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Author note: Here is chapter 10 of Amnesia. I think I did somewhat better this time with Trowa's point of view compared to Heero's. Please note that this chapter kind of backtracks some. It starts off right when Duo is leaving Quatre's room in the middle of chapter 8 I believe. I'm sure you guys will get it. And again I apologize for the shortness but this one was longer than the last I thought. (shrug)

Chapter 10 – Trowa's POV

I looked to Quatre suspiciously, as Duo made his exit from the room. He just smiled innocently at me, naturally making me suspect something even more. Taking a seat in front of him on the side of his bed, I spoke in a curious tone.

"What exactly did he say to you?" Quatre just chuckled at me.

"He told me to make sure that you didn't seduce me in this big empty house." I felt my lips purse into a half smile.

"Only Duo…" Quatre smiled to me warmly and I couldn't help but smile back despite the heavy question I was about to ask. "How are you guys anyway?" Quatre looked pensive for a moment and I couldn't blame him. I knew that it had only been a few days since Duo and Quatre had even revealed their feelings and that in those days, Quatre had only grown sicker but still, I wanted Quatre's view of how things were going. I waited patiently as Quatre gathered his thoughts.

"I think that things are going well…I just wish that I could be there for Duo as much as he is there for me right now." Quatre paused to sigh contemplatively, "Duo has done so much for me probably without even knowing it over the past months. And even now he loves me and tells me everything will be okay but I'm just too scared Trowa."

"Scared of what?" I instinctively reached for Quatre's hand and held it in my own as he frowned.

"It sounds so odd considering I'm a Gundam pilot but I'm scared of dying here." I clutched Quatre's hand tighter and caught his eyes in a gaze.

"Even though we are Gundam pilots and we know that could die at any time, it doesn't make it less scary for any of us, even Heero." I paused and smiled to myself somewhat. "It's especially hard now that we have each other; we're not just pointless soldiers anymore. We could almost qualify as a family." Quatre smiled at this but his eyes still showed sadness as he lowered his head.

"I know…I just can't help feeling that dying in a battle would be so much more dignified than dying here in this bed and leaving the rest of the war to you guys." I looked to Quatre and lifted his chin to meet my eyes again.

"Quatre, unless you have a death wish, you won't be dying in either sense. Duo will fight hard for you and we will always be there to back both of you up. I mean, you can't leave us Quatre, you really hold us together." Quatre smiled and tears formed in his eyes though I couldn't tell if they were due to happiness or sadness.

"Thanks Trowa. You've always been a good friend to me." I gave Quatre's hand another squeeze before releasing it and changing the subject to a lighter topic.

"So, did you want to do anything?" I still felt a little awkward asking the question considering there wasn't much to do with Quatre sick but he just kept the smile on his face.

"Actually, I'm feeling pretty tired for some reason. I think that I'm just going to sleep for a while if that's okay." I nodded to him and began to stand from his bed.

"Of course Quatre, you need plenty of rest. I'm going to grab a bite to eat but I'll check on you soon, okay?" He nodded to me and slowly I made my way toward the door. Stopping at the light switch, I glanced back at Quatre finding him curling up inside his covers and I couldn't help but smile some. I flipped the switch and turned to leave once again, leaving the door open somewhat just in case.

As I gradually made my way to the kitchen, my mind wandered to my three friends and wondered if they had made it through easily or if they were fighting for their lives. I wouldn't let my mind ramble down that path for long though; I knew better than to doubt those three. Even though I was still slightly angry that I couldn't go myself, I knew that Heero, Wufei and Duo would stop at nothing to complete their mission. My feet fell upon the cold tile of the kitchen and I couldn't help but flinch some. The cold shiver that shot up my body caused my leg to tense and agitate my shot wound. I probably still shouldn't even be walking with such a wound but how else would I get a sandwich?

I pulled the bread from its place, moving to grab some smoked turkey and Swiss cheese from the fridge as well as a soda. Maybe some caffeine would do me some good and keep me alert until the others returned. I elegantly assembled my sandwich before popping the cap of my drink and taking a gulp. My mind meandered again, this time falling on Quatre and Duo as I bit into my sandwich. In that moment, I decided that I was genuinely happy for them. Quatre, who was like my little brother, seemed very happy with Duo and hearing Duo say that he loved Quatre only reassured to me his true feelings. Because you better believe that if something were to go wrong between them, all of us would be on Duo's ass like there was no tomorrow.

Hungrier than I expected, I soon found that I had already consumed all of my turkey and cheese when I went in for another bite. Chuckling a little to myself, I took the last swallow of my soda and disposed of it.

"I guess I had better check in with Quatre then." My voice seemed to echo through the house as well as my footsteps as I made my way back to Quatre's room.

About halfway down the hallway, I heard a harsh cough from inside Quatre's room and quickened my pace. I finally reached the doorway and peered inside only to find that Quatre was out of bed. In fact, he was standing not fifteen feet away from me in front of the dresser in the room, lightly tapping on the top of the furniture. I furrowed my brow at this, stretching my arm over to turn on the lights. Once my eyes had adjusted, I noticed as Quatre glanced in my direction before quickly turning back to the dresser. I was about to ask the blonde why he was out of bed but he spoke first.

"Why are you following me?" Taken aback by the question, I took a moment to register exactly what had just been asked of me and looked to Quatre confused.

"Quatre…what…" I watched him sigh heavily, continuing to tap on the dresser intently.

"I'm not sick; I can make the last adjustments to Sandrock by myself." I blinked as Quatre paused to cough coarsely. He looked to me again frustration evident, though ignoring his expression my green eyes fell upon his teal finding them to lack in their usual color and shine. He sighed obviously annoyed with my staring.

"It's just a cough Rashid that's all." I was struck with the sudden epiphany and kicked myself for not thinking of it before.

"He's having another memory relapse…" Still staring at Quatre, I slowly began to make my way towards the blonde hoping that my movement wouldn't startle him. I watched as he turned back to the dresser.

"You guys shouldn't worry, I'm fine." Quatre continued to 'type' for another moment before stepping back, away from the dresser and turning to me again.

"Abdul, really, I wasn't out in the cold for that long." He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Stop fussing about it, I do not have pneumonia!" Quatre could barely get the word out before erupting into a coughing fit. I couldn't stop myself from jumping surprise. At this point, I was still only about halfway to Quatre; it was a lot harder to move stealthily with a limp. My eyes grew wide as Quatre's hoarse coughing worsened. His body was visibly shaking now and I could hear his breaths growing faster and shallower. Before I could even blink again, suddenly Quatre's knees buckled and he began to fall forward. Cursing under my breath, I ran toward him just barely able to catch him before he hit his head on the edge of the dresser. Grimacing in pain, my own legs started to buckle at the extra weight in my arms. As carefully as I could, I lowered Quatre and myself to the ground, holding Quatre in my arms and staring at him wildly.

I raised my hand to check his temperature finding his forehead almost too hot to touch. I then checked his heart rate and was surprised at how fast it was. Quatre broke out into a coughing fit again and I noticed the look of pain on his face as well as the color returning to his eyes.

"Quatre?" I thought that it was supposed to take longer before he would actually contract the injury or disease but Quatre blinked a few times and he seemed back to normal though his cough remained. At hearing his wheezing breaths, I realized the urgency of the situation. Summoning all the strength I could muster, I lifted Quatre's thin form into my arms and carried him to his bed though not without a cry of pain from the both of us; his from coughing and mine from the pain in my leg. I gently placed Quatre back into his bed, throwing his covers over top of him and looked to him breathing heavily.

"Quatre, stay here okay? I'll be right back, just try not to fall asleep."

"Tro..wa…Tro…'s hard to..b…breathe..." Quatre clutched at my shirt as he gasped desperately for air.

"I know Quatre, just stay here! I'm getting help!" With that said I immediately ran from the room ignoring my own pain and headed straight for the nearest video phone. Almost ramming myself into it, I didn't bother with sitting down, punched in the number to Sally Po's home, and clutched the desk praying that she was there. After two dreadfully long rings, the doctor picked up and instantly furrowed her brow at me. I'm sure I looked horribly sweaty and panicked but I had bigger problems.

"Trowa? Is that you? What's going on?" I waved my hand at her as if I were throwing her words to the side.

"It's me, look, you need to get here now."

"Trowa, what's happened? Is someone wounded?"

"No, it's Quatre he's really sick. Look, I don't have time to explain just…please, when can you get here?" I blinked a few times as my vision grew blurry and clutched the desk harder at feeling my legs wobbling beneath me.

"Well, you're lucky I'm here on Earth for business but you really should tell me what's wrong Trowa."

"I…Quatre, has or is going to get pneumonia…I can't explain…Sally, you must hurry!" Suddenly, I realized that I had been breathing heavier than normal and I lowered my head trying to calm myself. I clenched my eyes shut for a moment but upon opening them, I realized exactly why I wasn't feeling like myself; my injured leg was soaked in blood and still gushing even more.

"Shit…" I cursed loudly and I saw Sally jump out of the corner of my eye.

"Trowa, are you all right? What do you mean Quatre's going to get pneumonia? Trowa!" Gulping and feeling my last resolve failing, I turned to Sally once more trying to speak through grunts of pain.

"Sally…please…hurry…" I didn't hear her frantic cries as I slipped to the floor heavily, blacking out almost immediately.

End

So that's what happened to bring Sally over to the mansion but I wonder what happens next!

I do feel badly about not having any more memory relapses before Quatre's illness became much more serious. I had some possibilities in my head for previous chapters but when I planned everything out, nothing seemed to fit correctly so I guess they got edited out. There still might be one more up my sleeve though.

Thanks to all the readers and I hope that you review. I must warn you, updates won't be as frequent as I wish they could be now because I am back in school with a killer schedule but I am going to try my best to work on and finish up all of my stories. Thank you for your patience. :D