Groaning, Duo pushed Deathscythe Hell faster and took down another five
mobile suits, hoping that since it was taking this long for Trowa and
Quatre to get Heero and Cathy out of the base, that things weren't going
too badly. They had no reason to be this late or take this long, and he
and Wufei were having trouble holding it on their own. He knew now how the
others felt when he'd first gone to help Heero escape. Only then, they had
three gundams fighting, now there were just two. "Ya know.... if they're
doing this to prove a point.... then I got it. I was slow in gettin' Heero
out.... but this just sucks..."
"Stop whining Maxwell, just keep them from winning." Breathing slightly heavily, he forced Nataku to keep battling and dodging, quickly taking down another three dolls. He was getting fairly worried himself with the prolonged wait. Ears picking up the familiar voice, Wufei listened to Trowa's update on his intercom, a grin pulling at his lips. "If you bother to take any longer in your missions, we might as well just give up now..."
Trowa listened through his headset, running behind Quatre as they made their way toward the escape and protectively cradling his friend in his arms. "We had a little trouble Wufei, get ready to secure the escape, then I'll grab Heavyarms and demolish this damned place once and for all. Heero's been severely injured so I'll need you and Duo to watched out for Quatre and Sandrock when they leave, Cathy will be with them too."
Duo listened to his friend's voice, hearing a round of gunfire being exchanged and fearing for his friends but he kept battling. "Can do, you guys okay there?"
Receiving Quatre's nod but frowning slightly at the blood that began to soak the shirt over his upper arm, Trowa continued. "Nothing we can't handle. Duo, get to the exit now because we're almost there and if anything does happen, Heero might not make it through this."
Biting his lower lip, Wufei took care of the doll that the young American was preoccupied with and made sure that he made it quickly to the exit. "What did they do to him?"
Bursting through the door and smiling at seeing Deathscythe Hell guarding the escape jeep with his shields open, he sighed and watched Quatre jump into the back before he gently handed over his friend. Cathy lay, barely conscious herself, in the front passenger seat. "We were too late to stop it from happening again, but we got there in time to give him enough hope to keep fighting for life. Right now though, he needs to get to the hospital." Shifting the jeep in gear, he sped from the base and toward the distance where the other two gundams awaited.
Cursing inwardly, Wufei felt his need for battle renewed and fought with a great strength, fueled by his fury for what had had to happen again to Heero. He knew that life wasn't fair, but this was just down-right pathetic. "Then Duo, you help Quatre and Sandrock get out of here and Trowa and I can take care of the base. Protect them with your life Maxwell or I swear..."
"I got it Wufei, don't worry man. Nothin's goin' to happen to them, I promise." Smiling, he was surprised to see the warrior taking to another in such a way. Ironically it was to Heero, but things had changed. Looking over Deathscythe's shoulder, he saw that Quatre and Sandrock were ready, Heavyarms moving with Trowa towards Wufei and taking down suit after suit. "You guys take care, we'll meet ya at the hospital, the both of ya." Kicking off and into the air, he flew backwards and kept his eyes on the battle, turning and staying close to Quatre and guarding him after they were out of firing range.
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Sighing deeply, Quatre leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes to the light of the hospital corridors. He and Duo had been there for a while, Cathy was sleeping in the next room and Heero was still being tended to. Trowa and Wufei arrived only an hour before and both were exhausted, but extremely worried. "This wasn't supposed to have happened again..." Rubbing softly around the area where he'd been hit with another bullet, he felt his sore arm tense under the movement.
Nodding, Trowa looked back over to his friend. "Some things should never happen, but sadly enough, they do all the time."
Looking at the door again to Heero's room, Duo gave a soft growl and stood. "God, how much longer does it seriously take!? If they're planning on pissing me off, they've done a good job!" "Sit down baka, they're making sure our watashi no otoko is okay, he's suffered a lot. I will tie you to that chair and gag you Maxwell, don't think I'm joking." Wufei called as he laid his head in his hands.
Each of the boys ceased their talking though and jumped up, eyes alert and their minds ready for anything as the doctor exited the room.
"How's he doing?" Duo asked softly, looking past the older woman and into the room. Heero lay on the bed, IV's running into his arms as his chest rose and fell with deep breaths, each from the respirator. The swelling around his eye and his cheeks had gone down drastically, leaving only a visible bruise that would last for a while yet. His arms, that were visible from under the blanket, were wrapped all the way up to his elbows, or so he could tell. The same white wrap was bandaged around his throat. Biting his tongue, Duo turned back to face the doctor.
Taking in a deep breath herself, the older woman began. "There are large areas of extensive bruises covering his body, though most are seen around his mid abdomen area and the lower waist. He has four broken ribs and two more are fractured. By the looks of it, they're almost all bruised as well, so there wasn't much of a need to count. There was quite a loss of blood from the previously made and poorly stitched incision, but he also bled from fairly extensive internal damage done to the anal area. There was also great bruising done to the waist and penile area. That, and semen that was left by the other man from the rape. Sadly, it's not uncommon to get rape victims in here, and it's not only the females that are raped and males aren't always raped by women either. There were deep cuts in his wrists and ankles which will leave rather visible scars, but it didn't damage any of the veins that greatly so he didn't lose a lot of blood and it didn't ruin the ligaments just above the heels so he'll be able to walk without problem after he heals." Looking at the shock and despair in their eyes, she continued with her diagnosis, receiving even greater shocked looks that she still had more to tell. "There was fairly good scarring in his shoulders and neck along with yet more bruising and he'll be rather reluctant to move too much or use his arms, the muscle was somewhat damaged too. Yet other than also being greatly dehydrated, undernourished, and extremely exhausted, we couldn't find anything else."
Duo didn't even bother to close his mouth, for after the first couple of diagnostics, he was just shocked. All that? "Holy shit..." Turning his eyes to Heero again, he swallowed and bit his lower lip. His little buddy had to go through all that alone, and that was just the medical terms talking. He can't even begin to imagine what hell Heero had actually experienced.
Wufei nodded solemnly, turning from the doctor and looking at the others. "For once Duo, I agree. And that's all you found?"
Quatre watched her look back at her clipboard and think, he knew it couldn't be all. "Oh dearest God, what'd we let happen to him?"
Trowa remained silent, closing his eyes and holding his little brother's journal in his hands tightly. He'd let that happen, everything. To his sister, he'd let her get beaten and then yet she received more when they were on their way to the base, and everything that had happened to Heero, it was his fault. Then to add to all that, everything he let happen to the circus and the rest of his family. Family, such a void word to use then and there. They shunned him now, they surly wouldn't call him a son or brother. Not any longer, nor would they take a second to rethink their feelings. "There's something you sound like you're forgetting."
Letting the diagnosis come to her, she scanned over her charts and nodded. "Yes, I missed one more thing. There was also a sloppy incision made to his lower throat, yet they knew where they were aiming. By the way it was cut, your brother won't be able to use his voice or speak again, not verbally. His vocal chords were destroyed and if it had been a clean cut, they may have healed back together but not now."
"Can we go in now?" The American's voice was hopeful yet his eyes were depressed and forlorn.
"You can, he won't be waking up for a while though, that I can assure you."
Sighing, Quatre gently pushed past the doctor and headed into the room, sitting quietly and faithfully by Heero's side. "We're going to take care of you now, it's okay, we're here now..."
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"Stop whining Maxwell, just keep them from winning." Breathing slightly heavily, he forced Nataku to keep battling and dodging, quickly taking down another three dolls. He was getting fairly worried himself with the prolonged wait. Ears picking up the familiar voice, Wufei listened to Trowa's update on his intercom, a grin pulling at his lips. "If you bother to take any longer in your missions, we might as well just give up now..."
Trowa listened through his headset, running behind Quatre as they made their way toward the escape and protectively cradling his friend in his arms. "We had a little trouble Wufei, get ready to secure the escape, then I'll grab Heavyarms and demolish this damned place once and for all. Heero's been severely injured so I'll need you and Duo to watched out for Quatre and Sandrock when they leave, Cathy will be with them too."
Duo listened to his friend's voice, hearing a round of gunfire being exchanged and fearing for his friends but he kept battling. "Can do, you guys okay there?"
Receiving Quatre's nod but frowning slightly at the blood that began to soak the shirt over his upper arm, Trowa continued. "Nothing we can't handle. Duo, get to the exit now because we're almost there and if anything does happen, Heero might not make it through this."
Biting his lower lip, Wufei took care of the doll that the young American was preoccupied with and made sure that he made it quickly to the exit. "What did they do to him?"
Bursting through the door and smiling at seeing Deathscythe Hell guarding the escape jeep with his shields open, he sighed and watched Quatre jump into the back before he gently handed over his friend. Cathy lay, barely conscious herself, in the front passenger seat. "We were too late to stop it from happening again, but we got there in time to give him enough hope to keep fighting for life. Right now though, he needs to get to the hospital." Shifting the jeep in gear, he sped from the base and toward the distance where the other two gundams awaited.
Cursing inwardly, Wufei felt his need for battle renewed and fought with a great strength, fueled by his fury for what had had to happen again to Heero. He knew that life wasn't fair, but this was just down-right pathetic. "Then Duo, you help Quatre and Sandrock get out of here and Trowa and I can take care of the base. Protect them with your life Maxwell or I swear..."
"I got it Wufei, don't worry man. Nothin's goin' to happen to them, I promise." Smiling, he was surprised to see the warrior taking to another in such a way. Ironically it was to Heero, but things had changed. Looking over Deathscythe's shoulder, he saw that Quatre and Sandrock were ready, Heavyarms moving with Trowa towards Wufei and taking down suit after suit. "You guys take care, we'll meet ya at the hospital, the both of ya." Kicking off and into the air, he flew backwards and kept his eyes on the battle, turning and staying close to Quatre and guarding him after they were out of firing range.
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Sighing deeply, Quatre leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes to the light of the hospital corridors. He and Duo had been there for a while, Cathy was sleeping in the next room and Heero was still being tended to. Trowa and Wufei arrived only an hour before and both were exhausted, but extremely worried. "This wasn't supposed to have happened again..." Rubbing softly around the area where he'd been hit with another bullet, he felt his sore arm tense under the movement.
Nodding, Trowa looked back over to his friend. "Some things should never happen, but sadly enough, they do all the time."
Looking at the door again to Heero's room, Duo gave a soft growl and stood. "God, how much longer does it seriously take!? If they're planning on pissing me off, they've done a good job!" "Sit down baka, they're making sure our watashi no otoko is okay, he's suffered a lot. I will tie you to that chair and gag you Maxwell, don't think I'm joking." Wufei called as he laid his head in his hands.
Each of the boys ceased their talking though and jumped up, eyes alert and their minds ready for anything as the doctor exited the room.
"How's he doing?" Duo asked softly, looking past the older woman and into the room. Heero lay on the bed, IV's running into his arms as his chest rose and fell with deep breaths, each from the respirator. The swelling around his eye and his cheeks had gone down drastically, leaving only a visible bruise that would last for a while yet. His arms, that were visible from under the blanket, were wrapped all the way up to his elbows, or so he could tell. The same white wrap was bandaged around his throat. Biting his tongue, Duo turned back to face the doctor.
Taking in a deep breath herself, the older woman began. "There are large areas of extensive bruises covering his body, though most are seen around his mid abdomen area and the lower waist. He has four broken ribs and two more are fractured. By the looks of it, they're almost all bruised as well, so there wasn't much of a need to count. There was quite a loss of blood from the previously made and poorly stitched incision, but he also bled from fairly extensive internal damage done to the anal area. There was also great bruising done to the waist and penile area. That, and semen that was left by the other man from the rape. Sadly, it's not uncommon to get rape victims in here, and it's not only the females that are raped and males aren't always raped by women either. There were deep cuts in his wrists and ankles which will leave rather visible scars, but it didn't damage any of the veins that greatly so he didn't lose a lot of blood and it didn't ruin the ligaments just above the heels so he'll be able to walk without problem after he heals." Looking at the shock and despair in their eyes, she continued with her diagnosis, receiving even greater shocked looks that she still had more to tell. "There was fairly good scarring in his shoulders and neck along with yet more bruising and he'll be rather reluctant to move too much or use his arms, the muscle was somewhat damaged too. Yet other than also being greatly dehydrated, undernourished, and extremely exhausted, we couldn't find anything else."
Duo didn't even bother to close his mouth, for after the first couple of diagnostics, he was just shocked. All that? "Holy shit..." Turning his eyes to Heero again, he swallowed and bit his lower lip. His little buddy had to go through all that alone, and that was just the medical terms talking. He can't even begin to imagine what hell Heero had actually experienced.
Wufei nodded solemnly, turning from the doctor and looking at the others. "For once Duo, I agree. And that's all you found?"
Quatre watched her look back at her clipboard and think, he knew it couldn't be all. "Oh dearest God, what'd we let happen to him?"
Trowa remained silent, closing his eyes and holding his little brother's journal in his hands tightly. He'd let that happen, everything. To his sister, he'd let her get beaten and then yet she received more when they were on their way to the base, and everything that had happened to Heero, it was his fault. Then to add to all that, everything he let happen to the circus and the rest of his family. Family, such a void word to use then and there. They shunned him now, they surly wouldn't call him a son or brother. Not any longer, nor would they take a second to rethink their feelings. "There's something you sound like you're forgetting."
Letting the diagnosis come to her, she scanned over her charts and nodded. "Yes, I missed one more thing. There was also a sloppy incision made to his lower throat, yet they knew where they were aiming. By the way it was cut, your brother won't be able to use his voice or speak again, not verbally. His vocal chords were destroyed and if it had been a clean cut, they may have healed back together but not now."
"Can we go in now?" The American's voice was hopeful yet his eyes were depressed and forlorn.
"You can, he won't be waking up for a while though, that I can assure you."
Sighing, Quatre gently pushed past the doctor and headed into the room, sitting quietly and faithfully by Heero's side. "We're going to take care of you now, it's okay, we're here now..."
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