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Author's Note: Well, here's the newest chapter. It's shorter then some of the others, and I'm sorry for it x.x. Hope you still enjoy it though!
Pairings: 1x2x1, 4x3x4? No lemon, as usual. I hope you continue reading though...
Heartfelt Desires
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Twelve
Trowa emerged from Quatre's room in time to watch Heero cross the main hall and leave through the front door, jacket in hand. The tall boy knew better then to interfere with the "Perfect Soldier" at the moment, so he continued up the stairs to Duo's room. The door was closed, and he knew Sally was inside examining her. He leaned on the wall and crossed his arms, waiting.
Sally came out a few minutes later and told Trowa what she found. The poor girl was feverish and trembling, in obvious pain. But Sally didn't know what was causing it. Since there wasn't anything physically wrong with her, the pain must be deeper, beyond her reach.
"Is she all right?" The emerald-eyed boy asked with quiet concern.
Sally shrugged as she slowly closed the door to the room. "I'm not sure...she's breathing easier now, though she still has a high fever. I can tell that she's in pain, but there isn't anything wrong with her. Except for the fever, of course. I'm afraid there's not much more I can do until she wakes up...."
The silent youth nodded. "Quatre is recovering. I don't quite know what happened, but it seemed to be too much for him to bear. He's sleeping at the moment."
Sally looked at Trowa intently for a moment before responding. "Trowa...you care for him, don't you?"
The tall boy seemed to stiffen. He had spent a long time considering this question since he had met Quatre. The question was very personal, and hit him deep down but she was a friend. She could be trusted. He relaxed after a moment. "...Yes."
Sally smiled at him. "Don't worry. I'm sure he will be all right. In fact, I was just going to check on him. You should come with me. He needs all the support he can, at the moment."
Trowa watched her a moment, then nodded. Right now, Quatre was his biggest concern. True, he hoped Duo was okay, but she had Heero for comfort. Together, Sally and Trowa walked away towards Quatre's room.
They found the boy breathing regularly, though now and again a tremor rocked his body. Sally sat beside him and did some examinations while he was asleep while Trowa watched. After a few moments, she looked up at him.
"There's nothing wrong with him, as far as I can tell. The tremors come sometimes and he feels cold, but that's it. No fever, no physical wounds, nothing." She sighed with resignation. "I'm not sure what to make of it."
Trowa gazed at the sleeping blonde, at his pale face, soft, pink lips. He turned to look at Sally. "Quatre's an empath...could it be that he's feeling what Duo's feeling?"
The doctor blinked and looked back at Quatre, going over this in her mind. "Yes... yes, that could be it. It would explain both of their conditions." She looked back at him. "If that's true...then he needs someone near to his heart to comfort him. Will you watch over him?"
Trowa felt a blush rising in his face, something he never felt before. He nodded and looked back at his sleeping angel. He would do everything in his power to make him feel better.
Nearly an hour later, Quatre woke up from his unnatural sleep. The tormented thoughts and dark emotions had finally receded, but he was left weak and vulnerable. He opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was a warm presence next to him. He rolled over carefully and came face-to-face with a slumbering Trowa.
The blonde let out a small gasp of surprise and his face was flushed with a blush. He had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Here was the love of his life, lying next to him, as if it were natural. The Arabian wanted this moment to last forever so her snuggled up to the sleeping boy and closed his eyes, soon falling fast asleep.
Author's Note: Well, here's the newest chapter. It's shorter then some of the others, and I'm sorry for it x.x. Hope you still enjoy it though!
Pairings: 1x2x1, 4x3x4? No lemon, as usual. I hope you continue reading though...
Heartfelt Desires
By GW Dark Chyld
Chapter Twelve
Trowa emerged from Quatre's room in time to watch Heero cross the main hall and leave through the front door, jacket in hand. The tall boy knew better then to interfere with the "Perfect Soldier" at the moment, so he continued up the stairs to Duo's room. The door was closed, and he knew Sally was inside examining her. He leaned on the wall and crossed his arms, waiting.
Sally came out a few minutes later and told Trowa what she found. The poor girl was feverish and trembling, in obvious pain. But Sally didn't know what was causing it. Since there wasn't anything physically wrong with her, the pain must be deeper, beyond her reach.
"Is she all right?" The emerald-eyed boy asked with quiet concern.
Sally shrugged as she slowly closed the door to the room. "I'm not sure...she's breathing easier now, though she still has a high fever. I can tell that she's in pain, but there isn't anything wrong with her. Except for the fever, of course. I'm afraid there's not much more I can do until she wakes up...."
The silent youth nodded. "Quatre is recovering. I don't quite know what happened, but it seemed to be too much for him to bear. He's sleeping at the moment."
Sally looked at Trowa intently for a moment before responding. "Trowa...you care for him, don't you?"
The tall boy seemed to stiffen. He had spent a long time considering this question since he had met Quatre. The question was very personal, and hit him deep down but she was a friend. She could be trusted. He relaxed after a moment. "...Yes."
Sally smiled at him. "Don't worry. I'm sure he will be all right. In fact, I was just going to check on him. You should come with me. He needs all the support he can, at the moment."
Trowa watched her a moment, then nodded. Right now, Quatre was his biggest concern. True, he hoped Duo was okay, but she had Heero for comfort. Together, Sally and Trowa walked away towards Quatre's room.
They found the boy breathing regularly, though now and again a tremor rocked his body. Sally sat beside him and did some examinations while he was asleep while Trowa watched. After a few moments, she looked up at him.
"There's nothing wrong with him, as far as I can tell. The tremors come sometimes and he feels cold, but that's it. No fever, no physical wounds, nothing." She sighed with resignation. "I'm not sure what to make of it."
Trowa gazed at the sleeping blonde, at his pale face, soft, pink lips. He turned to look at Sally. "Quatre's an empath...could it be that he's feeling what Duo's feeling?"
The doctor blinked and looked back at Quatre, going over this in her mind. "Yes... yes, that could be it. It would explain both of their conditions." She looked back at him. "If that's true...then he needs someone near to his heart to comfort him. Will you watch over him?"
Trowa felt a blush rising in his face, something he never felt before. He nodded and looked back at his sleeping angel. He would do everything in his power to make him feel better.
Nearly an hour later, Quatre woke up from his unnatural sleep. The tormented thoughts and dark emotions had finally receded, but he was left weak and vulnerable. He opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was a warm presence next to him. He rolled over carefully and came face-to-face with a slumbering Trowa.
The blonde let out a small gasp of surprise and his face was flushed with a blush. He had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Here was the love of his life, lying next to him, as if it were natural. The Arabian wanted this moment to last forever so her snuggled up to the sleeping boy and closed his eyes, soon falling fast asleep.