Telling You
By Hayley
Disclaimer: I do not own GundamWing...
Chapter 6
Sorry if Quatre is a little ooc in this chapter but I needed him to react in this way!
This chapter is dedicated to Dark Vampire because all her reviews have boosted my confidence!
It was at least 12 hours before Quatre woke up. Sally had visited several times and Trowa still sat next to the bed, keeping his vigilance over the blonde. Now, everyone waited for Quatre's explanation.
"Trowa." The blonde whispered. "I'm so sorry., I wanted to tell you but every time I set my self on doing so, you were either out on a mission or I would have to go on one, or.,"
"Quatre, calm down I'm not agree with you it's me who should be apologising!"
"Why, you've done nothing wrong, I did, I should have told you." Quatre said confused.
"Quatre before you say anything I want to tell you something."
"What is it?" Quatre asked concerned, while moving to sit up from his laying down position on the bed.
Looking up at him, Trowa sighed.
"The other day, I found one of your syringes and a vile of insulin."
Quatre looked surprised.
"So you knew, why didn't you say something then?"
"Because you weren't here, you were out on that mission with Duo, and I., I didn't know what was in the vile at the time." Trowa explained.
Quatre continued to stare at Trowa; even through the taller boy was now looking at his clasped hands in his lap.
"What illness did you think I had then?"
"I., I didn't think you had an illness, well not really, I talked to the others about it and.,"
"Didn't Duo tell you?" Quatre interrupted.
"I didn't talk to Duo!"
The truth suddenly dawned on the blonde.
"You thought I was taking drugs!" He whispered. "How could you think that?"
Quatre stood up from the bed and started to pace around the room, while Trowa watched from where he was sitting.
"Quatre I.,"
"I can't believe you think that I would do something like that!"
"Quatre."
"No YOU listen for a minute" he began to yell. "Not only is taking drugs against my religion but it would go against everything I have trained for, everything I am!"
Trowa looked down at the floor.
"How could I concentrate on being a GUNDAM PILOT if I was taking something like that?"
His yelling had brought the other pilots running into the room.
"Q, what's up?" Duo called out as he came face to face with the yelling blonde boy, who was storming around his bedroom in nothing more than his boxers.
"They found my medication the other day when we were out on a mission, and they thought that I was taking drugs!"
"Well what did you expect us to think?" Wufei demanded, "Trowa came down stairs with a syringe and vile in his hands asking if we knew what they were, you hadn't told us about your diabetes so how were we supposed to know!"
Sighing in defeat Quatre slumped to the floor in a corner of his room.
"I know." He whispered. "It's just I didn't want you all worrying about me, it was bad enough with just Duo knowing!"
"Oh," Said Duo running out of the room "That reminds me!"
A few seconds later, he was back with Quatre's insulin.
"We need to check you sugar level."
Quatre groaned audibly.
"And I guess you guy's need to know how to do it right," Duo said glancing at the other three pilots while advancing on Quatre. "Cause he always forgets to do it himself and so he ends up in situations like he had to day!"
"I refuse to play guinea-pig just so you all can all annoy me later with constantly making sure that I checked my blood sugar!" Quatre stated, while edging away from the approaching Duo.
"Quatre we just worry about you." Trowa said quietly, getting up from the bed and walking towards the blonde, who was still trying to keep away from Duo.
"I know you worry," Quatre groaned, "And It's annoying as hell with just Duo asking me every five minutes how I feel, and constantly hovering over my shoulder watching what I eat, but now, with all four of you." He trailed off into a sigh. "Fine, get it over and done with then."
The rest of the pilot's day was taken up with lessons on how to check Quatre's sugar level and exactly how much insulin to give him, along with what he could and couldn't eat.
While Quatre spent the day moaning, complaining that he would never be alone again, and that he would be constantly followed, annoyed and hovered over for the rest of his life.
"Quit complaining Q." Duo said after the days lessons had concluded. "At least now you won't have to worry about forgetting to take your insulin with you all the time."
"Huh?" Quatre asked from his comfortable chair on the other side of the living room.
"Everyone else will remember it for you." Duo grinned.
"Stop annoying him Duo!" Trowa said as he entered the room, and crossed over to where Quatre was sitting.
"MAXWELL!" Came a loud yell from up stairs.
"Uh oh, I think Wufei found the pink hair dye I left for him in the shampoo bottle, gotta run!" And with that Duo raced out of the room.
"How are you feeling?" Trowa asked kneeling next to the chair that Quatre was in.
"Oh for Allah's sake, I'm fine!"
"Really?"
"If you ask me again I'm going to scream!"
"Promise?" Trowa whispered, before pressing his lips to Quatre's.
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I finished yay., ok that was slightly longer than I expected it to be but things never turn out the way I plant them to anyway!
Thanx for reading and please review.
By Hayley
Disclaimer: I do not own GundamWing...
Chapter 6
Sorry if Quatre is a little ooc in this chapter but I needed him to react in this way!
This chapter is dedicated to Dark Vampire because all her reviews have boosted my confidence!
It was at least 12 hours before Quatre woke up. Sally had visited several times and Trowa still sat next to the bed, keeping his vigilance over the blonde. Now, everyone waited for Quatre's explanation.
"Trowa." The blonde whispered. "I'm so sorry., I wanted to tell you but every time I set my self on doing so, you were either out on a mission or I would have to go on one, or.,"
"Quatre, calm down I'm not agree with you it's me who should be apologising!"
"Why, you've done nothing wrong, I did, I should have told you." Quatre said confused.
"Quatre before you say anything I want to tell you something."
"What is it?" Quatre asked concerned, while moving to sit up from his laying down position on the bed.
Looking up at him, Trowa sighed.
"The other day, I found one of your syringes and a vile of insulin."
Quatre looked surprised.
"So you knew, why didn't you say something then?"
"Because you weren't here, you were out on that mission with Duo, and I., I didn't know what was in the vile at the time." Trowa explained.
Quatre continued to stare at Trowa; even through the taller boy was now looking at his clasped hands in his lap.
"What illness did you think I had then?"
"I., I didn't think you had an illness, well not really, I talked to the others about it and.,"
"Didn't Duo tell you?" Quatre interrupted.
"I didn't talk to Duo!"
The truth suddenly dawned on the blonde.
"You thought I was taking drugs!" He whispered. "How could you think that?"
Quatre stood up from the bed and started to pace around the room, while Trowa watched from where he was sitting.
"Quatre I.,"
"I can't believe you think that I would do something like that!"
"Quatre."
"No YOU listen for a minute" he began to yell. "Not only is taking drugs against my religion but it would go against everything I have trained for, everything I am!"
Trowa looked down at the floor.
"How could I concentrate on being a GUNDAM PILOT if I was taking something like that?"
His yelling had brought the other pilots running into the room.
"Q, what's up?" Duo called out as he came face to face with the yelling blonde boy, who was storming around his bedroom in nothing more than his boxers.
"They found my medication the other day when we were out on a mission, and they thought that I was taking drugs!"
"Well what did you expect us to think?" Wufei demanded, "Trowa came down stairs with a syringe and vile in his hands asking if we knew what they were, you hadn't told us about your diabetes so how were we supposed to know!"
Sighing in defeat Quatre slumped to the floor in a corner of his room.
"I know." He whispered. "It's just I didn't want you all worrying about me, it was bad enough with just Duo knowing!"
"Oh," Said Duo running out of the room "That reminds me!"
A few seconds later, he was back with Quatre's insulin.
"We need to check you sugar level."
Quatre groaned audibly.
"And I guess you guy's need to know how to do it right," Duo said glancing at the other three pilots while advancing on Quatre. "Cause he always forgets to do it himself and so he ends up in situations like he had to day!"
"I refuse to play guinea-pig just so you all can all annoy me later with constantly making sure that I checked my blood sugar!" Quatre stated, while edging away from the approaching Duo.
"Quatre we just worry about you." Trowa said quietly, getting up from the bed and walking towards the blonde, who was still trying to keep away from Duo.
"I know you worry," Quatre groaned, "And It's annoying as hell with just Duo asking me every five minutes how I feel, and constantly hovering over my shoulder watching what I eat, but now, with all four of you." He trailed off into a sigh. "Fine, get it over and done with then."
The rest of the pilot's day was taken up with lessons on how to check Quatre's sugar level and exactly how much insulin to give him, along with what he could and couldn't eat.
While Quatre spent the day moaning, complaining that he would never be alone again, and that he would be constantly followed, annoyed and hovered over for the rest of his life.
"Quit complaining Q." Duo said after the days lessons had concluded. "At least now you won't have to worry about forgetting to take your insulin with you all the time."
"Huh?" Quatre asked from his comfortable chair on the other side of the living room.
"Everyone else will remember it for you." Duo grinned.
"Stop annoying him Duo!" Trowa said as he entered the room, and crossed over to where Quatre was sitting.
"MAXWELL!" Came a loud yell from up stairs.
"Uh oh, I think Wufei found the pink hair dye I left for him in the shampoo bottle, gotta run!" And with that Duo raced out of the room.
"How are you feeling?" Trowa asked kneeling next to the chair that Quatre was in.
"Oh for Allah's sake, I'm fine!"
"Really?"
"If you ask me again I'm going to scream!"
"Promise?" Trowa whispered, before pressing his lips to Quatre's.
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I finished yay., ok that was slightly longer than I expected it to be but things never turn out the way I plant them to anyway!
Thanx for reading and please review.
