Okay, here's part 10, like I promised! Hopefully, this one will be longer but who knows how my brain works. Oh, Thanx to all the people that reviewed this story. I really appreciate it.
Disclaimer-I have one question, who invented these stupid things!!!! Anyways, I don't own anything blah, blah, blah
One Fateful Night
Duo warily eyed the therapist as he entered the room, so sure of himself. He slowly walked over to the bed, where Duo lay, eyeing him. "Hello, you're just the person I'm looking for. The name's John" John said grinning. "And you must be Duo". John was around 6'3 and had shaggy blonde hair. He was so skinny, it was ridicules. Since Duo could respond, he just looked away. John sighed. "Why do I always have to get the stubborn ones?" he thought then replied "don't you dare turn your back to me Duo Maxwell. I'm not here to take pity on you so just haul that lazy butt of yours out of bed".
Duo choose to ignore this remark and tried to concentrate on anything but the process of getting up. "Alright, don't say I warned you though" John replied to Duo's back as he came closer. John leaned over and picked Duo up off the bed. Duo let out a surprised squak as John started walking towards the doorway. John gave him a lopsided grin. "I don't look that strong, do I? But I am and since you've decided not to cooperate, I'm going to have to carry you down to the therapy room like a little child" he explained cheerfully. Duo, finally realizing what was going on, tried pushing John away but it wasn't that easy. John was alot stronger than he was and Duo was so weak. Still, he kept on trying. John, still smiling, stopped half way between the door and the bed. "So, you do have some fight in you. Feel up to walking the rest of the way?" he suggested happily. Duo frantically shook his head. He knew he wasn't ready for anything like that. John pretended to think hard for a few moments.
"Hmmmm, you don't want to be carried but you're not strong enough to walk. How are we going to get down to the therapy room? Any ideas Duo?" John asked, looking completely stumped. Duo forced his brain to think. Suddenly, he was hit with a great idea. He frantically reached for his dry erase board. John caught on to the idea and brought Duo back to the bed. Duo quickly grabbed the board and scribbled his message.
"How about a wheelchair?". John's face lit up with yet another smile.
"Good idea Duo. I'll be right back with your chariot" John replied and left the room. Duo smiled. Then realized what he was doing. He carefully brought a hand up to his face and ran it across his smile. It seemed so foreign to smile. He hadn't smiled since the accident. At that moment, John returned, pushing a worn looking wheelchair infront of him. Duo eyed it doubtfully.
"I know what you're thinking. It doesn't look like much, but it's actually pretty sturdy so hop in" John explained knowingly. Duo glared at him. He was getting pretty good at perfecting his death glare. But Heero's glare still surpassed his by infinity. John whacked himself lightly on the head. "What was I thinking. You're much too weak to walk to it by yourself. I'll move it closer" he said helpfully, moving the chair just an inch closer.
"Come on. You have got to be kidding. I can't walk that far" Duo thought angrily. John noticed that Duo wasn't moving and moved the chair another inch closer. Duo still refused to move. John sighed. He moved the chair just another inch closer. Duo finally got frustrated and scribbled another message. John read it outloud.
"I can't walk. I don't know how" John read slowly. He raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Have you even tried?" John asked coyly. Duo's jaw dropped.
"This guy is crazy!" Duo thought logically but then realized, he hadn't tried to walk. He had just taken the doctors word for it that he wouldn't be able to walk again. But maybe, just maybe. Duo used his arms to push himself from his sitting position to a standing one. He wasn't up for one second when his legs gave out. John was right there to catch him though. He gently carried Duo over to the waiting wheelchair.
Once Duo was settled, John went behind to push it. As he was taking off the brakes, he tried to start up another conversation. "That was a good try Duo. I admit that when I first came in here, I thought you would want to do anything. But I was wrong. You have a fiery spirit and I admire that. I probably had you thinking that I was crazy" John said, starting to push Duo out of the room.
"That's for sure" Duo replied mentally. He pointed to his dry erase board and John put it on Duo's lap.
"Of course. You'll need that to write all the important tips I'm going to give you on how to pick up girls. But you gotta promise not to throw it at me if you get mad" John warned. Duo grinned and quickly wrote a message. John quickly read it and started to laugh. Duo had wrote: I prefer to fling it like a Frisbee so watch out. Suddenly, John stopped pushing the chair and just stood in the middle of the hall. Duo, completely puzzled, quickly scrawled another message. It read: What's wrong?. John just gave Duo one of his famous lopsided grins.
"Nothing's wrong. I just thought of a new way to put your stubbornness to work" he replied happily. The very confused look on Duo's face made him continue. "Let's see how strong your arms are. Try pushing yourself down the hall" John challenged. Duo scowled. John had a way of making sure he would accept the challenge. With a look of pure determination on Duo's thin face, he grabbed the wheels and started rolling himself down the hall. Slowly but surely, he made his way down the many white halls. By the time he got to the therapy room, he was sweaty and tired but he had done it by himself.
John came infront of him and put the brakes on. "Now, time for the torture, er, I mean fun. Let's see you stand up" he challenged yet again. For the third time that day, Duo's face broke out in a grin. Handing John his dry erase board, he gave another valiant effort to stand up. His legs gave out after 2 seconds that time and he had to sit back down. Well, collapse in the chair was more like it. Duo growled and tried again.
Later that night, when Duo got back to his room and into his bed, his legs and arms felt like wet spaghetti noodles and he hurt all over but he felt better that he had all week, spiritual wise that is. Duo was right in the process of eating his supper when Heero entered the room. Duo looked up and grinned at the stoic boy and went back to eating. Heero was taken back. He hadn't seen Duo smile for nearly 3 months now.
"I take it your afternoon went well" Heero commented nonchalantly, sitting down. Duo just nodded and continued eating. He was very hungry from his busy afternoon. He had actually stood by himself for a total of 10 seconds. "Aren't you eating a little fast" Heero said uneasily. Duo shook his head and reached for his dry erase board. He wrote something down and held it up for Heero to read. Heero read it outloud. Duo wrote: I had a very busy afternoon. "Well, what did you do?" Heero asked curiously. Duo's grin widened as he wrote the answer. He held it up for Heero to read. It read: I learned how to pick up girls from wheelchair. The bewildered look on Heero's face made Duo start laughing silently. As Heero tried to speak, Duo started to laugh harder. This was the first time he had ever seen Heero speechless. As Heero tried to speak again, Duo let out a real laugh, one that could be heard all over the ward.
3 days later, Duo was nearly bouncing out of his wheelchair. John was standing behind him, holding his bags. Heero had gone to get his car. "You work hard at rehab Duo and I might come to visit you" John said happily. Duo's world came crashing down on him as he heard those words. Rehab, Duo thought he was going home, instead, it was to more pain and torture, without John to egg him on. "How could my life get any worse than this" Duo thought miserably as John pushed the wheelchair outside. Little did he know that he was about to find out.
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Sorry for leaving it off like that but I'm getting kicked off the computer. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out. It'll all depend on how many reviews I get. I'm trying to make the chapters longer, so, that's some good news. Please review
Oh, I almost forgot. Does anyone know where I can find a good muse? Mine seems to be scared of me.
Maoz-she's a maniac!!
I have no clue what he's talking about, so don't listen to him
Wishful Thinker
Disclaimer-I have one question, who invented these stupid things!!!! Anyways, I don't own anything blah, blah, blah
One Fateful Night
Duo warily eyed the therapist as he entered the room, so sure of himself. He slowly walked over to the bed, where Duo lay, eyeing him. "Hello, you're just the person I'm looking for. The name's John" John said grinning. "And you must be Duo". John was around 6'3 and had shaggy blonde hair. He was so skinny, it was ridicules. Since Duo could respond, he just looked away. John sighed. "Why do I always have to get the stubborn ones?" he thought then replied "don't you dare turn your back to me Duo Maxwell. I'm not here to take pity on you so just haul that lazy butt of yours out of bed".
Duo choose to ignore this remark and tried to concentrate on anything but the process of getting up. "Alright, don't say I warned you though" John replied to Duo's back as he came closer. John leaned over and picked Duo up off the bed. Duo let out a surprised squak as John started walking towards the doorway. John gave him a lopsided grin. "I don't look that strong, do I? But I am and since you've decided not to cooperate, I'm going to have to carry you down to the therapy room like a little child" he explained cheerfully. Duo, finally realizing what was going on, tried pushing John away but it wasn't that easy. John was alot stronger than he was and Duo was so weak. Still, he kept on trying. John, still smiling, stopped half way between the door and the bed. "So, you do have some fight in you. Feel up to walking the rest of the way?" he suggested happily. Duo frantically shook his head. He knew he wasn't ready for anything like that. John pretended to think hard for a few moments.
"Hmmmm, you don't want to be carried but you're not strong enough to walk. How are we going to get down to the therapy room? Any ideas Duo?" John asked, looking completely stumped. Duo forced his brain to think. Suddenly, he was hit with a great idea. He frantically reached for his dry erase board. John caught on to the idea and brought Duo back to the bed. Duo quickly grabbed the board and scribbled his message.
"How about a wheelchair?". John's face lit up with yet another smile.
"Good idea Duo. I'll be right back with your chariot" John replied and left the room. Duo smiled. Then realized what he was doing. He carefully brought a hand up to his face and ran it across his smile. It seemed so foreign to smile. He hadn't smiled since the accident. At that moment, John returned, pushing a worn looking wheelchair infront of him. Duo eyed it doubtfully.
"I know what you're thinking. It doesn't look like much, but it's actually pretty sturdy so hop in" John explained knowingly. Duo glared at him. He was getting pretty good at perfecting his death glare. But Heero's glare still surpassed his by infinity. John whacked himself lightly on the head. "What was I thinking. You're much too weak to walk to it by yourself. I'll move it closer" he said helpfully, moving the chair just an inch closer.
"Come on. You have got to be kidding. I can't walk that far" Duo thought angrily. John noticed that Duo wasn't moving and moved the chair another inch closer. Duo still refused to move. John sighed. He moved the chair just another inch closer. Duo finally got frustrated and scribbled another message. John read it outloud.
"I can't walk. I don't know how" John read slowly. He raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Have you even tried?" John asked coyly. Duo's jaw dropped.
"This guy is crazy!" Duo thought logically but then realized, he hadn't tried to walk. He had just taken the doctors word for it that he wouldn't be able to walk again. But maybe, just maybe. Duo used his arms to push himself from his sitting position to a standing one. He wasn't up for one second when his legs gave out. John was right there to catch him though. He gently carried Duo over to the waiting wheelchair.
Once Duo was settled, John went behind to push it. As he was taking off the brakes, he tried to start up another conversation. "That was a good try Duo. I admit that when I first came in here, I thought you would want to do anything. But I was wrong. You have a fiery spirit and I admire that. I probably had you thinking that I was crazy" John said, starting to push Duo out of the room.
"That's for sure" Duo replied mentally. He pointed to his dry erase board and John put it on Duo's lap.
"Of course. You'll need that to write all the important tips I'm going to give you on how to pick up girls. But you gotta promise not to throw it at me if you get mad" John warned. Duo grinned and quickly wrote a message. John quickly read it and started to laugh. Duo had wrote: I prefer to fling it like a Frisbee so watch out. Suddenly, John stopped pushing the chair and just stood in the middle of the hall. Duo, completely puzzled, quickly scrawled another message. It read: What's wrong?. John just gave Duo one of his famous lopsided grins.
"Nothing's wrong. I just thought of a new way to put your stubbornness to work" he replied happily. The very confused look on Duo's face made him continue. "Let's see how strong your arms are. Try pushing yourself down the hall" John challenged. Duo scowled. John had a way of making sure he would accept the challenge. With a look of pure determination on Duo's thin face, he grabbed the wheels and started rolling himself down the hall. Slowly but surely, he made his way down the many white halls. By the time he got to the therapy room, he was sweaty and tired but he had done it by himself.
John came infront of him and put the brakes on. "Now, time for the torture, er, I mean fun. Let's see you stand up" he challenged yet again. For the third time that day, Duo's face broke out in a grin. Handing John his dry erase board, he gave another valiant effort to stand up. His legs gave out after 2 seconds that time and he had to sit back down. Well, collapse in the chair was more like it. Duo growled and tried again.
Later that night, when Duo got back to his room and into his bed, his legs and arms felt like wet spaghetti noodles and he hurt all over but he felt better that he had all week, spiritual wise that is. Duo was right in the process of eating his supper when Heero entered the room. Duo looked up and grinned at the stoic boy and went back to eating. Heero was taken back. He hadn't seen Duo smile for nearly 3 months now.
"I take it your afternoon went well" Heero commented nonchalantly, sitting down. Duo just nodded and continued eating. He was very hungry from his busy afternoon. He had actually stood by himself for a total of 10 seconds. "Aren't you eating a little fast" Heero said uneasily. Duo shook his head and reached for his dry erase board. He wrote something down and held it up for Heero to read. Heero read it outloud. Duo wrote: I had a very busy afternoon. "Well, what did you do?" Heero asked curiously. Duo's grin widened as he wrote the answer. He held it up for Heero to read. It read: I learned how to pick up girls from wheelchair. The bewildered look on Heero's face made Duo start laughing silently. As Heero tried to speak, Duo started to laugh harder. This was the first time he had ever seen Heero speechless. As Heero tried to speak again, Duo let out a real laugh, one that could be heard all over the ward.
3 days later, Duo was nearly bouncing out of his wheelchair. John was standing behind him, holding his bags. Heero had gone to get his car. "You work hard at rehab Duo and I might come to visit you" John said happily. Duo's world came crashing down on him as he heard those words. Rehab, Duo thought he was going home, instead, it was to more pain and torture, without John to egg him on. "How could my life get any worse than this" Duo thought miserably as John pushed the wheelchair outside. Little did he know that he was about to find out.
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Sorry for leaving it off like that but I'm getting kicked off the computer. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out. It'll all depend on how many reviews I get. I'm trying to make the chapters longer, so, that's some good news. Please review
Oh, I almost forgot. Does anyone know where I can find a good muse? Mine seems to be scared of me.
Maoz-she's a maniac!!
I have no clue what he's talking about, so don't listen to him
Wishful Thinker