My Duo

Disclaimer: *Sigh* I own nadda, nuffink, zilch, nuffink (again). NOTHING! Okay?

A/N: Did the first chapter make you cry? Wa-a-a-a-a-a-ah? This one is also quite sad. Read and have some fun. Well if you're morbid and like the fact the people get hurt. Oh whatever. *Shut up Murphy* Murphy's talking to me again. I really should go see a shrink about this voice business.

Heero fell backwards from the shock. The whole house shook. He tried to stand up but he'd hit his head very hard and fell back over again,

"Duo," he called out, holding the back of his head, "Duo, come out." There was no answer, which Heero hardly found surprising. He got to his knees and started to crawl to his bedroom. He turned the door handle but the door didn't move. He then leaned against the door and started to push it open gradually. Smoke was coming out of the door and Heero knew that he was risking his own life if he went in there without anything to cover his mouth with. He ran in to the bathroom, still feeling quite dizzy, and grabbed a towel. He ran cold water over the towel and ran back to his room. He covered his mouth with the towel but with enough of a gap to help him breath.

He opened the door again and tried to find Duo. He fell over something hard and fell to the floor. The floorboards started to creak. Heero quickly stood up knowing that he only had a matter of moments to find Duo before the floor fell in to the kitchen.

He jumped up and carefully walked around the smoky room, with each step the floorboards creaking even more violently than the previous step.

"Duo," called Heero. There was still no reply and Heero carried on walking. He started to cough and knew that he had to get out and just before he did he saw Duo, lying lifeless in the far corner of the room. Heero stepped over everything and reached Duo just as he did the floorboards started to creak even worse. Heero knew he had to hurry. He grabbed Duo's arm and pulled him as gently and as quickly as he could. Heero had to kick everything out of the way otherwise Duo would never had made it to the hall and this made Heero even angrier than he already was.

Why hadn't he tried to help Duo? They were best friends, and they loved each other very much. Heero had just watched Duo get hurt. Maybe even killed.

Just as Heero reached the doorway the floor fell apart under his feet and he fell with Duo and the floor. Heero fell first and Duo landed on top. Heero was completely winded and had to wait a while to get Duo to complete safety. He got his breath back and carried Duo in to the next room, the lounge.

"Duo, come on," said Heero, he held Duo in his arms, "Come on Duo," Heero started to rock and run his fingers through Duo's hair, trying to make him conscious again, "Come on."

Duo slowly opened his eyes and started to cough.

"Duo!" Heero smiled, "You're okay, you're okay." He put a pillow behind Duo's head, "I'll just phone an ambulance," just at that moment Duo rolled his eyes and his head tilted to one side. His eyes were closed,

"Duo!" cried Heero. He ran to Duo but knew the only thing for him to do was phone for an ambulance,

"Hello," said Heero, "Ambulance." He then told the operator the address and what the emergency was. They told Heero that the ambulance would be there as soon as possible, until then he should just leave Duo where he was. Heero put the phone back down.

He'd already moved Duo. Why? Why couldn't he move Duo? What was so important? Heero turned back to look at Duo. A tear fell down his cheek and he walked up to Duo,

"You can make it," said Heero running his fingers through Duo's hair again. He then put his hands at the back of his head; something stung and was bleeding. Heero took his hands away and saw that his hands were completely red. He then looked at the floor. There was a trail of blood from the kitchen, to the lounge and up the stairs. Heero turned and went to the bathroom to get what he needed to clean the blood off the carpet but before he got the stairs he collapsed.

"Hey buddy," said Quatre, "How do you feel?" Heero sat up quickly not realising where he was. His head felt terrible and was spinning,

"Lay back down you ninny," said Quatre and he pushed Heero to lay back down again. He rolled his eyes and turned to Trowa who was standing at the window,

"Trowa, he's awake," said Quatre. Trowa turned and looked at Heero,

"Hey mate," said Trowa and he walked to Heero holding a bag of grapes. Heero suddenly felt the urge to throw up at the sight of food but he just smiled,

"Hey," Heero said quietly. His memory was dazzled, "What am I doing here?"

"Ah," said Trowa, we were hoping you could tell us,"

"We know as much as you by the sounds of it," Quatre smiled,

"Why isn't Duo here to see me?" asked Heero. Quatre and Trowa looked at each other,

"Well…" said Heero, "Why?"

"He's in here too," said Trowa,

"What happened?" asked Heero.

Trowa sighed and explained to Heero about how there was a bomb and how his house was destroyed because after the medics had come and taken them to hospital the house completely fell apart. Duo had the worst of it though, cuts all over his face from the bomb,

"So how is he?" asked Heero, sitting up slower this time,

"Shouldn't you get some rest" asked Quatre, trying to avoid the question,

"No," growled Heero, "How is he?"

"Well he's in a come," said Trowa,

"What!" said Heero,

"He's really not well," said Quatre, "The doctors wanted to speak to you but they don't think he has a hope in hell of surviving a blast like that, he's on a life support machine at the moment and they want you're permission to turn it off…"

"Well they aren't bloody getting it," said Heero. He looked away from Quatre and Trowa, they must be lying. Why would they want to lie though, a very mean trick?

Heero suddenly remembered.