Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over the characters, just the demons inside my head that made me post this.
I'm so happy you guys like Jason. I was a little worried about having an OC but I saw this picture that was supposed to be an older Tezuka from Prince of Tennis and he just looked so cute with his glasses, nibbling his thumb in thought. And as I started writing this story, that image came to mind when I thought of Jason.
I'm so happy everything is enjoying the story. Thank you for all your encouraging words and support. I hope I continue to be worthy.
A Part Of Me
Chapter 4
"Good morning, Wufei."
Wufei looked up from his book to see a gentle smile and warm green eyes approaching him. He let the book fall to his lap and smiled in return.
"Good morning. Do you have the money you owe me?"
Jason chuckled and sat down on the bed, glad to see Wufei didn't mind in the slightest.
"How about double or nothing?"
Ebony eyebrows raised in question and Jason's smile broadened.
"If I find you a transplant candidate today, you'll have dinner with me after you recover."
This hadn't been what Wufei expected at all and he was sure his face showed his surprise.
"What?"
Wufei could feel the heat on his cheeks which only got worse when the doctor leaned in, one hand now planted on the other side of his body, his face now closer to Wufei's than would be considered professional.
"What do you say, Wufei? Have we got a bet?"
Wufei's eyes narrowed and he looked away, frowning.
"I say your bet is shady and you seem way too confident which means you already have a candidate. And I question your ethics as a physician for making a pass at your patient."
The doctor chuckled and sat back up straight.
"Ok, you got me. A candidate came in this morning and I'm just waiting for the blood tests to confirm. But as for making a pass at you…."
Jason scooted forward and leaned in until he could feel Wufei's exhaled breath on his face.
"I wouldn't categorize asking you out to dinner as making a pass. Now if I had done this….."
Jason reached out and caressed Wufei's burning cheek, delighting in the heat he felt. Wufei watched in stunned silence and couldn't help but notice golden flecks in the sparkling green eyes.
"I find you very attractive, Wufei, and I would very much like to have dinner with you."
Wufei pulled back a little and gazed at the handsome face before him. There were certainly worse things in life than having dinner with a charming and attractive doctor and Wufei had to be honest with himself: he was attracted to the man. It's been such a long time since I've felt the desire to actually date someone. Get to know them, let them get to know me.
"O…k. I'll have dinner with you."
The warm smile broadened and the doctor stood up, hands on his hips.
"Good. Then it's a date."
The door opened and a nurse stepped in.
"Um, excuse me, doctor. I have the test results."
"Perfect timing. So let's see here."
Jason took the offered folder and he scanned the papers it contained, his brows furrowing slightly. When he was finished, he handed the folder back to the nurse, thanked her, and then closed the door behind her. Wufei hadn't taken his eyes off Jason the entire time, but the man showed no sign, good or bad, what the folder contained. He came back to Wufei's bedside and sat down with a sigh.
"So. Do you like Italian food?"
"Excuse me?"
"I know this fantastic little Italian restaurant. Great food and the perfect atmosphere for a date."
Wufei just sat there, staring at the doctor, and slowly, his lips curved up into a small smile to match the growing smile on the doctor's face.
"Sounds good to me."
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Wufei heard the quiet knock and looked up, wondering who would be bothering to knock before entering his room. But when he saw the person who walked through the door he felt his heart stop and a painful throbbing started up in its place. He opened his mouth to say something but his throat had closed up and he could only stare in shock.
The young man closed the door behind him and just stood at the foot of Wufei's bed for a few moments, his hands shoved in his pockets. Seeing Wufei was having a hard time dealing with his presence, Wufei's visitor spoke up first after clearing his throat.
"H-hey, Wufei."
The uncertainty of the normally confident, deep voice encouraged Wufei to pull himself back together enough to speak, although his voice still sounded a bit strained.
"Hee…ro? What are you….?"
Heero just stood there for a moment and didn't say anything, and then he pulled his hands from his pockets and moved to lean against the wall, his head bowed and arms now crossed over his chest.
"Trowa called me. Told me what happened."
"But. Why. Are. You. Here."
Heero looked up at the sound of the acidic voice and silently questioned Wufei with a face that showed how much Wufei's cold words hurt him.
"I came to help you."
"Help? How could you---"
Suddenly Wufei's eyes went wide and he clutched at his bed covers.
"You? But----"
"I volunteered to be tested."
"Forget it."
Heero pushed off the wall and took a step towards Wufei.
"Don't be a fool."
"I said 'no'!"
"I'm not going to let you die!"
Wufei sat there glaring at Heero, the pain he thought he'd put behind him coming back full force. Does Fate hate me that much?
"Wufei….you can't let my stupidity two years ago stop you from living."
"Get out!"
"Wufei, stop being---"
Before Heero could get his protest out any further, Wufei grabbed a book and hurled it at Heero, the brunette barely dodging the projectile in time.
"Wufei!"
"Out!"
Wufei grabbed another book, and another, driving Heero back towards the door.
"Stop this!"
Wufei just growled and let another book go, this time connecting with Heero's arms that he brought up to protect his face. But as Wufei reached for another book, he grimaced and leaned forward slightly.
"Wufei? What's wrong? Do you need help?"
Wufei ignored the concerned voice and reached for another book, holding it aloft, his face twisted in pain, his voice a harsh whisper as he spoke through the intense pain that wanted to take his very breath away.
"Get….out….Yuy! Get….ou….!"
Realizing he was only causing Wufei more pain, Heero quickly turned on his heel and left the room, heading for the nurses' station for help.
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"So I understand the donor is a friend of yours."
Jason kept his voice as neutral as possible. He had been informed by the nurse on duty last night in the form of a late night phone call that Wufei had gotten himself worked up to the point of causing himself pain. After getting some details on his vitals he didn't think he would need to come in, but the nurse did tell him that Wufei's friend, the donor, was the one who came to get her. This concerned the doctor because the only conclusion he could draw was that the friend was somehow the source of Wufei's agitation. Being emotional about a friend donating his organ is one thing. But to cause himself pain…..that's stress, anger. She also mentioned that several books were on the floor as she entered the room. Did he throw the books at his friend? What kind of relationship do these two have?
"Not really. We….worked together a few years back. That's all."
"Really? To hear your friends talk you are all close friends."
Wufei looked away and growled. Jason didn't miss the tension in Wufei's posture and the glint that came to his eyes at the mention of the donor, Heero Yuy. It seems they have a past together. Something much more than friends, but it must have ended badly. But they still must have a connection because he came forth as a donor. Perhaps he's trying to make up for past mistakes?
"My friends talk too much."
"Wufei, I need you to be straight with me. Obviously this Yuy guy causes you great stress. If you can't get your stress levels under control, the odds of a successful transplant and recovery drop. So tell me…..are you really going to let whatever happened in the past prevent you from discovering your future?"
Ever since meeting Jason, there had been few times when Wufei saw a serious look on the charming face. He didn't like it. The sparkle in his green eyes went away and the warm smile turned into a line of pursed lips. He didn't want to be the cause of that look. He wanted to see him smile. He wanted to go to that Italian restaurant. He wanted to live.
"No, but…." He didn't want Jason knowing his business but he had to say something. "If possible….I'd like to limit my exposure to him. None, if possible."
Jason smiled and felt his body relax. He actually had me worried there. He seems to be the stubborn prideful type and with them you never know how far they're willing to go.
"I think I can arrange that. Now get some rest. You're going to need all your strength for the surgery."
Wufei offered a sheepish grin and just nodded, watching Jason leave, feeling his attraction to the man growing. He didn't push the issue and try to find out more about my past with Heero. I know he's curious. I could see it in his reaction to the situation. Wufei sunk back down into his bed and closed his eyes, thinking ahead to a candlelight dinner at an Italian restaurant.
To be continued….
