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 will eventually be shounen-ai (1+2 mostly). ^_^.
Control
by Anthy
Duo knew that today was special the second
he woke to the sound of water hitting his window. He had practically begged the nurse to crack open the
window. He rarely saw rain—at least
the natural, made-by-Earth kind.
"It's supposed to storm all day," the nurse
groaned. "You'll probably get some good light shows. Well, Dr. Beacon should be stopping by in a while . . . she
sounded very optimistic on the phone."
Duo could barely hear her as he stared in
deep fascination at the view outside his window. He kept getting distracted by the nurse, who after sticking
a temperature-reading device in his ear was now inspecting his IV.
"Is your friend coming by?" the nurse
asked, making various notes on Duo's chart.
"Quatre?" Yeah, he comes by every day," he
replied as she began to check his blood pressure.
"Oh, you make it sound like you've been in
here forever," she mused as she finished her morning check. "It's only been a
week and I wasn't talking about him, you know who, that Mr. Strong and Silent
type. Haven't seen him in a
while. Don't tell me I scared him
off."
Duo grinned at the thought. The nurse shrugged and left to finish
her rounds. Duo turned of the
light over his bed and looked out the window.
The outside world seemed to be blanketed in
a light fog, everything in many different shades of gray. The steady fall of raindrops seemed to
melt in the gray fog; only the sound of them hitting the Earth could be
heard. Every now and then
brilliant flashes of light would be seen, followed by a deafening rumble that
would rival any cannon blast. The
rain began to fall heavier, large drops could be seen from the filtered
daylight. Suddenly, a large lightning
bolt cut through the sky in front of Duo's window, followed by a loud crash of
thunder.
"Fighting the good fight, eh, Nature?" Duo
grinned as he closed his eyes. "Just don't try and one up Wing's cannon, you
wouldn't have a chance." As in retort, a larger and brighter line broke through
the clouds. "Stand corrected."
"Hey Duo." Quatre warily said as he flopped
down in his usual chair. The blond Arabian's hair was plastered to his head,
his tan khakis damp from the knee down. A large umbrella fell from his hand causing a large wet slapping sound
on the floor. "Why are you sitting
in the dark?"
"You can see outside better this way. Isn't it beautiful?"
"It sure is," Quatre admitted, "as long as
you don't have to be in it. Any news?"
"Nothing." Duo shrugged as he turned around
to face his friend. "No tests, anything, just more of the same. The rain stopped."
"I see." Quatre sighed. He was probably
more frustrated than Duo, and he was so tired. In the past week he barely slept, and he spent all his
waking hours at Duo's beside or convincing the other pilots to visit. But they wouldn't. Not even Heero; when he returned from
his mission he marched straight into his room and locked the door. Trowa never visited the mansion. He remained at the circus, unexpected
crowds his excuse. Only Wufei was
honest. When Quatre had approached
him, Wufei exploded.
"I don't want to go back there and see him laid up like that! He doesn't even pretend to be happy anymore, and when he does it's pathetic. It's not fair, they say he may walk, and then they say he may not. Then the tests . . . I'm. Not. Going."
Quatre looked at his friend, looking so
small in the oversized hospital gown, his long brown hair in desperate need of
a brush, but what always made Quatre want to cry were Duo's eyes. Those once bright and vibrant violet eyes
were now listless and dull. Duo's
seemed to sink into the bed, as if the paralysis spread to his upper body as
well. Most of the time Duo would
just lay there and stare at the walls, his still cheery voice resonated in
Quatre's ears as a cruel lie. Hilde's
gifts where scattered on the bedside table, untouched. Occasionally Duo would look to the
table's drawer and a small smile would cross his lips, but he never moved.
"Quatre?" Duo asked, slightly lifting his
head off the pillow. "You spaced out on me . . . when was the last time you
slept?"
"December." Quartre replied as they both
laughed. It was faked, but they
both felt it would make the other feel better. There was a quick knock on the door as Dr. Beacon walked
in. She was a young for a surgeon,
but she happened to be the best in the area.
"Hi Duo," she said as she walked up to his
bed. "Quatre. How are you guys doing today?"
"Hey Mavis!" Duo exclaimed as he leaned
back into the pillows. Dr. Beacon
gave him a playful-stern look, and then looked to a very confused Quatre. "He finds my name to be hilarious."
"No, I find your parents to be hilarious."
Duo said through a yawn. "Mavis."
"Duo." Quatre scolded as he turned to the
doctor. "Any news?"
"As a matter a fact, I do. The swelling in your back has gone done
considerably and this last set of tests showed that . . ."
Duo couldn't believe what she was telling
them. It just didn't make
sense. This was supposed to be his
special day and this was not what he wanted to hear. As he listened to her continue, he felt the fear grow deeper
in his spine. He didn't like the
wary smiles on their faces and he didn't want to hear another word. Closing his eyes, Duo did the only
thing he could think of doing. . .
He screamed.
To
Be Continued. . .
Author's
Note: More soon!
The other pilots don't show up until the next chapter.