AN: Hey people! Good to see you again! And we finally see one of the old
reviewers returning to read! Welcome back Misori-chan! We were getting
worried. :] This chapter is dedicated to: Zero aka Cloud, Kuria, Dream
Keeper and Misori-chan! A special welcome and dedication is extended to our
new reviewers who joined the family: Eevetta, lieutenant and Nikoyru Kaoru!
Yehhhhhhhh! (I always wanted to welcome the new reviewers but I didn't have
time. :p) Now that load's off my shoulder:
On with the fic!
Chapter 10
Duo rubbed the area on his butt where he imagined the needle had poked him, visualizing the pain over and over again in his head.
"Never again," he muttered to himself as the rest of the pilots walked alongside of him, grinning away like idiots.
"Traitors!" he said, fixing his glare on Wufei and Heero, who had held him down during the jab. Both of them just gave him a smirk. Quatre just shook his head in amusement while Trowa's grin got bigger.
"Just consider it punishment for what you did to that girl," Quatre said calmly, before quickly darting into the kitchen.
"Yeah. Just take it like a man. Hurts less than a bullet if you ask me," Wufei added, face returning to its stone mask.
"True, but you SEE it coming and it's INSERTED into your body. It's not natural! Medicine should be EATEN, not place in your body to mangle with your blood," Duo retorted, entering the kitchen last. "At least with a bullet, you get shot at suddenly or get a choice to CHOOSE whether you want to get shot or not."
"You obviously haven't met Zech with a gun yet," Trowa spoke, taking his seat between Wufei and Heero.
"Why?"
"You'll be dancing to a different tune," Heero answered for Trowa.
Duo groaned.
"You guys are really scary sometimes. I can almost understand why some people fear you in OZ," Duo muttered as he tentatively sat down in his chair, fearing his butt would be on fire if he sat down his normal seat- pluming way.
The rest of the pilots gave each other THE LOOK.
"Hn."
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Once the boys were gone, Sally started giving Jess a more thorough check up to ensure her patient wasn't suffering from any casualty.
"So, how are you feeling?" she asked, while checking Jess's pulse rate.
'Amazing! Normal, just like ours. Hard to believe she's not one of us,' Sally thought, stealing a glance at the girl's face, which was still pale in color.
"Weak," came the girl's answer.
"Well, are you allergic to any kind of medicine?" she asked, allowing her doctor side to take over and check that she didn't make any mistake. Rule number 1 on any doctor's list: be extra careful with prescription of medicine to patients.
"Yeah... I can't really remember the name... I think it's something like 'areophomyic'."
Sally looked at the girl's face again. She could tell the girl was still a little... disorientated.
"I could do a blood sample and see what type of medicine you are allergic to," she added quietly, taking pity on the girl. "That is if you don't mind."
The girl shrugged and held out her arm. Sally tied the elastic band near the elbow area and took a small blood sample, which she labeled Jess's name and underneath: Do today.
"You better go back to your room for a bit of rest. I'll call you when I have finish analyzing your blood sample," she instructed, while untying the elastic band around Jess's arm.
The girl nodded obediently and walked out the door. Sally sighed; feeling a little bit worried for the girl in her current situation. Then she settled down at her desk to start analyzing the blood sample.
A few minutes later, a knock sounded at her door.
"Come in," Sally called without taking her eyes off the computer. The door opened and Sally's eyes widened as she looked up. The girl, looking rather guilty, was standing there.
"Left something behind?" Sally asked, concerned.
The girl shook her head.
"Something wrong suddenly?" she asked again as she got out of her seat, now worried that perhaps she had missed something.
The girl shook her head again.
"Then what is it?" she asked, gently taking the girl by the shoulders, searching for any clues that the girl was unwell.
"Where's my room?"
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Wufei scowled as he made his way down the passage. The reason for his bad mood was attributed to the girl walking beside him slowly.
"Why do I have to be the one who's escorting her?!?" he grumbled under his breath while shooting the girl murderous glares every time she slowed down. Unfortunately, all his efforts were going to waste, as the girl was too tired to concentrate on anything other than the floor and her feet.
Feeling vastly irritated beyond his tolerance level, he said aloud: "Nu Ren! Zhen Ma Fan!" (Women! Really a bother!) [1]
He stumbled and almost fell when he heard her resort: " Ke! Nan Ren You Se Mer Hao Chu?!" (Ke! Men got what good points?!)
Splattering and choking, he watched the girl move slowly ahead of him. Then, she stopped in front of her door. On opening the door leading to her room, she turned, faced him and said: "Arigatou gozaimasu," before turning and walking into her room, slamming the door behind her.
Wufei was left, standing in the middle of the passage, mouth hanging open and eyes as wide as saucers, as the echo of the door slamming vibrated in the passage around his small frame.
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Today is Trowa's turn to cook for the pilots. Frowning, he looked at the open shelves in the kitchen.
"Hmmmm... Tabasco, spaghetti strands, pizza sauce, mince meat, chill, mushrooms, tarco chips, etc," he muttered to himself.
Trowa's eyes gleamed. He LOVES Mexican food, especially when it is chill HOT!
"So! Who's cooking?" Duo asked chirpily as he skipped into the lounge room. Heero and Quatre were watching the news on TV from the couch while Wufei practiced with his sword.
"You wouldn't be so happy if you knew who it was," Wufei answered grouchily, throwing in a stroke as if he was stabbing someone.
"Hey! Where's Trowa?" Duo asked, suddenly realizing he was the only person in the group missing.
Then, the truth finally dawned on him as Wufei asked: "You can't eat hot, can you?"
"Quick! Heero! Where's your favorite hiding place?!" Duo asked in desperation, clutching at Heero's shirt after accomplishing the amazing feat of jumping over the couch to get in front of him.
Heero shook his head.
"Too late. He found me out the last time he was cooking," Heero said grimly.
"Wu-man! Buddy!" Duo turned abruptly, changing tactics.
"For the last time, it's WUFEI! And no, he got me covered this time by threatening to break all my swords in half," Wufei replied worriedly, unconsciously stroking his sword. Everyone could see his swords mean more to him than losing his taste buds when it comes to Trowa's hot-as-fire dinners.
Duo took a glance at Quarte.. and promptly dismissed him from his mind. Quatre always showed up for everyone's dinner, no matter if his taste buds were in danger or not.
'A hiding place? Nah. Quatre wouldn't have any,' Duo thought as his eyes looked around the room in wild desperation. 'Wonder if he has any taste buds to start with?' he mused as his eyes landed again on Quatre's relaxed posture and complacent face as he watched the news with a now uptight Heero sitted next to him. It seemed that everyone but him feared Trowa's hot-as- hell dinners.
Duo looked at the clock and gave a small "yep!" Half an hour and counting down to doom.
"You'll think he'll buy my story I have a stomach ache?" he addressed the room in general. The pilots just shook their heads and continued on with what they were doing.
[1] Words are in Chinese.
Author's Proclamation: Hope you all enjoy the chapter. Me have to run now and write the story 'Cursed'. Check it out if you're free! :]
On with the fic!
Chapter 10
Duo rubbed the area on his butt where he imagined the needle had poked him, visualizing the pain over and over again in his head.
"Never again," he muttered to himself as the rest of the pilots walked alongside of him, grinning away like idiots.
"Traitors!" he said, fixing his glare on Wufei and Heero, who had held him down during the jab. Both of them just gave him a smirk. Quatre just shook his head in amusement while Trowa's grin got bigger.
"Just consider it punishment for what you did to that girl," Quatre said calmly, before quickly darting into the kitchen.
"Yeah. Just take it like a man. Hurts less than a bullet if you ask me," Wufei added, face returning to its stone mask.
"True, but you SEE it coming and it's INSERTED into your body. It's not natural! Medicine should be EATEN, not place in your body to mangle with your blood," Duo retorted, entering the kitchen last. "At least with a bullet, you get shot at suddenly or get a choice to CHOOSE whether you want to get shot or not."
"You obviously haven't met Zech with a gun yet," Trowa spoke, taking his seat between Wufei and Heero.
"Why?"
"You'll be dancing to a different tune," Heero answered for Trowa.
Duo groaned.
"You guys are really scary sometimes. I can almost understand why some people fear you in OZ," Duo muttered as he tentatively sat down in his chair, fearing his butt would be on fire if he sat down his normal seat- pluming way.
The rest of the pilots gave each other THE LOOK.
"Hn."
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Once the boys were gone, Sally started giving Jess a more thorough check up to ensure her patient wasn't suffering from any casualty.
"So, how are you feeling?" she asked, while checking Jess's pulse rate.
'Amazing! Normal, just like ours. Hard to believe she's not one of us,' Sally thought, stealing a glance at the girl's face, which was still pale in color.
"Weak," came the girl's answer.
"Well, are you allergic to any kind of medicine?" she asked, allowing her doctor side to take over and check that she didn't make any mistake. Rule number 1 on any doctor's list: be extra careful with prescription of medicine to patients.
"Yeah... I can't really remember the name... I think it's something like 'areophomyic'."
Sally looked at the girl's face again. She could tell the girl was still a little... disorientated.
"I could do a blood sample and see what type of medicine you are allergic to," she added quietly, taking pity on the girl. "That is if you don't mind."
The girl shrugged and held out her arm. Sally tied the elastic band near the elbow area and took a small blood sample, which she labeled Jess's name and underneath: Do today.
"You better go back to your room for a bit of rest. I'll call you when I have finish analyzing your blood sample," she instructed, while untying the elastic band around Jess's arm.
The girl nodded obediently and walked out the door. Sally sighed; feeling a little bit worried for the girl in her current situation. Then she settled down at her desk to start analyzing the blood sample.
A few minutes later, a knock sounded at her door.
"Come in," Sally called without taking her eyes off the computer. The door opened and Sally's eyes widened as she looked up. The girl, looking rather guilty, was standing there.
"Left something behind?" Sally asked, concerned.
The girl shook her head.
"Something wrong suddenly?" she asked again as she got out of her seat, now worried that perhaps she had missed something.
The girl shook her head again.
"Then what is it?" she asked, gently taking the girl by the shoulders, searching for any clues that the girl was unwell.
"Where's my room?"
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Wufei scowled as he made his way down the passage. The reason for his bad mood was attributed to the girl walking beside him slowly.
"Why do I have to be the one who's escorting her?!?" he grumbled under his breath while shooting the girl murderous glares every time she slowed down. Unfortunately, all his efforts were going to waste, as the girl was too tired to concentrate on anything other than the floor and her feet.
Feeling vastly irritated beyond his tolerance level, he said aloud: "Nu Ren! Zhen Ma Fan!" (Women! Really a bother!) [1]
He stumbled and almost fell when he heard her resort: " Ke! Nan Ren You Se Mer Hao Chu?!" (Ke! Men got what good points?!)
Splattering and choking, he watched the girl move slowly ahead of him. Then, she stopped in front of her door. On opening the door leading to her room, she turned, faced him and said: "Arigatou gozaimasu," before turning and walking into her room, slamming the door behind her.
Wufei was left, standing in the middle of the passage, mouth hanging open and eyes as wide as saucers, as the echo of the door slamming vibrated in the passage around his small frame.
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Today is Trowa's turn to cook for the pilots. Frowning, he looked at the open shelves in the kitchen.
"Hmmmm... Tabasco, spaghetti strands, pizza sauce, mince meat, chill, mushrooms, tarco chips, etc," he muttered to himself.
Trowa's eyes gleamed. He LOVES Mexican food, especially when it is chill HOT!
"So! Who's cooking?" Duo asked chirpily as he skipped into the lounge room. Heero and Quatre were watching the news on TV from the couch while Wufei practiced with his sword.
"You wouldn't be so happy if you knew who it was," Wufei answered grouchily, throwing in a stroke as if he was stabbing someone.
"Hey! Where's Trowa?" Duo asked, suddenly realizing he was the only person in the group missing.
Then, the truth finally dawned on him as Wufei asked: "You can't eat hot, can you?"
"Quick! Heero! Where's your favorite hiding place?!" Duo asked in desperation, clutching at Heero's shirt after accomplishing the amazing feat of jumping over the couch to get in front of him.
Heero shook his head.
"Too late. He found me out the last time he was cooking," Heero said grimly.
"Wu-man! Buddy!" Duo turned abruptly, changing tactics.
"For the last time, it's WUFEI! And no, he got me covered this time by threatening to break all my swords in half," Wufei replied worriedly, unconsciously stroking his sword. Everyone could see his swords mean more to him than losing his taste buds when it comes to Trowa's hot-as-fire dinners.
Duo took a glance at Quarte.. and promptly dismissed him from his mind. Quatre always showed up for everyone's dinner, no matter if his taste buds were in danger or not.
'A hiding place? Nah. Quatre wouldn't have any,' Duo thought as his eyes looked around the room in wild desperation. 'Wonder if he has any taste buds to start with?' he mused as his eyes landed again on Quatre's relaxed posture and complacent face as he watched the news with a now uptight Heero sitted next to him. It seemed that everyone but him feared Trowa's hot-as- hell dinners.
Duo looked at the clock and gave a small "yep!" Half an hour and counting down to doom.
"You'll think he'll buy my story I have a stomach ache?" he addressed the room in general. The pilots just shook their heads and continued on with what they were doing.
[1] Words are in Chinese.
Author's Proclamation: Hope you all enjoy the chapter. Me have to run now and write the story 'Cursed'. Check it out if you're free! :]