I can't believe Quatre didn't say anything.

As soon as Trowa wrestled his suit off and I say the blood, the first thought in my head was that I couldn't believe I didn't notice that something was wrong.

I thought he looked normal. A little woozy, maybe, but we're all a little off sometimes. Who wouldn't be? More importantly, who wouldn't be shaken by a gut wound like that?

Quatre, apparently. Just slap a pressure bandage on it and go save the world like it's just another day. I thought he was a normal guy, maybe the most level headed of all of us, at least of most of the time. . .

Turns out he's just as crazy as Heero if you give him the chance. At least he has the sense to be regretting it now. Not that I want to see him in this much pain, but at least he's acting human about it now.

Heero's got him in his lap now, trying to hold him steady. This has got to be the worst road I've ever been on. He can't even sit up. We're just trying to keep him from tearing his wound open again, not that there's much we can do, but we're still trying.

I'm guessing that's why Heero's clutching him so hard. He probably has the best chance of hanging onto him and keeping him from moving out of the three of us. Otherwise I'd have Quatre out of his grip in a moment. I suspect he's leaving bruises, he's grabbing him so hard.

"Don't you know how to drive!?" I demand. I know I shouldn't take it out on Trowa, but I can see Quatre tense with every jolt. Quatre's not saying anything about it, so someone has to.

"I know what I'm doing!"

I know Trowa's doing his best. I know he's got enough to deal with just trying to keep things smooth for Quatre. I can't help it. I gather that he knew that Quatre was hurt, and let him do what he wanted anyway. I'm pissed about that. None of the rest of us knew.

He just whispered something to Heero. I'm intrigued, because whatever it was, I think it made Heero loosen his grip a little bit.

That has to be the roughest patch we've gone over yet, because it's the first one to get a noise out of Quatre, even if it's just a gasp.

I hope it's nothing, but Wufei shifts out of the corner he was sitting in to kneel over Quatre. I think he's cursing, and just as he presses his hands over the bandages I see blood soaking through. Quatre must have torn his wound open again.

I cover Wufei's hands with my own and press down on Quatre. It probably hurts for him, but we can't just let him bleed. Besides, I think I'll go crazy if I have to sit here and do nothing any longer.

I can see Quatre's muscles tense as he tries to sit up. Heero's holding him down hard. His fingers are digging into Quatre's shoulders.

"You're hurting him," I accuse. I'm sure there are other, more painful things, including Wufei and I trying to stop the bleeding, but Heero is convenient.

"I'm not," Heero mutters. He's not really paying attention to me.

"Shut up," Wufei snaps at me. I growl back, annoyed.

"It's fine."

Quatre just reached up and squeezed Heero's hand. What was that about? He's limp now, just letting us hang on to him. I don't believe him, but it's sort of a relief that he's still stubborn enough to insist that he's fine.

Wufei's still giving me that look. I guess I should take my hands off since he's controlling the pressure. I want to be doing something for him, though. I should have just volunteered to drive, though I really didn't have the chance. Trowa beat me too it.

There's another bump and we're up onto what feels like an actual road. That's a relief. That means Quatre shouldn't be tossed around anymore.

Heero's shifting Quatre up out of his lap now. He could at least support him, even if we're not getting jolted around wildly anymore. He's pushing him towards me, and I reach instinctively to catch him and guide him into my own lap. He can at least have a comfortable place to lie.

Heero lets go as soon as I have a good grip on Quatre. He sits up and turns to look out past Trowa, leaving me to get Quatre settled again.

"Jerk," I want to mutter at the back of his head. What am I supposed to do with him? At least he hasn't done any irreparable damage.

To be honest, I'm grateful to have something to do for Quatre. Not that I think Heero knew that. He probably just didn't want the stress of holding Quatre once someone else could take the job just as well.

"Quatre?" I'm wondering if he's is going to need a blood transfusion. Wufei's still pressing on the wound, but it doesn't look like he's still bleeding. He's not pressing very hard, though, just enough to be safe. I'm sort of glad that his hands are there, for Quatre's sake.

"I'm fine."

"Not exactly fine," Wufei argues. I'm inclined to agree with him. Quatre's smiling weakly at both of us. He's still trying to appear cheerful.

Quatre lets out a little sigh. He's just about limp in my lap now. I'm not sure if this is a bad sign, but at least he's not going to hurt himself even more by trying to do something stupid.

"You're more comfortable that Heero."

Now that's an interesting thing to hear. I catch Heero's eye and raise one eyebrow. I think Quatre's losing it.

Heero just shrugs at me, he doesn't know either. Anyway, Quatre's my responsibility now, and I know I can take care of him.