Resolutions.

::Heh Heh. What's the matter Maxwell? Pick those feet up and Move boy!:: The essence of his old self chattered happily away as Duo was led down the narrow, yet well lit hallway to Dr. Todd's office. Trowa held his right elbow tightly as Heero did the same with his left, keeping it in a vice like grip.

Long chestnut strands of hair had fallen in his face and were now plastered to his skin by a thin coating of sweat. It had been useless to struggle. There were too many of them and only one of him.. Well two of him if he counted his nagging counterpart.

::Am I getting on your nerves Maxwell? Well, suits you right. How dare you deny the fact of what happened? After all that you have been through, what Right do you have to afford yourself the luxoury of pretending that she's alive? That it never happened?::

"Shut UP!" Duo said through clenched teeth.

"Just take it easy Duo, were almost there." Quatre soothed gently as he paused by the door. "See, here we are." He looked to his sick friend in concern.

Duo looked up with amethyst eyes. "What are you doing to me...?" He almost moaned in his tired voice. His eyes turned to each face fleetingly as if too exhausted to maintain visual contact with his fellow pilots and friends for too long. "Just let me die!"

"We're not going to do that." Heero said as he nodded to Quatre, giving the Arabian youth the signal to open the door.

"No way! You have no control over me!" A new determination was set into the braided wonders mind.

::Better hop on the boat Maxwell, cause your sinking fast! And I'll tell you one thing, you ain't taking me down with you.::

"Shut up!" Duo yelled.

Trowa nodded softly to Heero as if to confirm Duo's madness. Heero gave voice to a small grunt and half pulled, half dragged the struggling figure once known as shinigami into the examining room.

Duo fought like a cat and cursed like a sailor.

Dr. Todd looked from from a file folder that she was perusing and quickly adjusted her glasses in their rightful place. She regarded Duo with a mild form of curiousness mixed with amusement as she watched the young boys pin the patient against one of the walls.

"Oh dear." She said quietly, but with no real surprise, as Quatre had had the perserverance to call ahead and explain the situation to her before hand.

When all seemed quiet, she stepped forward carefully and smiled down to the slumped youth. "Hello." She said softly. "You must be Duo Maxwell. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to run some tests. Are you allright with that?"

Duo lifted his chin off of his chest just enough to pierce the young woman with a deadly stare. "Lay one finger on me and I can assure you that you wont get it back." He hissed in a hoarse whisper.

Dr. Todd stepped back in brief shock, but quickly regained herself. "We have to find out what is wrong Mr. Maxwell."

::Ha Ha! Did you hear that? MR.! Finally! Getting the respect around here that we deserve!::

"enough..."

"What was that Duo?" Quatre leaned closer to his friend. Duo pinned him with and icey stare. Quatre swallowed hard and turned his gentle blue gaze to the young Doctor.

"I think I would like to take some blood. I need to find out if he has consumed any drugs that may be hindering his mental state." Dr. Todd said in her soothing voice as she pulled a med-tray close to the patient. "Ordinarily, I would like the patient to be on an examing table." She looked at Duo closely. "But I think I can make an exception." Her gaze fell to Trowa and Heero, who still had their grip on his arms. "Could someone roll up one of his sleeves please?"

::Uh oh! They're gonna stick ya Duo ma Man!:: The voice cackled softly. ::Good thing I'M not going to be the one to feel it.::

Duo's feverish eyes followed the course of the syringe.

::I know I should be helping you right now, being your subconscious and all... but dude.. didn't we always hate needles?::

"Your not going to use me as a pin cushion." The braided pilot growled as she moved closer. He groaned softly as Heero applied more pressure to a sensitive nerve directly above the elbow.

"This won't take but just a second, then it will be over and we can get you to a room." Dr. Todd said quietly as she approached him.

::Ah man! I can't look!:: The former gentle self of the one once known as Duo complained.

Every muscle in the braided boys body relaxed. He watched in wariness as she approached, cotton swab in hand to sterilize the area that was to be stuck. The coolness of the alcohol had a soothing affect and as she plunged the needle into his arm, Duo snapped.

Screaming, he twisted violently into Trowa, knowing that Heero would only break him in half given but a split second. The Dr. was knocked into the perfect soldier as Duo fought, sending the med-tray flying, only to bang into the wall with a loud clatter. Instraments flew about the shiny surface of the floor.

"I am still shinigami!" Maxwell yelled loudly, moving to the door with a cat like agility and exiting it swiftly. Running down the hall, he could feel the wet streams of blood running down his arm. Apon looking down, he realized that during the course of his struggles, the needle had broken off in his arm and now fresh blood was coursing through the broken piece of surgical steel.

"Unh!" he said as he yanked it out, flinging it into the hallway. ::Hey! Where do you think YOUR going! Uh uh! Your not diving out Maxwell. You may run and you may hide, but you still got me pal and I am NOT going to let you kill us both. No how, No way!::

"Then we shall have to see about that." Duo said as he entered the parking lot. He stood in the midst of it for a few short moments, turning a full circle and looking like a lost child. Finally, his eyes settled apon an old beat up jeep. "Perfect..." He purred softly as he made his way to it, keeping his head down so he would not look inconspicuous.

::Your kidding me right? I mean.. LOOK at that thing? Can't you at least steal us something with a cool system in it?::

Duo growled as he continued to hotwire the elderly vehicle.

::Ah well.. guess ya can't win 'em all...::

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Quatre tenderly rubbed his temple while Trowa stood above him, checking to see if the young Arabian had any extensives injuries, to which Quatre quickly shook his head no.

"He just snapped. No, no, he headed east, in the direction of the maternity ward. Yes quite." Dr. Todd said as calmly as she could into the phone by the door. As soon as her young patient had bolted from the room, she had immediatly grabbed the phone off of the wall, as quickly as her bearings were found, and called security. Heero had scrambled to his feet as soon as Maxwell had declared himself Shinigami and had moved to the door. She desperatly hoped that he had found his friend.

"Five foot seven, approximately 20 years of age, odd colored eyes, you could call them almost violet, or amythist. Long hair, can't miss it, it's in a braid that hangs down his back. He also should be bleeding, he broke free as I was drawing blood and the needle broke off in his arm. Yes... Yes.. I see. Thank you." She hung up the phone and turned. "Security team has been notified, your friend will be brought back."

"I just hope that they don't hurt him." The blond Arabian said softly as he steadied himself against a wall. "I mean, he's been through so much allready."

"Don't worry, Heero will find him." Wufei spoke, his general sullen attitude in check.