Depression
Trowa hadn't seen Quatre in nearly a year. They wrote each other quite frequently infact. Until about a month ago when Quatre's letter's suddenly stopped. Trowa just figured it was work related. Quatre tended to work more than he should.
Trowa loved Quatre but broke up with him after the war. They parted as friends but Quatre was heartbroken. He never told Trowa how much it hurt not to be with him. Quatre thought at least they would be friend's at least Trowa would still be in his life.
Trowa was extremely bored on his day off so turned on the news. "In just a moment we will have details on the Winner killing rampage." Announced a reporter. "WHAT?"
Trowa turned it up and listened. "Today the famous father of Quatre Winner who was thought to be dead was gunned down in a police assault. Apparently he lost his mental faculties and went on a killing rampage. He tracked and killed all of his daughters and the beloved Maganauts friends of his son. Then he shot his son four times. As police approached him he began shooting at them and the police had no choice but to return fire. Quatre Winner is listed in critical condition. No word yet on whether the young man will make it. It doesn't look good though. Doctors say even if he pulls through the emotional trauma may be too much for him. Especially now that he has no one."
Trowa's heart began to beat rapidly and he just couldn't catch his breath. Trowa was scared Quatre just couldn't die no he couldn't. Trowa fell to his knees and began to shake. When Catherine came in apparently she saw the newscast and came to see if Trowa was all right. She saw something she had never seen before Trowa was sobbing uncontrollably.
"I'm so sorry Trowa."
"Liar."
"What?"
"If I hadn't listened to you I would have been there to protect him. He's better off without you Trowa. He's bad for you Trowa. It's either him or me Trowa. You'll just hurt each other and you deserve better Trowa. When that didn't work you made me feel like I wasn't worthy of him. I should never have listened."
"That bastard tried to kill you. I hope he gets what's coming to him."
"He will if I have anything to say about it. Catherine you're my sister and I love you. But you don't know shit. Quatre made a mistake and it wasn't his fault. My mistake was not trusting his love but that mistake is about to be rectified. He needs me and I'm going." Trowa brushed passed her and out the door.
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Quatre's prognosis looked good . All the bullets had been successfully removed but the doctors weren't really concerned with that. They were more concerned with his emotional state. He wouldn't eat or speak to anyone one. He completely turned himself off from anyone who tried to help. Occasionally they could convince to eat but he would just nibble.
Trowa arrived and after briefly speaking to the doctors he entered Quatre's room. Quatre looked at him then rolled over to his side with his back facing Trowa. He couldn't face him.
Trowa ignored this and went over to his side. Quatre wouldn't look at him. Trowa placed his hand on Quatre's cheek and said. "No matter how or what you do to shut me out I'm not going away. Not this time I promise." Quatre still didn't speak but a single tear fell down his cheek. Trowa had to figure out how to bring Quatre out of the hell he was condemning himself to.
TBC? Shall I go one?