Heero's POV
I was quite pleased with myself. I finished everything I needed to with time to spare. I got up and stretched, thinking about Duo. I hadn't really meant to be so mean to him before, but he just urks me sometimes. But he knew that I loved him, so I figured I could just go and make it up to him. I headed out the bedroom door, only to be greeted with a sight that churned my stomach. There was blood everywhere. On the floor, on the walls, even a little on the white couch we had in the living room. I panicked.
I searched the apartment. There were no signs of Duo inside, and it didn't look like there was a struggle. I put two and two together and I was frightened. There was so much blood. I found a trail of blood and followed it to the door leading to the apartment building's hallway. There was a big bloody handprint where Duo had evidently put his hand to steady himself. I quickly grabbed a coat and followed the easily seen blood trail.
The whole time I followed the trail, I kept thinking to myself, why didn't Duo tell me, although, I already knew why. I had been so harsh to him, so cold. I yelled at him and told him to leave. He had probably tried to tell me when he let out that little whimper, but I had thought at the time he was just trying to gain my attention.
I looked down at my hands. I had them clenched so tightly that my nails had dug into my palms, making them bleed. But I didn't attempt to stop myself. I deserved the pain. What if he didn't make it to wherever he was headed to? He'd be dead, probably somewhere in an alley where he decided would be a good place to curl up and die. Damn, the only important person in my life could possibly be dead because of me. But if he was dead, how could I live with myself?
I shook my head and continued on the trail. The bloodstains on the ground were getting bigger. I found myself wondering how someone could just walk over all the blood and continue on their way. Was it that they didn't see it, or was it that they couldn't deal with the fact that yet another person was going to become a statistic? I swore to myself that if I found that Duo was dead, I'd first kill the few people who failed to notice his body and then kill myself. I know, it's a gruesome thought, but seriously, Duo was – is- the light of my life.
If it hadn't been for Duo, I probably would have self-destructed my Gundam several times over. He was the one who gave me a reason to live. He loved me. He was the one who managed to make me use my emotions again because he loved me. And in turn, I loved him back, with all my heart. But, still, after all the emotions I was able to show, love was the hardest. I know I didn't show him enough how much he meant to me, but I figured he knew it. I suppose I figured it wrong, otherwise he would have told me of his injury.
I kept following that blood trail. But then it came to a stop. My heart broke. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I wanted to make someone hurt as much as I did. But at the same time I was relieved. There was no body where the trail stopped. I was relieved with the fact that I didn't have to look at his body yet. What made my heart break though, was the big puddle of blood against the wall of a building and on the ground next to it. That meant that Duo really had given up and had actually found a place to curl up and die.
I sat down and I actually did start to cry. I wasn't sobbing or anything. I just let the tears fall, not attempting to wipe them away. I was hurting badly. Not physical pain, but pain of the heart. My Duo had given up, knowing he didn't have a chance by himself. It shouldn't have happened I screamed to myself. Duo shouldn't have had to do this alone. I should have been with him.
I was mentally beating myself up, berating myself, before I realized that Duo wasn't necessarily dead yet. There was no body here, which meant that someone actually did help him. Maybe someone took him to the hospital. Maybe he was still alive.
With newfound hope, I stood up, wiped the tears form my eyes and headed toward the nearest hospital. With each step, I quickened my pace, until I arrived at the hospital at a running speed. I hesitated only a second before entering the hospital. I hated hospitals. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because of the people I've ever come to know, eventually end up in the hospital because of me. I cringed at the thought. Duo was here because of me. Maybe he deserved better than someone like me.
I shook that thought away quickly as a nurse came up to me and asked if she could help me with something. I told her that I was looking for Duo Maxwell. I didn't mean to sound so pleading, but that's the tone of voice that ended up coming out. I was pleading, you could say. I was pleading that someone, anyone had brought in my beloved Duo and that he was alive and he was going to live.
The nurse smiled at me. I suppose she understood what I was feeling. She led me to a room. When I entered, my heart was filled with joy and at the same time, I was filled with despair. There was Duo, alive, and hooked up to the many machines in the room. He looked like he was sleeping, but he was so pale. I wanted to go and hold him, but I kept myself from doing so when I finally noticed the other person in the room.
Her back was turned toward me, but I recognized who she was. No one I knew had a hairstyle like she did. Her blond hair was tied in two odangos with long streamers of hair hanging from them. In my mind's eye I could see her large blue eyes that were filled with such emotion as she looked upon Duo in the past. And remembering that, I then noticed the fact that the girl was holding Duo's hand, MY Duo's hand. My eyes narrowed. I couldn't help but growl at her.
"Usagi!"