Basic Instinct, Part 22

Chapter 81

He struggled to see where he was. His eyes felt like they would
never open. His first thought was, "Oh Allah, I'm blind!"

But as he sat there his vision cleared, but it didn't make much
of a difference. He was surrounded by a clear blue void of nothingness.

"Am I dead," he wondered aloud. His voice echoed around and
seemed it would never stop until finally it just drifted away.

Then the clear blue of the room started to change to a deep red.
Growing afraid Quatre pounded on the floor, hoping to make it stop.

He felt something warm and sticky on his hand and when he held
it up to his face he gasped. His hand was covered in blodd. Not his,
but blood was seeping through the floor, filling up the nothingness.

He screamed.

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Chapter 82

Relena watched as Quatre rolled fitfully. HIs eyes were still open,
disturbing her greatly, but she would not leave him. Nor would she take
her eyes off him.

"I'm sorry Relena, its like he's in a coma. I can't do anything.
The only one who can help Quatre, is Quatre himself," said Sally sadly.
She picked up her equipment and silently left Relena to her own thoughts.

"Oh Quatre," Relena said silently, a tear slipping down her face.
She was trying to keep her composure. But even for a straight-faced
politician it was more than she could handle.

Her tears poured faster and faster.

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Chapter 83

Catherine sat and looked at Heero's face. It was so marred by
cuts and bruises that you could hardly tell it was him. Yet she still
thought he looked handsome, he would always be handsome to her.

"Why did you do it," she sobbed, "we could of beat them, I know
we could of." Deep inside she knew that they couldn't of beat them
though.

"Hold on for me love," she whispered for his ears only.

Aside from the cuts he also had two horribly broken legs and a
couple of internal injuries. Every now and then he would cough up blood.
Sally and the other doctors were doing all they could just to keep him
alive. In a few moments they would take him to surgery to see if anything
could be done about his internal injuries. However, his legs would have
to wait.

Catherine sighed and went to her room as they were taking him
to surgery. She had to wash the grime of the battle off. And hopefully
wash some of her pain off with it.

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Chapter 84

A few weeks later saw them all the same. Heero had miracuously
survived for longer than they had expected. He hadn't awakened yet, but
that was to be expected.

The doctors had been able to repair the internal injuries and one
of his legs, but his left leg was damaged beyond repair. They would
probably have to remove it.

Quatre was still in a coma-like state. Relena had never left his
bedside those few weeks, except to shower or eat. Hilde, and the other
girls would occasionally come in and bring her a book or stay and talk
to her for awhile. The most common visitor was Ikia.

She had been closer to Quatre than any of their other siblings.
Probably because they were both going against their father's wishes.
They were both offspring of a war.

Every night she would cry. Trowa would hold her, but he couldn't
stop her pain. And it hurt him too. Quatre was his best friend, but
he had yet to shed any tears. Ikia shed enough for the both of them.

They all were sitting in Quatre's room at the moment. Suddenly
he started jerking around and his heart monitor picked up a fast beat.

~Quatre's subconscience~

He was drowning. The room had never stopped filling with blood.
For a week he had been able to sit down. But now the sticky liquid was
up to his neck. His conscience nagged at him.

"What's wrong Quatre. This is just as much blood as those had
that you killed. It's their death that is killing you."

He would scream back in defiance. "It was a war. I had to kill.
It was them, or the innocents!" He would only get a laugh in return.

He would think about Relena, the life they would never live. And
it put him in such a stupor he did not want to live, if he was even
alive. But then some instinct would pull him back and say, "you are alive
and you need to stay that way. Live Quatre!" Then he would fight.

But now he couldn't fight, the blood rose up to his nose. Another
minute and he would be under. It was to thick to swim in, and it was
extremely hot. Stiffling and oppressant.

He took a breath as it reached above his nose. Coming to peace
he murmured, "I did all I could, I can do no better."

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