Why? : Chapter 7
By: RurouniGirl
Wufei lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling. A single tear trailed down his cheek. He didn't want to think about or remember what had happened, but there was nothing he could do to stop the memories and thoughts that were flooding his mind. He felt like a part of him had died, like it had been completely destroyed. He sighed. He knew the others were worried about him, but he wasn't ready to face anyone right now. He stood up, and walked over to the window. The stars were twinkling cheerfully.
"You don't deserve to be treated this way. No one should have to go through as much pain and suffering as you have. You deserve to be treated better."
'But he hadn't been treated better. Why did it even have to happen?'
He opened his bedroom door and peeked outside. The hallway was dark, and he was pretty sure that the others were sleeping. He quietly crept down the stairs and outside. He breathed in the cool night air and started to jog through the woods.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Quatre tossed and turned restlessly. The image before him was so clear. They were in a battle, surrounded by mobile suits, their gundams were pretty beat up and couldn't hold out much longer. The enemy suits fired at them. A beam cannon fired and hit Heavyarms. He fired continuously, pounding the gundam until it finally collapsed and fell. Trowa jumped out. Another beam was fired at the gundam and it exploded. It was completely obliterated. And so was Trowa.
"Nooooooooooooo!!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Quatre sat up, panting. He turned to look at the other bed and was reassured when he saw the sleeping form of the Heavyarms pilot.
'Why was he having these dreams?'
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and sighed. His eyes were blood shot and there were dark circles under each eye. His face was pale and his hair shaggy and uncombed.
'Damn these nightmares. And this depression. What's wrong with me?'
Tears streamed down his face. "What's wrong with me?" he whispered.
He splashed some more cold water on his face and returned to his bed. He lay there, unable to sleep. Finally he got out of bed and quietly left the room.
He shivered slightly as he stepped outside into the cool night air. He looked up at the sky. It was so beautiful. The stars were sparkling brightly, but it seemed inappropriate that they should be so cheerful when he was feeling so depressed. He sighed, not loudly, but it was heard.
"Quatre? What are you doing out here? Are you alright?"
Quatre looked over in surprise. "Duo, what are you doing out here?"
Duo smiled. "I couldn't sleep, so I decided to come outside for a breath of fresh air and some stargazing. What about you? Was it the nightmare again?" he asked, concern edging his voice.
Quatre nodded.
Duo moved closer to Quatre and put an arm around his shoulder. "It's okay. They aren't real."
"I know they aren't," Quatre replied, "but they seem so real and the pain of losing Trowa, even in a dream, is almost unbearable."
A tear slid down his cheek and this time he didn't try to hide it. Duo wiped it away and pulled Quatre into a reassuring hug.
"I know. When Heero self-destructed I thought I was going to die from the pain of losing him. Just remember, I'm your best friend. Whenever you need to talk, I'm always here for you."
Quatre smiled, the first genuine smile in the past week. "Thanks, Duo."
"Anytime, buddy."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As Duo entered the room, he noticed that Heero was tossing and turning restlessly. He walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. He immediately withdrew his hand. Heat radiated from the Japanese boy's body. Duo flung the sheets aside and stared in shock at the red stain on the boy's green tank top. He carefully removed the shirt and then the bandage. The wound was bleeding again and he could see the beginning of an infection.
"Damn. It's bleeding too much."
He grabbed a towel and tried to stop the bleeding, but failed. He hurried out of the room, descending to the first floor (nearly falling down the stairs) and grabbed the phone. Quatre entered the room, wondering what the commotion was about. When he saw Duo he froze.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
"It's Heero. His wound's bleeding and starting to get infected. He's losing too much blood and I can't stop the bleeding."
His words came out frantically. He looked more afraid then Quatre had ever seen him before.
"Duo, go back upstairs and try your best to stop the bleeding," he told the frantic boy. "I'll call Sally."
Duo nodded and ran back upstairs so fast he didn't even notice Trowa standing in the doorway. Quatre looked after the boy anxiously. He could understand the fear and pain Duo was feeling right now, and for the usually fearless boy who called himself Shinagami to show his fear was an uncommon sight. Trowa walked over and took the phone from the smaller boy.
"Go make sure Duo is okay. I'll call Sally."
Quatre smiled in appreciation and hurried upstairs. Duo was trying frantically to stop the wound from bleeding, but was having little luck. Quatre could see the fear in the violet eyes.
"Duo..."
The other boy turned toward him, unshed tears glistening in his eyes.
"Quatre..." The words came out in a choked voice. "He's losing too much blood." His voice sounded a little calmer. Then the tears broke free and streamed down his face.
"He can't die. I won't let him die. He can't leave me alone. Not again. I can't go through the pain of losing him again. It nearly killed me last time. If it happened now, it would kill me."
The sight of the broken down boy nearly ripped Quatre's heart in two. But he could do nothing but sit there and watch his friend. The only thing that would ease the boy's pain would be knowing that Heero was going to be alright. He sighed. Just then Trowa came in.
"Sally is on her way."
Quatre sighed in relief. Duo wiped his face with his sleeve and turned toward them.
"Can one of you keep applying pressure to the wound? I'm going to wait for Sally."
Trowa nodded and took Duo's place. Duo hurried downstairs and waited for Sally. As soon as she arrived he hurried her upstairs.
She knelt down next to the bed and examined the wound carefully.
"Keep applying pressure until I get back."
She left the room and returned a few moments later with some rags. She soaked one of the rags in peroxide and cleaned the wound. She then proceeded to stitch the wound closed. When that was finished, she fed Heero a couple of aspirin, then turned toward the other pilots.
"Is he going to be okay?" Duo asked.
"I'm not sure. He lost a lot of blood. Almost too much blood. And his fever is pretty high. Keep him warm and make sure he takes these pills. If you do what I say, he should be okay. He'll still be pretty weak, but he'll be alive."
Duo sighed in relief. He would be okay. He collapsed against the wall.
"Duo, are you alright?" Sally asked.
He nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." He looked over at Quatre and the blonde could see the relief in the violet eyes as a tear snaked down his cheek.
To Be Continued...
By: RurouniGirl
Wufei lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling. A single tear trailed down his cheek. He didn't want to think about or remember what had happened, but there was nothing he could do to stop the memories and thoughts that were flooding his mind. He felt like a part of him had died, like it had been completely destroyed. He sighed. He knew the others were worried about him, but he wasn't ready to face anyone right now. He stood up, and walked over to the window. The stars were twinkling cheerfully.
"You don't deserve to be treated this way. No one should have to go through as much pain and suffering as you have. You deserve to be treated better."
'But he hadn't been treated better. Why did it even have to happen?'
He opened his bedroom door and peeked outside. The hallway was dark, and he was pretty sure that the others were sleeping. He quietly crept down the stairs and outside. He breathed in the cool night air and started to jog through the woods.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Quatre tossed and turned restlessly. The image before him was so clear. They were in a battle, surrounded by mobile suits, their gundams were pretty beat up and couldn't hold out much longer. The enemy suits fired at them. A beam cannon fired and hit Heavyarms. He fired continuously, pounding the gundam until it finally collapsed and fell. Trowa jumped out. Another beam was fired at the gundam and it exploded. It was completely obliterated. And so was Trowa.
"Nooooooooooooo!!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Quatre sat up, panting. He turned to look at the other bed and was reassured when he saw the sleeping form of the Heavyarms pilot.
'Why was he having these dreams?'
He got out of bed and went to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and sighed. His eyes were blood shot and there were dark circles under each eye. His face was pale and his hair shaggy and uncombed.
'Damn these nightmares. And this depression. What's wrong with me?'
Tears streamed down his face. "What's wrong with me?" he whispered.
He splashed some more cold water on his face and returned to his bed. He lay there, unable to sleep. Finally he got out of bed and quietly left the room.
He shivered slightly as he stepped outside into the cool night air. He looked up at the sky. It was so beautiful. The stars were sparkling brightly, but it seemed inappropriate that they should be so cheerful when he was feeling so depressed. He sighed, not loudly, but it was heard.
"Quatre? What are you doing out here? Are you alright?"
Quatre looked over in surprise. "Duo, what are you doing out here?"
Duo smiled. "I couldn't sleep, so I decided to come outside for a breath of fresh air and some stargazing. What about you? Was it the nightmare again?" he asked, concern edging his voice.
Quatre nodded.
Duo moved closer to Quatre and put an arm around his shoulder. "It's okay. They aren't real."
"I know they aren't," Quatre replied, "but they seem so real and the pain of losing Trowa, even in a dream, is almost unbearable."
A tear slid down his cheek and this time he didn't try to hide it. Duo wiped it away and pulled Quatre into a reassuring hug.
"I know. When Heero self-destructed I thought I was going to die from the pain of losing him. Just remember, I'm your best friend. Whenever you need to talk, I'm always here for you."
Quatre smiled, the first genuine smile in the past week. "Thanks, Duo."
"Anytime, buddy."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As Duo entered the room, he noticed that Heero was tossing and turning restlessly. He walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. He immediately withdrew his hand. Heat radiated from the Japanese boy's body. Duo flung the sheets aside and stared in shock at the red stain on the boy's green tank top. He carefully removed the shirt and then the bandage. The wound was bleeding again and he could see the beginning of an infection.
"Damn. It's bleeding too much."
He grabbed a towel and tried to stop the bleeding, but failed. He hurried out of the room, descending to the first floor (nearly falling down the stairs) and grabbed the phone. Quatre entered the room, wondering what the commotion was about. When he saw Duo he froze.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
"It's Heero. His wound's bleeding and starting to get infected. He's losing too much blood and I can't stop the bleeding."
His words came out frantically. He looked more afraid then Quatre had ever seen him before.
"Duo, go back upstairs and try your best to stop the bleeding," he told the frantic boy. "I'll call Sally."
Duo nodded and ran back upstairs so fast he didn't even notice Trowa standing in the doorway. Quatre looked after the boy anxiously. He could understand the fear and pain Duo was feeling right now, and for the usually fearless boy who called himself Shinagami to show his fear was an uncommon sight. Trowa walked over and took the phone from the smaller boy.
"Go make sure Duo is okay. I'll call Sally."
Quatre smiled in appreciation and hurried upstairs. Duo was trying frantically to stop the wound from bleeding, but was having little luck. Quatre could see the fear in the violet eyes.
"Duo..."
The other boy turned toward him, unshed tears glistening in his eyes.
"Quatre..." The words came out in a choked voice. "He's losing too much blood." His voice sounded a little calmer. Then the tears broke free and streamed down his face.
"He can't die. I won't let him die. He can't leave me alone. Not again. I can't go through the pain of losing him again. It nearly killed me last time. If it happened now, it would kill me."
The sight of the broken down boy nearly ripped Quatre's heart in two. But he could do nothing but sit there and watch his friend. The only thing that would ease the boy's pain would be knowing that Heero was going to be alright. He sighed. Just then Trowa came in.
"Sally is on her way."
Quatre sighed in relief. Duo wiped his face with his sleeve and turned toward them.
"Can one of you keep applying pressure to the wound? I'm going to wait for Sally."
Trowa nodded and took Duo's place. Duo hurried downstairs and waited for Sally. As soon as she arrived he hurried her upstairs.
She knelt down next to the bed and examined the wound carefully.
"Keep applying pressure until I get back."
She left the room and returned a few moments later with some rags. She soaked one of the rags in peroxide and cleaned the wound. She then proceeded to stitch the wound closed. When that was finished, she fed Heero a couple of aspirin, then turned toward the other pilots.
"Is he going to be okay?" Duo asked.
"I'm not sure. He lost a lot of blood. Almost too much blood. And his fever is pretty high. Keep him warm and make sure he takes these pills. If you do what I say, he should be okay. He'll still be pretty weak, but he'll be alive."
Duo sighed in relief. He would be okay. He collapsed against the wall.
"Duo, are you alright?" Sally asked.
He nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine." He looked over at Quatre and the blonde could see the relief in the violet eyes as a tear snaked down his cheek.
To Be Continued...