Control

Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing and its characters.

Author's note: Nothing new to report . . . except the usual: I am no doctor. So if there are any errors, remember this is all a figment of my overactive imagination. Any other knowledgeable errors were made for dramatic purposes. Oh yeah, and this fic is still a slight shounen-ai (1+2). ^_^.

Control
by Anthy

"I swear Quatre, these doctors must have way too much time on their hands or something. All day I've been poked, prodded, x-rayed, scanned, pricked, and all other weird methods or torture! Man, I swear they tried to electrocute me!" Duo groaned as he continuously flipped the buttons on the side of his bed, causing its ends to slowly rise and fall. Quatre sat in a nearby chair, his tear-stained face grinning at his friend's antics.

"Duo, please be careful! You already broke one bed today." Quatre scolded as he walked up to the bed. Snatching the remote, he set it back into a reclining position. "Besides, you need to get some rest."

"What I need is to get out of here." Duo argued as he grabbed for the remote. "I swear, if they don't get me, boredom will!" When he realized the remote was out of reach, Duo looked at his friend with large puppy-dog eyes. Quatre sighed in defeat and tossed the remote at the brown-haired pilot, who in turn resumed his bed aerobics.

"You are staying in here until the doctor's let you out." Quatre playfully scolded as he sat back in his chair. Duo stopped playing with the remote and looked at his friend. The room became silent save for the soft hum of the bed settling back into its original position.

"Um, Quatre?" he asked, his eyes slowly dropping to his lap.

"Yes, Duo?"

"Were the docs telling the truth? I mean, I will walk again, right?"

"I hope so," Quatre said, jumping from the chair and wrapping his arms around his friend. "I really hope so."

"Aw, now don't go crying again," Duo snapped playfully while slapping Quatre's arm. "Hey! Where are the others? Betcha they hate hospitals as much as I do."

"Well," Quatre explained as he settled back into his chair, "Trowa missed a day at the circus so he's working overtime, uh, Heero said he had a mission and would drop by later, and Wufei absolutely refused to come."

"Scared." Duo and Quatre both stated with a knowing nod.

"You tell Wu-man to overcome that fear and visit," Duo said between chuckles, "if not, he can forget me calling him Wufei ever again."

"Duo. . ."

"Ok, maybe on special occasions." Duo relented as he looked in the doorway, only to be greeted to the sight of a very distraught Hilde.

"Duo!" she cried as she ran to the bed and put her arms around Duo in a tight death grip.

"Hilde!" he gasped out, "What are you doing here?"

"Heero tracked me down and told me everything." Hilde explained before slapping Duo in the back of the head.

"What was that for?"

"Trying to be a hero and getting yourself paralyzed! You could have been killed, damn it!" she snapped. Taking a deep breath, Hilde relaxed and dropped a rather large bag on Duo's legs.

"Hilde! For the first time today, I'm almost grateful I didn't feel that!" Duo grumbled before eyeing the bag. "There better be something for me in that bag or I'll-"

"Some snacks," she said as she opened the bag, "a few mangas to read, and a change of clothes for when they let you out of here. In all black, of course."

"Oh, Hilde," Duo exclaimed as he threw his arms around her, "I'm so glad you came! You're a lifesaver."

"Actually, you should be thanking Heero too. He, um, well . . .helped." Hilde admitted, causing loud gasps from Quatre and Duo.

"No way!" Duo laughed.

"Mmm-hmmm, believe it. Anyway, he couldn't come cuz of some mission, but he told me to give you this." Hilde said as she handed him a small scrap of paper.

"What does it say?" Quatre asked. Duo unfolded the scrap and read silently before refolding it and placing it in a nearby drawer.

"Nothing," Duo murmured, his face breaking into a small smile, "nothing at all."


To Be Continued. . .

Author's Note: Another short chapter! *dodges flying furniture* I'm really, really sorry, but it's Hell Week in the theatre and I'm really strapped for time. (excuses, excuses, Anthy ) I promise more soon. Thank you so much for all the support and keep on reviewing! ^_^