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Notes: Shonen-ai (horah), moderately dark issues, and a little bit angsty. Yeah I ripped off the title, if you know where it's from I'll warn you it has very little to do with the book/film. I suck at titles. Please read and it'd be very nice if you could review too.
Two Flew Over the Gundam Nest.
By
FreeThinker
Chapter 4-Treatment.
The doctor shock his head again. He, the nurse, and Mr Maxwell were stood around the bed of 'John Doe'. "I can't recommend more that this not be done."
Duo's eye's pierced the doctors own; "You have the paperwork. I am taking him in for questioning." The doctor frowned, and prepared the syringe. He swabbed the patient's arm, and pressed the needle tip into a vein.
Duo stood and watched Heero's face, hoping for the glazed look to change. The doctor said, "It will take a few minutes…he then should be able to walk at least." Duo nodded.
They all waited around the bed, until Heero's eyes closed and he moved his head. Duo commanded, "Undo his restraints, and I'll hand cuff him."
Nurse Balbinder undid the buckles around the patient's wrists, ankles and then his chest. Duo gently turned Heero on his side and handcuffed his wrists together, trying not to be too tight on the welted skin.
A few more minutes passed, and the nurse and doctor pulled Heero up onto his feet. They doubted that he was aware of his surroundings, as they pushed him to see if he'd fall. The Japanese man swayed, but at least stayed on his feet.
Duo gently took Heero's arm, "I'll bring him back in a few hours." The doctor nodded, but still showing his disapproval. The braided man started to slowly lead Heero out of the room, and then the corridor. The nurse and doctor watched them go, then turned away.
'Not long now Heero, and we'll be gone.' Duo thought as he edged his friend through the corridors. He looked at the dark haired man, again looking at the bruises and contusions, feeling that Heero was thinner than he had remembered. Duo thought he looked like a zombie, just shuffling along. He wanted nothing more to gather his long love into his arms and kiss him until he woke up from this horrible trance.
Love. That's why he had obsessively tracked the Wing pilot for nearly 2 years. Hardly stopping, always dreaming for this day. It wasn't how he imagined it though, not leading a walking coma out of a hospital. But he was with Heero again, and that's that mattered.
They had passed the main reception, and were making their way down the entrance steps, Duo taking care that Heero didn't stumble. Then all of a sudden he heard a commotion behind him. He turned to see the doctor and security guards bursting out of the entrance.
"There he is! The paper's were fake, he's abducting that patient!" The brute security guards saw whom the doctor was pointing out, and started running down the steps to them.
'Oh SHIT!' Duo's mind screamed. He glanced at Heero, who was still in his drug-induced bliss. "Heero my man, I'm terribly sorry about this." With that he pulled Heero over his shoulder, and holding onto his precious load ran to where he had parked his car. He looked over his shoulder and saw that the security guards were catching up. He tried to fumble in his pocket for the car keys, and pulled them out of his pocket. His black convertible car was in sight, and he pushed the button on his key chain to start it. The engine roared into life, and he ran the few yards to it.
Duo had to dump Heero into the back seat, and jumped into the driving seat himself. He had just put the car into gear as one of the security guards made it to the car. The brown uniformed man had his hand on Heero's leg, and was about to pull him out of the car when he heard a click. The guard looked up to a gun in his face. Duo had pulled it out, and had it pushing square against his forehead.
"Let go. Now." He warned the guard, who had no doubt in his mind as to the seriousness of the situation, as the violet eyes stared directly into his own.
The guard let go and backed away from the car. The black sports car screeched away, leaving the guard where he stood. With that, the kidnapper and his prize were gone into the bright and warm day.
To Be Continued.