From
Behind The Glass
Part Five
Quatre blinked as he woke up to the morning
sun that was striking his face. After rubbing his eyes and doing a bit of
stretching, he looked over to the side to find a peacefully sleeping Trowa who
had an arm loosely put around him. Not wanting to wake him up, Quatre gently
released himself from Trowa's arm, quickly turned off his alarm, and headed
straight for the bathroom.
It was his first day back from a four day
vacation and he knew that a lot of work would be waiting for him on his desk.
He honestly didn't want to go back but he knew that it was his obligation to.
While taking a shower, he mentally prepared himself for what he knew was going
to be a busy day. He just hoped that it wouldn't be as bad as the last time he
took a vacation.
He scrubbed himself clean and dried off
minutes later. As he concluded his shower, he decided that he wold use all the
optimism he had in him to get through the day. It was, after all, the only way
to prepare himself for what was to come.
"It's going to be okay." he told himself.
"It won't be *that* bad. Anyway, Trowa's coming over at lunch. He'll surely
cheer you up and you'll forget about your responsibilities even just for a
little while."
Still embedded within him, his positive
attitude, he started to comb his hair and brush his teeth, making sure that he
looked his best. Trowa was coming to meet him and he felt that if he looked
just fine, Trowa wouldn't worry about him as much. So, he continued getting
ready, occasionally checking the clock that hung above.
All of a sudden, he felt weak, as if all
the positive energy within him had vanished at the blink of an eye. He stood
unsteadily as he held the sink behind him for support. He felt sick. It was
cold and it seemed like the chest pain he had the other day was coming back. He
quickly turned to face the sink before he violently coughed out something
yellow. This continued for quite some time before he calmed down. It was odd to
see such a thing coming out from his mouth. He didn't understand what was wrong
with him.
Afraid to lose control during the day and
frightened of the thought of not knowing what was wrong with him, he
immediately reached for the antibiotics the doctor had prescribed and took
them. It felt like a bad omen but he was pretty resolved on going back to work
that day.
"I'm just imagining things." he said. "The
doctor said I was fine so I'm sure that it'll pass soon."
Pushing what he believed to be crazy
thoughts aside, he continued his morning ritual. When he was done, he quietly
tiptoed on the carpet and looked over the bed to make sure that Trowa had not
woken up from his coughing. He stared at Trowa's sleeping form and admired the
child-like quality Trowa had when he was asleep. He was so adorable curled up
on a long pillow with a smile on his face.
"He must be dreaming." was all Quatre could
say as he snapped out of his daydream and headed cautiously towards the door.
Not long after that, a car's engine could be heard as it left the driveway.
Trowa woke up to the familiar sound and
immediately looked over to what his arm was draped over. On his arms was a
long, soft pillow that sweetly smelled of Quatre. "What? So where *is* Quatre?"
he thought.
He looked over to the other side of the bed
to find out that it was empty, with the pillows neatly set in place. Steam was
coming out from the bathroom, possibly from recent use. The closet was open,
revealing an empty hanger that once held clothing. On the small table to the
side of the bed was a small note. Trowa opened it and read it's contents.
"Trowa, I'm sorry I left without telling
you, but I didn't want to wake you. I'll see you later at lunch, okay? Eleven
thirty sharp in the lobby? Don't forget! Love: Quatre."
Trowa sighed realizing that his stubborn
patient had successfully left the vicinity without him noticing. He almost ran
after him but decided against it. Quatre was old enough to know what he was
doing. He may be dedicated to his work too much but he was just as dedicated to
Trowa. Trowa knew this and felt the same dedication, but he knew that there
were just some things that he couldn't control. Perhaps another vacation was in
order. On the other hand, it was those vacations that lead to another few weeks
of catching up with what was left behind. It seemed like there was no way out
of it either way.
He felt a little more confused than usual,
so he decided to stop forcing his brain to come up with possible solutions.
Still feeling sleepy at seven o'clock in the morning, Trowa tucked the blanket
under his chin and started to doze off.
"Somebody's going to be in trouble at lunch
time." he said with eyes closed, talking to no one in particular. "Yup, he *is*
unstoppable. (yawn)... very, very slippery, .... hmmm... the best escape artist
... very, *very* (yawn) stubborn!"
Trowa fell asleep with another big smile on
his face as he hugged his soft, Quatre scented pillow.