From Behind The Glass

Part Four

The night went by swiftly as the morning sun appeared through the clouds. It was another glorious day. The streets of the city were unusually clear as the people who walked by exchanged pleasantries. It was very quiet and calm for a city usually filled with the sounds of people hurrying off to work and the sounds of cars honking endlessly. The buildings stood tall against the clear, bright sky, momentarily deflecting the ads that filled its structure. This town was, of course, only as perfect as the façade it was putting up momentarily. Soon, the streets would be filled with people of different shapes and sizes, hurrying off to different places without regard to the pleasant scene that was once a part of it.

Through the window in one of the smaller buildings at the end of the street, the figure named Quatre could be seen putting on his shirt. It seems like he just had a check up with the doctor. Unlike the night before, he looked perfectly fine. Although he was a little pale, a big smile dominated his face. His eyes were bright as he walked happily through the hallways. No trace of sickness could be seen in any part of him. It was as if nothing had happened the day before. Perhaps, a good night's rest had been the best alternative after all.

In the other room, through the window, the other figure named Trowa could be seen talking seriously to a man clothed in white garments.

"Doctor, is there anything wrong with him?"

"What? Oh, excuse me?" the doctor said as he was scribbling words into Quatre's medical report.

"I said is there anything wrong with him?" Trowa said with a bit of irritation evident in his voice.

"Oh, that. Okay." The doctor answered as he wrote another few sentences into a clipboard he was holding.

"There's nothing to worry about. He's perfectly fine. Doesn't he look okay to you?"

"No."

"Goodness, you must be worse than his mother. He was just breathless and had a little chest pain. That's very normal for people who have pneumonia. Like I said, there's nothing to worry about."

"Has he gotten a fever yet?" the doctor continued as he regarded Trowa.

"No."

"Well, then you should expect that next. Here…" he said as he scribbled words on a notepad, handing it to Trowa "… give him these antibiotics thrice a day after every meal. His body should be able to fight off the disease easily. He's what?… like 18? The only ones who get complications from this disease are the elderly."

With that the doctor smiled at Trowa and pat his head just like a child.

"I'll see you again on his next visit. Have a nice day!" he said cheerily as he left the room.

Trowa almost punched the retreating figure but he immediately controlled his reflexes as Quatre entered the room. There was no reason to make Quatre worry over something that simple.

When he finally got his nerves in control, Trowa realized that Quatre was waiting for him so he immediately looked behind and was greeted by a smiling face. He gave one back in return.

"Thank you, Trowa."

"Huh, for what?"

"You know. So, shall we go? I'm getting hungry."

"Hey, that's my line!"

The three figures Duo, Heero, and Wufei entered the room. Their sudden appearance startled Trowa who tripped over his own foot.

"Ouch!" Quatre was immediately there to help him up.

"Hey, sorry. I didn't know you could be so clumsy." Duo said, teasing.

"I think that you've reached your teasing limit for the day Duo. Quatre's hungry. Let's go."

After a filling meal in a small café, the three brought Trowa and Quatre home. Their last visit was short but it was just as memorable as the rest. It would be another few weeks before they would return. Suddenly, the house was quiet again. All that was left were the voices of the two people that inhabited the place.

"You're not going back to work tomorrow."

"But the doctor said I was fine. Look, I'll take these pills but I really need to get back. You guys were only able to clear up my schedule for four days, remember?"

"I'm never going to win, am I?"

"You got that right!"

"I might as well keep you for the rest of the day." Trowa then picked up the unsuspecting Quatre and brought him out to their garden.

It was very quiet outside save for the birds that bathed in a small fountain in the garden. The fountain was that of two angels that held antiquated jars overflowing with water. One of the angels was pouring the water from its jar to another jar that the other held. It had been a house warming present from their three friends. When asked about the reason why they chose that particular design, all Wufei said was "Hey, it was simple. When we saw it, we thought about the two of you." The gift was, indeed, a lovely addition to the garden that was filled with flowers of different types.

This place was Trowa and Quatre's favorite place. It was here that they would spend most of their time together talking, laughing, teasing, running around, or just laying on the grass. They enjoyed each other's presence so much that they would forget about where they were and what time it was. This day was no exception. By the time they ran out of breath from laughing too hard, it was already dark.

"Umm, Trowa, I still need to go to work tomorrow. We better get back inside. I had no idea we were out here all day."

"Augh! There we go again. Work!" Trowa sighed. "At least I got to have you for at least a few hours."

"I'm sorry… Hmm, I could probably have lunch with you tomorrow. I don't think I'm going to have lunch with any business associates tomorrow. Will that be ok?"

Trowa visibly smiled. "Okay, I'll meet you down at the lobby… I really have this feeling that your secretary hates me. She probably has a thing for you. Who knows, she just might decide to take you from me one of these days."

"Trowa, you have the wildest imagination. Okay, I'll be there at eleven o'clock sharp. Now, let's get back in. It's getting cold."

Upon entering, Quatre decided to take a quick shower while Trowa prepared their dinner. Trowa was so involved with the preparations that he had prepared their dinner in record time. He just felt so relieved that Quatre was feeling better. He also felt the satisfying after effects of spending time with his love. Trowa began another one of his daydreams but quickly remembered that the dinner that he prepared was getting cold.

"I don't think it'd take that long to take a 'quick' shower. I better check on him."

Trowa walked up the flight of stairs and as he entered the room, he saw an all too familiar sight.

"Not again."

Quatre was bathed and inside the warm blankets, shivering. He didn't look as fine as the doctor said he would be. Trowa checked his forehead and realized that he had a fever.

"At least that quack was right about something." Trowa muttered. He handed Quatre some pills and a glass of water, changed into pajamas, and joined him in bed, forgetting the now cold dinner down stairs.

He scooped the now sleeping Quatre up and tucked them both in.

"This is definitely not 'perfectly fine'. We'll have to find a different doctor tomorrow." Trowa thought. "…and a certain someone is definitely not going to work tomorrow." he added in a whisper.