Chapter Two: Place of Birth
The day was very beautiful in the colony, yet Heero really wasn't paying attention to that. He knew that his origin was from the L-1 colony, so this is where he would start. The best way to trace his own life, was to start at the very beginning- his birth. There were about 100 hospitals all over the colony and any one of them could have been his place of birth. Dr. J had disappeared after the war, presumably dead, so there would be no help from him. Heero decided that the best way to start was to just go to the nearest hospital and check out the records. The nearest hospital was the Katan Hospital, which was only a few blocks away. As Heero walked along, he sunk into his thoughts. "Is there anyway that I just came out of nowhere?" he kept thinking, "why is this bothering me, I'm the perfect soldier who cares where I came from." Yet he knew that he wouldn't be content until he knew every little detail of his life before becoming the perfect soldier. He quietly entered the hospital glancing about to see if he might be able to take any sense of familiarity with it. He didn't, the tiles were pink and cold and the walls were off white. There were a few comfortable green chairs in the waiting area, but he called his attention away from that. Presently, a nurse walked up to him.
"How may I help you?" she asked sweetly. He turned his head to look at her, she had wavy blond hair and emerald green eyes. Heero merely mumbled in reply. She sighed and took a more casual tone, "Look, this is my job, but personally, you look so lonely here I'd like to help you with whatever you need."
He glared at her and decided to answer, "I want to know whether I was born here."
The nurse sighed, "Well, that's an odd question but I'll try to help you, tell me your name and your birthday."
"I wasn't born with a name, at least I'm not aware of it," Heero answered trying to stay as emotionless as possible.
"Well, alright then, when were you born and maybe I can check the records of nameless babies born on that date," she smiled. Heero almost smiled as well, he hadn't ever heard of a nameless baby.
"My birthday," he thought, he had never been told that he had one, never ever thought of celebrating it. All he knew was that he was about 15, no wait that was last year, so he was about 16 years old. "I don't know that either," he whispered.
"Well, then, we've hit a brick wall," the nurse sighed pushing back her sunshine hair, "would you at least give me something to call you?"
"If you want to call me something, then you may call me Heero," he answered looking away from her gaze.
"Well, then Heero, my name is Allana, I am interning here to hopefully become a real nurse," she smiled. Then, something came to her, perhaps she could help this young man. "Heero, what if I did some blood testing on you to see if your DNA matches that of any of the babies born here?" she asked kindly.
Heero turned to look at her, there's was nothing stopping him, "Sure why not."
The day was very beautiful in the colony, yet Heero really wasn't paying attention to that. He knew that his origin was from the L-1 colony, so this is where he would start. The best way to trace his own life, was to start at the very beginning- his birth. There were about 100 hospitals all over the colony and any one of them could have been his place of birth. Dr. J had disappeared after the war, presumably dead, so there would be no help from him. Heero decided that the best way to start was to just go to the nearest hospital and check out the records. The nearest hospital was the Katan Hospital, which was only a few blocks away. As Heero walked along, he sunk into his thoughts. "Is there anyway that I just came out of nowhere?" he kept thinking, "why is this bothering me, I'm the perfect soldier who cares where I came from." Yet he knew that he wouldn't be content until he knew every little detail of his life before becoming the perfect soldier. He quietly entered the hospital glancing about to see if he might be able to take any sense of familiarity with it. He didn't, the tiles were pink and cold and the walls were off white. There were a few comfortable green chairs in the waiting area, but he called his attention away from that. Presently, a nurse walked up to him.
"How may I help you?" she asked sweetly. He turned his head to look at her, she had wavy blond hair and emerald green eyes. Heero merely mumbled in reply. She sighed and took a more casual tone, "Look, this is my job, but personally, you look so lonely here I'd like to help you with whatever you need."
He glared at her and decided to answer, "I want to know whether I was born here."
The nurse sighed, "Well, that's an odd question but I'll try to help you, tell me your name and your birthday."
"I wasn't born with a name, at least I'm not aware of it," Heero answered trying to stay as emotionless as possible.
"Well, alright then, when were you born and maybe I can check the records of nameless babies born on that date," she smiled. Heero almost smiled as well, he hadn't ever heard of a nameless baby.
"My birthday," he thought, he had never been told that he had one, never ever thought of celebrating it. All he knew was that he was about 15, no wait that was last year, so he was about 16 years old. "I don't know that either," he whispered.
"Well, then, we've hit a brick wall," the nurse sighed pushing back her sunshine hair, "would you at least give me something to call you?"
"If you want to call me something, then you may call me Heero," he answered looking away from her gaze.
"Well, then Heero, my name is Allana, I am interning here to hopefully become a real nurse," she smiled. Then, something came to her, perhaps she could help this young man. "Heero, what if I did some blood testing on you to see if your DNA matches that of any of the babies born here?" she asked kindly.
Heero turned to look at her, there's was nothing stopping him, "Sure why not."