It all started with a slight light headedness, then hyperactivity followed.
It was an unstoppable force, one that ate away at the matter of one's soul.
It was the evil freezy pop overdose, which can never be reversed.
The symptoms are unmistakeable, and the addiction, the longing for the
coolness, the blissful artificial flavouring are unstoppable. Once an addict
to this powerful substance, always an addict.
Trowa stared off into space at the hospital wall, chuckling lightly as
the freezy pop took control of his senses. The world as he knew it blurred
around the edges, then came sharply back into focus. His eyes were glazed
by the time the nurse came to inform him of Quatre's state. Trowa lost all
sense of time, as well as conciousness, in that cheap puke yellow metal
hospital seat... The world drifted away like a leaf on a slow moving river.
****************************************************************************
Quatre woke with a start as he recognized his surroundings to be that of
his designated hospital bed, where he regularly showed up.
After attempting to rise, Quatre realized the futility and decided to wait
for either a nurse, or Trowa to come and get him. Again, he drifted into
a comatosed state, reviewing the past few days of bliss with his best friend,
the freezy pop(s).
****************************************************************************
Duo was delivering some IV tubes when he noticed the slumped form of a boy,
roughly his age, in a vacant hallway... He realized that this was no ordinary
boy after a brief inspection, but Trowa oblivious to his surroundings. A look
of peace was spread like peanut butter[sorry, man... i couldn't help it:)]
on his slack face, uneven and unreal.
"Dumbass..." With that, Duo lifted his unconcious friend and took him to the
main desk where he set him down, told a shocked nurse to do something useful,
and walked back to his trolley with said goods.
After depositing his delivery and receiving the proper amount of credits, Duo
left the hospital, shaking his head and chuckling all the while...
****************************************************************************
At that moment in time, Wu-fei was beating the (pardon my english) crap out of
one of his students who had believed him to be a push-over and had challenged
him to a fight. Obviously, Wu-fei was kicking the guy's butt because he had
been trained in the fighting arts early on and was now a master. The lack-
wit had not noticed this, but should have seeing as Wu-fei wouldn't be running
a Dojo if he wasn't a master. Obviously, he must at some point realize that.
But we won't tell him because it is kind of nice for Wu-fei to get another
victory under his belt. Sadly, he is to be interupted, but in another chapter.
****************************************************************************
the last part sucked... so sue me... i was tired out from writing the
rest of the stuff... ahhaha:)
by the way, GUNDAM DON'T BELONG TO ME!!
It was an unstoppable force, one that ate away at the matter of one's soul.
It was the evil freezy pop overdose, which can never be reversed.
The symptoms are unmistakeable, and the addiction, the longing for the
coolness, the blissful artificial flavouring are unstoppable. Once an addict
to this powerful substance, always an addict.
Trowa stared off into space at the hospital wall, chuckling lightly as
the freezy pop took control of his senses. The world as he knew it blurred
around the edges, then came sharply back into focus. His eyes were glazed
by the time the nurse came to inform him of Quatre's state. Trowa lost all
sense of time, as well as conciousness, in that cheap puke yellow metal
hospital seat... The world drifted away like a leaf on a slow moving river.
****************************************************************************
Quatre woke with a start as he recognized his surroundings to be that of
his designated hospital bed, where he regularly showed up.
After attempting to rise, Quatre realized the futility and decided to wait
for either a nurse, or Trowa to come and get him. Again, he drifted into
a comatosed state, reviewing the past few days of bliss with his best friend,
the freezy pop(s).
****************************************************************************
Duo was delivering some IV tubes when he noticed the slumped form of a boy,
roughly his age, in a vacant hallway... He realized that this was no ordinary
boy after a brief inspection, but Trowa oblivious to his surroundings. A look
of peace was spread like peanut butter[sorry, man... i couldn't help it:)]
on his slack face, uneven and unreal.
"Dumbass..." With that, Duo lifted his unconcious friend and took him to the
main desk where he set him down, told a shocked nurse to do something useful,
and walked back to his trolley with said goods.
After depositing his delivery and receiving the proper amount of credits, Duo
left the hospital, shaking his head and chuckling all the while...
****************************************************************************
At that moment in time, Wu-fei was beating the (pardon my english) crap out of
one of his students who had believed him to be a push-over and had challenged
him to a fight. Obviously, Wu-fei was kicking the guy's butt because he had
been trained in the fighting arts early on and was now a master. The lack-
wit had not noticed this, but should have seeing as Wu-fei wouldn't be running
a Dojo if he wasn't a master. Obviously, he must at some point realize that.
But we won't tell him because it is kind of nice for Wu-fei to get another
victory under his belt. Sadly, he is to be interupted, but in another chapter.
****************************************************************************
the last part sucked... so sue me... i was tired out from writing the
rest of the stuff... ahhaha:)
by the way, GUNDAM DON'T BELONG TO ME!!