Why? : Chapter 2
By: RuouniGirl
Quatre was sleeping in the armchair and Trowa looked like he was about to fall asleep standing against the wall. Wufei sighed. It had been hours and her fever still hadn't dropped.
"We have to get her fever down," Trowa said.
Wufei nodded, then he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, turning the water on and filling the tub with cold water.
Trowa brought in a clean towel then he gently picked Quatre up and headed to the room they shared.
Wufei stripped off the boxers and tanktop and placed her in the tub. He cupped his hands and poured water on her chest. He kept her covered in the cold water until finally her fever broke, and her temperature slowly dropped. Wufei sighed in relief. He dried her off and put her back in bed. Then he sat down in the chair and slept.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Duo entered the room quietly.
"Duo," Wufei said, his eyes still closed.
"How is she?" Duo asked, handing Wufei a mug of coffee.
"Her fevers down," he said. Duo leaned against the wall and sighed. "What is it?" Wufei asked.
"Nothing."
Wufei gave him an incredulous look.
"It's just that Heero hasn't come back from his mission yet..." Duo trailed off.
"You're worried about him?" Wufei said. It was more of a statement than a question. Duo nodded. "Don't worry. He'll be fine and I'm sure he'll be back soon."
"Thanks, Wu-man. That makes me feel better."
Wufei smiled, then looked up as Trowa entered the room. "Fever broke," Wufei said. Trowa nodded.
"Why don't you go downstairs? Quatre's making breakfast and frankly, you look like you're about to drop from exhaustion."
It was true. Some of Wufei's hair had come lose from his ponytail and there were dark circles under his eyes. He swayed on his feet as he stood up, and grabbed the chair to steady himself. "Breakfast sound good," he said. "Come on, Duo. Let's go eat."
Duo's face lit up at the mention of food. "Great. I'm starved!" He ran down the stairs.
Wufei followed and practically fell into his chair. Quatre put a plate full of eggs, bacon, and pancakes in front of him. He noticed the drooping eyelids and circles under his eyes. Quatre sighed. If the Chinese pilot kept going like this he would make himself sick. Wufei didn't eat much. He just pushed his food around on his plate.
"You should get some sleep," Quatre said.
"Yeah, Wu-man. If you keep this up, you're gonna make yourself sick," Duo said.
Wufei sighed, "You're right. I think I'll go lie down on the couch for a little while."
Quatre nodded. "Go ahead. I'll clean up in here." Wufei left the room and plopped onto the couch. It felt so good to lie down. Wufei sighed contentedly as he drifted off to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Quatre peeked into the living room and smiled as he saw the sleeping boy. "He's asleep," he said as he turned back to Duo.
"Good," Duo said as he rinsed his plate. "He needs it."
"You look like you could use some sleep yourself," Quatre said. "Why don't you go lie down? I'll finish up in here."
Duo sighed. He was really tired, but he couldn't sleep. He was too worried about Heero. Quatre saw the worry in his eyes.
"I'm sure Heero will be back soon."
"I know," Duo said, "It's just that... I don't want anything to happen to him."
Quatre felt sorry for the braided pilot and the pain and worry that clouded his violet eyes tore at Quatre's heart. He walked over and wrapped his arms around Duo.
"You care for him, don't you?"
Duo nodded, and his eyes filled with tears. "Sometimes I think that I might lose him; that I'll never see him again and I don't know what I would do if that happened."
Quatre could understand what Duo was going through. He had gone through it himself. There were times that he thought he had lost Trowa. He had felt empty then. Like a part of him was missing.
"Heero will be back," he said.
"I know," Duo said softly, then a wide grin lit up his face. "Hey, Quatre. You'd better be careful. If Trowa sees us like this, he's liable to get jealous."
Quatre laughed. Duo was back to his normal self. But the Arabian didn't miss the hint of worry still visible in his violet eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Quatre stood silently next to the bed, watching as Trowa put some antiseptic gel on the girl's back. Quatre winced as she groaned. Her back was a complete mess. There were long gashes, bruises, and a number of small cuts. Trowa turned to Quatre.
"Can you help me turn her over?"
He nodded and moved to the opposite side of the bed. They tried to turn her over as gently as possible so her back wouldn't be jarred, but it was a difficult process. They finally had her on her back and Trowa was pouring more peroxide on the wound in her side. She moaned and her eyelids fluttered, then opened. She looked down at Trowa as he finished putting the bandage over the wound.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
He smiled. "You should go back to sleep. You need rest." She nodded and closed her eyes. Soon her breathing evened out and they knew she was asleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As they entered the living room, a surprising scene met Trowa. Wufei was stretched out on the couch, sleeping soundly. Duo was curled up in an armchair and was sleeping as well.
Quatre smiled. "They look so peaceful when they're asleep," he said as they entered the kitchen.
Trowa nodded and filled the kettle with water. When the water had boiled he made two cups of tea then sat down next to Quatre. The small blonde looked tired and tense. Trowa got up and walked behind Quatre. Quatre sighed as he felt Trowa's long fingers digging into his knotted up muscles. His arms hung limply at his side and he leaned into Trowa's hands. Just then the door opened. Quatre looked up just as Heero walked into the kitchen.
"You're back," he said. The Japanese pilot nodded. He looked tired and about ready to collapse. He was covered in dust and his tank top hung in shreds.
"What happened?" Quatre asked, jumping out of his chair.
Before Heero could answer Duo walked into the kitchen yawning and stretching his arms above his head. He stopped short as he saw Heero. His violet eyes filled with concern as he swept his gaze over the Japanese boy, trying to assure himself that he wasn't hurt too bad. The violet eyes met cobalt blue eyes, and in that gaze Duo was assured that there were no serious injuries.
A grin spread across his face. "What did you do to your shirt? It looks like it went through a blender!"
Trowa couldn't keep a small smile from appearing and Quatre chuckled silently. Musical laughter filled the room. Duo starred open mouthed at the Japanese boy. Heero's laughter faded, but a smile was still on his face.
"Duo?"
Duo nodded.
"Close your mouth," Heero said.
Duo looked a little surprised as he snapped his mouth closed. Hero smiled and walked past the braided boy.
Quatre watched Heero leave the room and continued to stare in shock, even after he was gone.
Duo just stood there, wide eyed. He finally snapped out of it.
"I'm gonna go see if he's okay," Duo said, and hurried out of the room.
As he stopped outside Heero's room he heard the shower. He knocked quietly, knowing that he wouldn't be answered. To his surprise, the door opened. Heero stood there in his spandex shorts and socks. Duo saw a long gash across the brown-haired boys bare chest. He stared at it for a minute, then he entered the room.
The first-aid kit was sitting on the bed and Duo opened it, removing some antiseptic and bandages. Heero watched silently.
"Sit," Duo told him.
Heero sat down on the bed as Duo moved in front of him. He took the rag, soaking it in peroxide, and placed it on the gash. He watched as it bubbled and winced. He looked at Heero. His face showed nothing, but the cobalt blue eyes were filled with pain. Duo finished cleaning the wound and wrapped a bandage around it.
"Thank you," Heero said softly.
Duo smiled as he sat back on his heels. The American looked tired and worn out. He looked like he was about to fall asleep where he was. Duo sat there enjoying the quiet. He jumped in surprise as he felt himself being lifted. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into Heero's blue gaze. He smiled and sighed softly as he felt his weary body being lowered onto the bed. He opened his eyes and tried to say something, but Heero placed a finger over his lips.
"Shh. Go to sleep," he said, his voice softer than usual.
Duo smiled and obeyed, drifting off to sleep and dreaming about Heero.
To Be Continued...
By: RuouniGirl
Quatre was sleeping in the armchair and Trowa looked like he was about to fall asleep standing against the wall. Wufei sighed. It had been hours and her fever still hadn't dropped.
"We have to get her fever down," Trowa said.
Wufei nodded, then he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, turning the water on and filling the tub with cold water.
Trowa brought in a clean towel then he gently picked Quatre up and headed to the room they shared.
Wufei stripped off the boxers and tanktop and placed her in the tub. He cupped his hands and poured water on her chest. He kept her covered in the cold water until finally her fever broke, and her temperature slowly dropped. Wufei sighed in relief. He dried her off and put her back in bed. Then he sat down in the chair and slept.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Duo entered the room quietly.
"Duo," Wufei said, his eyes still closed.
"How is she?" Duo asked, handing Wufei a mug of coffee.
"Her fevers down," he said. Duo leaned against the wall and sighed. "What is it?" Wufei asked.
"Nothing."
Wufei gave him an incredulous look.
"It's just that Heero hasn't come back from his mission yet..." Duo trailed off.
"You're worried about him?" Wufei said. It was more of a statement than a question. Duo nodded. "Don't worry. He'll be fine and I'm sure he'll be back soon."
"Thanks, Wu-man. That makes me feel better."
Wufei smiled, then looked up as Trowa entered the room. "Fever broke," Wufei said. Trowa nodded.
"Why don't you go downstairs? Quatre's making breakfast and frankly, you look like you're about to drop from exhaustion."
It was true. Some of Wufei's hair had come lose from his ponytail and there were dark circles under his eyes. He swayed on his feet as he stood up, and grabbed the chair to steady himself. "Breakfast sound good," he said. "Come on, Duo. Let's go eat."
Duo's face lit up at the mention of food. "Great. I'm starved!" He ran down the stairs.
Wufei followed and practically fell into his chair. Quatre put a plate full of eggs, bacon, and pancakes in front of him. He noticed the drooping eyelids and circles under his eyes. Quatre sighed. If the Chinese pilot kept going like this he would make himself sick. Wufei didn't eat much. He just pushed his food around on his plate.
"You should get some sleep," Quatre said.
"Yeah, Wu-man. If you keep this up, you're gonna make yourself sick," Duo said.
Wufei sighed, "You're right. I think I'll go lie down on the couch for a little while."
Quatre nodded. "Go ahead. I'll clean up in here." Wufei left the room and plopped onto the couch. It felt so good to lie down. Wufei sighed contentedly as he drifted off to sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Quatre peeked into the living room and smiled as he saw the sleeping boy. "He's asleep," he said as he turned back to Duo.
"Good," Duo said as he rinsed his plate. "He needs it."
"You look like you could use some sleep yourself," Quatre said. "Why don't you go lie down? I'll finish up in here."
Duo sighed. He was really tired, but he couldn't sleep. He was too worried about Heero. Quatre saw the worry in his eyes.
"I'm sure Heero will be back soon."
"I know," Duo said, "It's just that... I don't want anything to happen to him."
Quatre felt sorry for the braided pilot and the pain and worry that clouded his violet eyes tore at Quatre's heart. He walked over and wrapped his arms around Duo.
"You care for him, don't you?"
Duo nodded, and his eyes filled with tears. "Sometimes I think that I might lose him; that I'll never see him again and I don't know what I would do if that happened."
Quatre could understand what Duo was going through. He had gone through it himself. There were times that he thought he had lost Trowa. He had felt empty then. Like a part of him was missing.
"Heero will be back," he said.
"I know," Duo said softly, then a wide grin lit up his face. "Hey, Quatre. You'd better be careful. If Trowa sees us like this, he's liable to get jealous."
Quatre laughed. Duo was back to his normal self. But the Arabian didn't miss the hint of worry still visible in his violet eyes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Quatre stood silently next to the bed, watching as Trowa put some antiseptic gel on the girl's back. Quatre winced as she groaned. Her back was a complete mess. There were long gashes, bruises, and a number of small cuts. Trowa turned to Quatre.
"Can you help me turn her over?"
He nodded and moved to the opposite side of the bed. They tried to turn her over as gently as possible so her back wouldn't be jarred, but it was a difficult process. They finally had her on her back and Trowa was pouring more peroxide on the wound in her side. She moaned and her eyelids fluttered, then opened. She looked down at Trowa as he finished putting the bandage over the wound.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
He smiled. "You should go back to sleep. You need rest." She nodded and closed her eyes. Soon her breathing evened out and they knew she was asleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As they entered the living room, a surprising scene met Trowa. Wufei was stretched out on the couch, sleeping soundly. Duo was curled up in an armchair and was sleeping as well.
Quatre smiled. "They look so peaceful when they're asleep," he said as they entered the kitchen.
Trowa nodded and filled the kettle with water. When the water had boiled he made two cups of tea then sat down next to Quatre. The small blonde looked tired and tense. Trowa got up and walked behind Quatre. Quatre sighed as he felt Trowa's long fingers digging into his knotted up muscles. His arms hung limply at his side and he leaned into Trowa's hands. Just then the door opened. Quatre looked up just as Heero walked into the kitchen.
"You're back," he said. The Japanese pilot nodded. He looked tired and about ready to collapse. He was covered in dust and his tank top hung in shreds.
"What happened?" Quatre asked, jumping out of his chair.
Before Heero could answer Duo walked into the kitchen yawning and stretching his arms above his head. He stopped short as he saw Heero. His violet eyes filled with concern as he swept his gaze over the Japanese boy, trying to assure himself that he wasn't hurt too bad. The violet eyes met cobalt blue eyes, and in that gaze Duo was assured that there were no serious injuries.
A grin spread across his face. "What did you do to your shirt? It looks like it went through a blender!"
Trowa couldn't keep a small smile from appearing and Quatre chuckled silently. Musical laughter filled the room. Duo starred open mouthed at the Japanese boy. Heero's laughter faded, but a smile was still on his face.
"Duo?"
Duo nodded.
"Close your mouth," Heero said.
Duo looked a little surprised as he snapped his mouth closed. Hero smiled and walked past the braided boy.
Quatre watched Heero leave the room and continued to stare in shock, even after he was gone.
Duo just stood there, wide eyed. He finally snapped out of it.
"I'm gonna go see if he's okay," Duo said, and hurried out of the room.
As he stopped outside Heero's room he heard the shower. He knocked quietly, knowing that he wouldn't be answered. To his surprise, the door opened. Heero stood there in his spandex shorts and socks. Duo saw a long gash across the brown-haired boys bare chest. He stared at it for a minute, then he entered the room.
The first-aid kit was sitting on the bed and Duo opened it, removing some antiseptic and bandages. Heero watched silently.
"Sit," Duo told him.
Heero sat down on the bed as Duo moved in front of him. He took the rag, soaking it in peroxide, and placed it on the gash. He watched as it bubbled and winced. He looked at Heero. His face showed nothing, but the cobalt blue eyes were filled with pain. Duo finished cleaning the wound and wrapped a bandage around it.
"Thank you," Heero said softly.
Duo smiled as he sat back on his heels. The American looked tired and worn out. He looked like he was about to fall asleep where he was. Duo sat there enjoying the quiet. He jumped in surprise as he felt himself being lifted. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into Heero's blue gaze. He smiled and sighed softly as he felt his weary body being lowered onto the bed. He opened his eyes and tried to say something, but Heero placed a finger over his lips.
"Shh. Go to sleep," he said, his voice softer than usual.
Duo smiled and obeyed, drifting off to sleep and dreaming about Heero.
To Be Continued...