WARNINGS - Angst (by the shovel full!), shounen ai (Guyxguy), OOC Heero (Make that OOC everyone!), Heero torture, hints of NCS (Non-consensual sex, rape), abuse of Wufei's name, foul language (*Gasps* Oo, shocking!), bastardised Dr. J, violence (Hmm probably should have included that in the last chapter, ne?), fluffiness and darkness (But I guess that's been there all along!)
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"Heero? Heero, can you hear me?" Duo's voice rose frantically as the Japanese boy stared blankly at the wall. The Deathscythe pilot had taken Wufei's bike and headed straight for Sally's medical centre. When he had arrived he had practically throttled some random intern until the poor kid told him exactly where Heero was. Duo had then raced through the halls, blindly knocking aside any who got in his way until he reached Heero's door. He dove inside and skidded to a halt, as the Wing pilot seemed totally unaware of his presence. Sally's people had taken care of Heero as promised. His frail frame was wrapped in white bandages and Duo grimaced to see how much weight his partner had lost. His head was also swathed with the bandages, discoloured flesh shown where they did not cover. His left arm was in a sling. Duo stooped so that he could look Heero in the eye and was shocked to see that Heero looked straight through him. Prussian blue eyes, which Duo had seen cold and determined, warmed with love, hurt and agonised, were now totally dead. The American had thought that Heero's eyes were empty when he had first rejected him but now he realised he had only seen the tip of the iceberg. There was no hint of the sharp, brutal and intelligent pilot behind those glassy eyes.
Desperately Duo called to Heero again and again, he grabbed the uninjured arm of his friend and shook him, still he gained no response. Tears formed in violet eyes as he shook Heero harder and still there was nothing. The Japanese boys head snapped backwards and forwards as Duo's sheer desperation grew. After what seemed like a lifetime people surged into the room, pulling Duo away from the figure on the bed and restraining him. Sally's calm faced hovered before his vision, she murmured calming words and lay a gentle hand on his shoulder. Eventually Duo's semi-hysteria wound down, his breathing evened out and reason returned to his gaze. Sally led him firmly out of the room, a backward glance showing him that the medical staff were now fussing over Heero. He allowed the woman to steer him into a waiting room and sit him down on a large comfortable sofa. She called to an intern to fetch Duo a warm drink and the two sat in silence for a moment. Eventually Duo gathered his courage and murmured quietly, "What's wrong with him?"
* * *
Trowa, Quatre and Wufei sat around the dining room table sipping on tea contemplating the situation as best they could.
"Heero's been gone for four hours now," Trowa stated almost casually. Quatre turned cornflower blue eyes on him, knowing that his lover was worried. The uni-banged boy had revealed the entire situation to the other boys after Wufei and Quatre had demand to know what was going on. All three were concerned about Heero's mental well being, given the unusual characteristics he had been displaying over the last few days.
"Do you want me to see how he is?" Quatre asked quietly as surprised emerald and onyx eyes were turned to him.
"I thought you had a limited range?" Wufei demanded. The blonde looked up at him with sad blue eyes.
"I do, but I can extend it to find one person," The Arabian revealed. Wufei and Trowa raised their eyebrows in surprise. Trowa spoke.
"Do it."
* * *
Duo's violet eyes were wide and sick with disbelief as Sally told him all she knew.
"He's been like this since I found him," she said quietly. "His stats reveal that although he is conscious he is bordering on becoming catatonic. I had the chance to monitor Heero once before and when comparing that data with what we have discovered the differences are drastic. The only theory that we have at this time is that he is in a severe state of shock but none of the traditional remedies seem to be helping." She paused for breath, watching with sympathy in her eyes as Duo ran his hand through his bangs and looked up at the ceiling with desolation in his eyes.
"There is a method which has been successful in cases such as this before, but it has rarely been successful," Sally warned seeing the hope in the young pilots eyes. "It involves you talking to him, I mean properly, not shaking him, do you think you can do that?" Duo nodded, swallowing thickly, he would do all he could to help.
* * *
Quatre gripped the edge of the table and let his eyes drift shut. Trowa and Wufei watched on anxiously, not sure what to expect. The blonde breathed deeply, in and out in a steady rhythm, as he narrowed his world to focus on his heartbeat. Slowly he reached for a prussian blue strand of light that was connected to his heart and followed it. His soul raced across the miles that separated his body and Heero's. A small warning signal flashed in his mind but he set it aside as he neared Heero. Opening his astral eyes he gazed at Heero's still form, pushing away the fact that the strong blue thread had decayed to black. Slowly stepping forward Quatre Winner entered the body of Heero Yuy. This was the ultimate intimacy and violation, it revealed to the empath every emotion that passed through the Japanese boys heart.
Empty, void, hollow, nothing . . .
Quatre screamed.
* * *
"Heero?" Duo peeked into Heero's room anxiously to find the boy lying back on his bed, eyes open and fixed on nothing. He walked into the room and sat on the chair which had been placed at Heero's bedside. He had never had a problem with talking, it was something he could do without thinking but now, when his friend's life was on the line, there were no words. Reaching forward tentatively Duo brushed his hand over Heero's cheek, tears once more gathering in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, once those first words had fallen they flowed freely from his mouth. He revealed everything to catatonic boy before him. His past, his fears, his feelings. "I love you."
Heero's slim frame convulsed on the bed, his eyes rolling back into his head, thin limbs thrashing wildly. Panicked Duo yelled frantically for help as he tried to restrain his comrade and found out that although Heero had lost weight he still packed a punch. Cradling his injured face the braided boy stumbled backwards as Sally and her team of medics rushed in and tried to restrain the pilot.
"He's having a seizure!" Sally called and proceeded to shout out orders to hold down and make sure Heero didn't swallow his tongue. Eventually the seizure died down and the staff stepped away with relief.
* * *
"Quatre!" Trowa yelled, if the situation hadn't been so serious Wufei would have been amazed at the amount of emotion held in the stotic boys' voice. As it was the Chinese boy made himself busy putting into practise the medic skills which had been ingrained in his training. The blonde convulsed in Trowa's arms, his blue eyes moving rapidly behind closed eyelids. As the Arabian's skin took on a blue tinge Wufei snatched him from Trowa's arms and lay him on the floor.
"We have to clear his airways," The Nataku pilot explained as he forced Quatre's mouth open. "Call Sally!" He ordered, knowing Trowa wouldn't hesitate when Quatre's life was on the line. Using his entire body weight Wufei held the blonde down, ensuring he didn't harm himself. Slowly the convulsions began to wind down but Wufei still applied his weight. In the background he could hear Trowa's voice, calm but with an undercurrent of fear, as a breathless Sally Po answered the vid-phone.
"Sally, we have a situation."
To be Continued . . .