On Edge
by Lady Aishiteru
Email: Lady_aisheteru@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/anniemaniac_99/index.html
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but whoever does is really lucky.
Please do not sue me. I am a college student, therefore I am poor.
~*~Chapter 2~*~
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Quatre slammed down the phone and left his office immediately, telling his shocked secretary to tell whoever called that he was busy. Her eyes had widened in surprise. Usually, Quatre was the last one to leave and he did so in a calm and orderly manner. But this time he was rushed, disorganized and looked very worried. 'I wonder what's eating him,' she thought.
He didn't even wait for the limosine; it wouldn't arrive for another thirty minutes anyways. Instead, he hailed a cab. Almost immediately one pulled over. "Where to" the cabby asked.
"I need to get to the hospital and fast!" he said, his voice strained with worry.
"No problem."
Within minutes they were at the hospital, but it seemed like an eternity to Quatre. He knew something was wrong with Catherine, and now he cursed himself for standing by and doing nothing.
"Here we are."
"Thanks," said Quatre, forking out some bills.
"No, thank you!" said the cabby.
Quatre nodded, too distracted to notice that he had given the cabby five hundreds instead of five one dollar bills. He didn't watch the cab leave the hospital parking lot but instead rushed to the front desk.
"Can you tell me where Catherine Bloom is, miss?" he asked the receptionist.
"No problem. She's in room 314, on the west wing."
"Thanks," he said, about to speed up, but the receptionist held his hand fast.
"I was thinking, if you're not doing anything tonight, maybe we could go out for a drink?"
"No, thanks," he said, then broke free easily.
"Here's my number," she said, shoving a piece of paper in his hand. "Call me!" she shouted as he tore off.
In happier circumstances, Quatre would have shaken his head and smiled. Ever since he had turned eighteen, women were hitting on him constantly. If he had bothered to spend much time in front of his mirror, he would know why. Some time after the war, he had made the transition between a boy and a man, a well built man with a triangular build, sandy blond hair and eyes that any woman could easily get lost in. But he didn't look in the mirror, at least not much. That was more of a Duo thing.
"Q-man! Glad you could make it!" shouted Duo, grabbing his friend in a bear hug. Hilde was sitting next to the hospital bed, smiling at her husband's antics. Duo had also grown; he stood a tall 6'2" and was lean but muscular. He still wore his hair in a braid, but it was longer now. The same light shone in his eyes, but was dimmed somewhat by the recent events in the lives of his friends.
"Is she..okay?" asked Quatre, his eyes reflecting concern.
"The doctor said she'll be okay in awhile. She's resting now"
"Did she..."
"No. All the blood tests were negative. Sally suspects it was a combination of dehydration, malnutrition and exhaustion."
Quatre sighed in relief. She was depressed, not suicidal.
"Hey guys," said Relena, who had just walked in the room with Heero at her side. She had also grown up nicely, her hair flowing to her waist and her figure that of a woman, not a teenager. Heero stood a commanding six feet tall, and was all muscle. He didn't say much or do much to show his feelings for Relena in public, but everyone could tell by looking into his eyes that they were in love. In fact, the two had wed last month and had returned early from their honeymoon when they had heard about Catherine.
"How's the patient?" asked Relena.
"The doctor says she'll be okay in a little while," said Duo, who graciously left out the details on how she had gotten in there in the first place.
"That's good," she said, taking a seat in the corner, where Heero stood next to her.
Sally walked in next, clad in a white lab coat, a clipboard in hand. "Hey guys. I just thought I'd pop in and see how my patient is doing."
"Hi, Sally," said Duo. "How's it going?"
"Good, good," said Sally as she checked Catherine's vital signs. "Well, she seems pretty normal. Just make sure she drinks plenty of water when she wakes up."
"Aye, aye," said Duo, raising his hand to his forehead in a mock salute. At this, Sally rolled her eyes and walked away to continue her rounds.
Wufei walked in the room, wearing his usual scowl. "Have you seen my wife?" he asked.
"You just missed her, Wu-man," said Duo.
At this, Wufei growled. "I told you not to call me that!"
"Relax, don't have a coronary. Sit down and talk with us."
Wufei grumbled something unintelligible, but he did as Duo said.
They sat around Catherine and talked for awhile, but Quatre's mind wasn't on the conversation. Finally, Sally walked in again.
"Hey guys. Visiting hours are over," she said.
Duo groaned but got up, as did Relena, and one by one, they left the room, everyone except Quatre.
"Hey, you have to leave too," said Sally.
"No. I'm not leaving," he said, being uncharacteristically stubborn.
Something akin to understanding shone in Sally's eyes. "OK, you can stay. But don't let anyone know you're here or I'll lose my promotion."
Quatre nodded and smiled.
Wufei popped in and looked at Sally. "Onna, are you ready to go?"
"What was that? I think I heard someone's gums flapping..."
Wufei sighed. "SALLY, can we go now?"
"Yes, dear," she said, smiling. "I'll train him yet," she whispered to Quatre. He followed the two with his eyes and smiled. 'Not likely,' he thought.
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Catherine awoke with a start, but her growing panic didn't get any better. She had woken up from a nightmare and had no idea where she was.
She surveyed her surroundings and breathed in the antiseptic smell. 'It smells like a hospital or something,' she thought. The last thing she remembered was that she was getting ready for her act. She noticed that her hand was shaking; she had barely been able to apply her makeup. The trailer swam before her eyes, making her very dizzy. Mercifully, the world had chosen to go black.
The room was mostly dark, as it was still night time. Catherine could make out that she was in a bed with white sheets. She felt someone holding her hand and traced the arm to the source. She was shocked to note that it was the hand of Quatre, Trowa's best friend.
'What's he doing here?' Catherine wondered, gazing at his sleeping form. He was leaned back a little on his chair, and a stray bang was obscuring his eyes a bit. Unable to resist the charms of a sleeping man, she brushed away the renegade lock, her fingers lingering on his soft skin. She could smell his cologne slightly over the hospital scent, and the proximity made it almost intoxicating. She stared at him a little longer, then laid back down and fell into a happy sleep, Quatre still holding her hand.
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Quatre awoke as the rays of the sun filtered through the venetian blinds, making a striped pattern on his face. For a fleeting moment, he wondered where he was. Then he looked at the sleeping beauty in the hospital bed.
She looked a little too thin, causing Quatre to believe that Sally's diagnosis was correct, that Catherine hadn't been eating well lately. He wondered how long that had been going on, but suspected that it had been since Trowa's death.
He continued to watch over Catherine as the sun lit up her features. He resolved to put his life on hold, at least until he knew she was okay. He hadn't been able to save Trowa, but he'd be damned if he was to allow another person die that was close to him. He had seen far too much death in his twenty-one years, and he prayed to God that he wouldn't see any more.
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by Lady Aishiteru
Email: Lady_aisheteru@hotmail.com
Website: http://www.geocities.com/anniemaniac_99/index.html
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but whoever does is really lucky.
Please do not sue me. I am a college student, therefore I am poor.
~*~Chapter 2~*~
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Quatre slammed down the phone and left his office immediately, telling his shocked secretary to tell whoever called that he was busy. Her eyes had widened in surprise. Usually, Quatre was the last one to leave and he did so in a calm and orderly manner. But this time he was rushed, disorganized and looked very worried. 'I wonder what's eating him,' she thought.
He didn't even wait for the limosine; it wouldn't arrive for another thirty minutes anyways. Instead, he hailed a cab. Almost immediately one pulled over. "Where to" the cabby asked.
"I need to get to the hospital and fast!" he said, his voice strained with worry.
"No problem."
Within minutes they were at the hospital, but it seemed like an eternity to Quatre. He knew something was wrong with Catherine, and now he cursed himself for standing by and doing nothing.
"Here we are."
"Thanks," said Quatre, forking out some bills.
"No, thank you!" said the cabby.
Quatre nodded, too distracted to notice that he had given the cabby five hundreds instead of five one dollar bills. He didn't watch the cab leave the hospital parking lot but instead rushed to the front desk.
"Can you tell me where Catherine Bloom is, miss?" he asked the receptionist.
"No problem. She's in room 314, on the west wing."
"Thanks," he said, about to speed up, but the receptionist held his hand fast.
"I was thinking, if you're not doing anything tonight, maybe we could go out for a drink?"
"No, thanks," he said, then broke free easily.
"Here's my number," she said, shoving a piece of paper in his hand. "Call me!" she shouted as he tore off.
In happier circumstances, Quatre would have shaken his head and smiled. Ever since he had turned eighteen, women were hitting on him constantly. If he had bothered to spend much time in front of his mirror, he would know why. Some time after the war, he had made the transition between a boy and a man, a well built man with a triangular build, sandy blond hair and eyes that any woman could easily get lost in. But he didn't look in the mirror, at least not much. That was more of a Duo thing.
"Q-man! Glad you could make it!" shouted Duo, grabbing his friend in a bear hug. Hilde was sitting next to the hospital bed, smiling at her husband's antics. Duo had also grown; he stood a tall 6'2" and was lean but muscular. He still wore his hair in a braid, but it was longer now. The same light shone in his eyes, but was dimmed somewhat by the recent events in the lives of his friends.
"Is she..okay?" asked Quatre, his eyes reflecting concern.
"The doctor said she'll be okay in awhile. She's resting now"
"Did she..."
"No. All the blood tests were negative. Sally suspects it was a combination of dehydration, malnutrition and exhaustion."
Quatre sighed in relief. She was depressed, not suicidal.
"Hey guys," said Relena, who had just walked in the room with Heero at her side. She had also grown up nicely, her hair flowing to her waist and her figure that of a woman, not a teenager. Heero stood a commanding six feet tall, and was all muscle. He didn't say much or do much to show his feelings for Relena in public, but everyone could tell by looking into his eyes that they were in love. In fact, the two had wed last month and had returned early from their honeymoon when they had heard about Catherine.
"How's the patient?" asked Relena.
"The doctor says she'll be okay in a little while," said Duo, who graciously left out the details on how she had gotten in there in the first place.
"That's good," she said, taking a seat in the corner, where Heero stood next to her.
Sally walked in next, clad in a white lab coat, a clipboard in hand. "Hey guys. I just thought I'd pop in and see how my patient is doing."
"Hi, Sally," said Duo. "How's it going?"
"Good, good," said Sally as she checked Catherine's vital signs. "Well, she seems pretty normal. Just make sure she drinks plenty of water when she wakes up."
"Aye, aye," said Duo, raising his hand to his forehead in a mock salute. At this, Sally rolled her eyes and walked away to continue her rounds.
Wufei walked in the room, wearing his usual scowl. "Have you seen my wife?" he asked.
"You just missed her, Wu-man," said Duo.
At this, Wufei growled. "I told you not to call me that!"
"Relax, don't have a coronary. Sit down and talk with us."
Wufei grumbled something unintelligible, but he did as Duo said.
They sat around Catherine and talked for awhile, but Quatre's mind wasn't on the conversation. Finally, Sally walked in again.
"Hey guys. Visiting hours are over," she said.
Duo groaned but got up, as did Relena, and one by one, they left the room, everyone except Quatre.
"Hey, you have to leave too," said Sally.
"No. I'm not leaving," he said, being uncharacteristically stubborn.
Something akin to understanding shone in Sally's eyes. "OK, you can stay. But don't let anyone know you're here or I'll lose my promotion."
Quatre nodded and smiled.
Wufei popped in and looked at Sally. "Onna, are you ready to go?"
"What was that? I think I heard someone's gums flapping..."
Wufei sighed. "SALLY, can we go now?"
"Yes, dear," she said, smiling. "I'll train him yet," she whispered to Quatre. He followed the two with his eyes and smiled. 'Not likely,' he thought.
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Catherine awoke with a start, but her growing panic didn't get any better. She had woken up from a nightmare and had no idea where she was.
She surveyed her surroundings and breathed in the antiseptic smell. 'It smells like a hospital or something,' she thought. The last thing she remembered was that she was getting ready for her act. She noticed that her hand was shaking; she had barely been able to apply her makeup. The trailer swam before her eyes, making her very dizzy. Mercifully, the world had chosen to go black.
The room was mostly dark, as it was still night time. Catherine could make out that she was in a bed with white sheets. She felt someone holding her hand and traced the arm to the source. She was shocked to note that it was the hand of Quatre, Trowa's best friend.
'What's he doing here?' Catherine wondered, gazing at his sleeping form. He was leaned back a little on his chair, and a stray bang was obscuring his eyes a bit. Unable to resist the charms of a sleeping man, she brushed away the renegade lock, her fingers lingering on his soft skin. She could smell his cologne slightly over the hospital scent, and the proximity made it almost intoxicating. She stared at him a little longer, then laid back down and fell into a happy sleep, Quatre still holding her hand.
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Quatre awoke as the rays of the sun filtered through the venetian blinds, making a striped pattern on his face. For a fleeting moment, he wondered where he was. Then he looked at the sleeping beauty in the hospital bed.
She looked a little too thin, causing Quatre to believe that Sally's diagnosis was correct, that Catherine hadn't been eating well lately. He wondered how long that had been going on, but suspected that it had been since Trowa's death.
He continued to watch over Catherine as the sun lit up her features. He resolved to put his life on hold, at least until he knew she was okay. He hadn't been able to save Trowa, but he'd be damned if he was to allow another person die that was close to him. He had seen far too much death in his twenty-one years, and he prayed to God that he wouldn't see any more.
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