Trowa was
doing. He had managed to space out while half of his current wounds were
being cleaned. In this latest episode, Quatre had tried to claw out his own
eyes. He now had deep scratch marks around his eyes. He looked up at Trowa.

It made him sad that Trowa had to do this. Throughout their entire time
together Trowa had never once faltered in caring for Quatre. No matter what
he did his lover was there, ready to support him. A sob escaped from him as
he gasped, "You shouldn't have to deal with this."

For a moment Trowa paused in his ministrations, looked down at Quatre and
said, "You know I don't mind."

"It's not fair to you. I mean, I know that I'm perfectly fine most of the
time. We're happy together then, everything is fine. But…but then when I get
like that…and I do stuff like that, you shouldn't have to take care of me. I
know it seems like no problem now, but what about later? Trowa, I don't want
to become an obligation!" Silent tears rolled down Quatre's face. He sat
there afraid of what Trowa could say next; afraid of the pain he knew his
eyes showed.

Trowa silently picked his supplies back up and continued to clean and
bandage Quatre's injuries. He worked quietly and delinquently, while Quatre
sat silently crying. After only a few minutes he finished dressing Quatre's
wounds and put away the first aid kit.

Trowa then leaned forward and put his arms around Quatre. "I love you and I
promise you you'll never be an obligation." Then he leaned down, planting a soft kiss on Quatre's forehead before hugging him tightly.

They sat like that until Quatre's tears had dried.

End

Author's Note: Hope ya'll enjoy. Any comment would be appreciated; I really want to improve my writing. I am thinking of possibly writing more drabbles to describe their relationship and the episodes Quatre has.