'What's wrong with them? Why didn't they help?' Heero signed in a
questioning haze, yet anger, it was the only way he could speak and he did
so with a passion, for now he was pissed off.
Taking only a few minutes to realize what he'd just said, Duo shook his head. "I'm not sure buddy. That's a question I'd like the answer to too." Turning to face the crowd, Duo spoke to them and glared. "Why the hell did all of you just stand there when he needed help? Were you just going to let Trowa bleed to death and watch him?"
Swallowing, Zita stepped forward. "I-I'm sorry. One minute, he was claiming how lucky we were and then.... it's not natural to see him in so much pain, we were all just scared..."
"Just scared? Just scared? Forgive me for using your name Lord, but Jesus Christ! You were scared that he was in so much pain and *could* have died but you watched him slip from life anyway like brainless zombies?! Does anyone else see anything totally fucking wrong with that picture?!" Releasing his anger, Duo yelled at the rest of the crowd.
Placing his still bandaged hand on Duo's shoulder, the silent youth urged him to calm down. Stepping before him, he only mouthed the words, "Trowa will be fine, calm down." Then to the crowd, he asked with his hands, if anyone could understand him. Zita only took another step forward at this.
Hanging her head and throwing her gaze to the ground, the young circus performer nodded. "I understood all of what you just said Heero. I can interpret for you."
Nodding, he turned and scanned the crowd, finding the shocked manager and stepping up to his side. Catching his eyes, Heero slowly began.
Without hesitation, Zita repeated softly everything that Heero was saying, her head still hanging but her eyes on him. "He asks, why do we still shun Trowa when he hasn't done anything wrong. Why we didn't help him or try to understand what he was feeling?"
Raising his eyes to the boy and standing from his seat on the crate, he answered. "We are a peaceful circus, its people don't fight in the war and the more we fight, the longer this war, death, pain, and hatred will last. He has also lied to us constantly, and if he were to stop fighting and having told us, we could have forgiven. I won't have those who will hide secrets from me and are untrustworthy in this circus."
Staring back at him, Heero only shook his head. What was wrong with these people?
Zita quickly picked up the signing and repeated at his fast, angered movements and gestures. "Why don't you see that he didn't want to fight? He never meant to lie to you nor become attached, but he finally found some place where he belonged and there were those that cared for him. He did it to protect you, so you never became involved in the war. If anything, it was my fault for staying here that let all this happen, you were never meant to be drug into this. Trowa only brought me here until I was well so that I could heal and try and live a normal life, after everything that happened. He was trying to help me and trying to help you by keeping who he was a secret.
There are those out there who do not understand words, they only understand the need to fight and if we don't fight to settle this, it *will* continue. He has to fight as we do, because we are the only ones that can see that this is all wrong and we are the only ones who should have to suffer the horrors of war and the pain.
You've never had to feel the emptiness within you, hear repeated screams and see the faces of those you kill as they're dying, just so you can live to kill again and try and stop a needless war. You've never had to relive each nightmare, night after night, day after day. We have. We each lost our homes, our families, and most of the time, ourselves. This is his home, and you, his family. This is all he's ever known and it's more than a lot of us have.
If you let little things like this keep you from seeing the truth, then you'll be blinded for the rest of your life. This is far from right and I have stood by long enough and watched others get hurt and let them take on everything alone. I will no longer. Try and forgive him, families don't split up with such little things like this, and you are one and he is a part of your's whether you want to admit it or not. And right now, he's blaming all of this upon himself and he's tired and weak. After what just happened, he could have very well died too. Stop being so selfish and see that. Think about it." Closing her eyes when he'd finished, she blinked back the tears that filled her eyes. She knew just how much Trowa could have truly died there, and she wasn't sure if he'd even made it to the hospital. Yet, it wasn't just the words that were translated that struck her, it was the passion and anger and protectiveness that he signed with.
Turning away from them and to Duo, he only nodded and picked up the stuffed animals that needed to be tended to and began to walk toward Cathrine's trailer. He was sick of having to put up with those stubborn people and he needed something to keep his mind focused on until they heard word from Quatre or Wufei.
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Watching over Trowa's unconscious form, Quatre sat next to his bedside. They'd given him a blood transfusion and now he was on IVs and breathed with the help of the respirator. The doctors told them that if he'd lost even an ounce more of blood, he would surly have died. He was also very lucky that the wooden frame of the booth wasn't any heavier, for even a gram more of weight and his spinal cord would have been snapped, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. They'd had to cap the part of the bone that had been chipped with metal since they weren't able to replace the small pieces of bone. This would prevent him from being pained throughout the rest of life. They'd stitched up the gash and were surprised to find that the organs were only bruised but the sudden blow had caused him to spit up some blood. All he needed now was a great amount of rest and relaxation so he could heal. "The things he gets himself into. He's becoming as bad as Heero."
Grinning softly, Wufei stood and looked out the window. It'd been at least three hours since they'd arrived at the hospital and the others knew about Trowa. They were all relieved that he was fine, but were thanking the stars for all they were worth when they heard about how much of a difference there was between critically fatal and just barely making it through. "Sadly enough, he is."
Yawning, Quatre looked down at his blood stained shirt and hands, realizing that he'd yet cleaned it off of them. "How did the others take it?"
"They're glad he's all right and praising the heavens that those little factors were just as they were, that the booth wasn't any heavier and that we got here in time. Duo said that Heero practically went off on the others, Zita translated for him. After that, Cathrine lost it and they had fun calming her down." Watching the Arabian youth in slight curiosity, he nodded toward the small sink in the room.
Standing with a grin, Quatre only walked to it and began to wash the blood from his hands, knowing it will never truly disappear as the other blood stains from his victims of the war didn't. No matter how he tried to clean it from his hands, they were always stained with blood, most of it innocent blood. Drying his hands on his pants legs, he only turned and looked out the window, catching the once more, magnificent sunset along the horizen. "I'm going to be ever so grateful when this war is finally over."
Nodding, the young warrior thought about his previous question. "Until Heero awoke and returned to his normal self, I'd been trying to decide what we were going to do. Cathrine told us about reading his journal if anything should happen to him and what I found was that he wanted but feared the end of the war. He wanted to end just as we did, but feared being alone and without a home. That the rest of us would just leave him. Now he's capable and all, yet something still tells me that he doesn't want to be alone after this war. That we'll still have to deal with it. But the question is, how?"
Laughing softly, Quatre only replied gently. "It's something that will bother us and come to be, yes, but in time. We just need to take life one step at a time."
Taking only a few minutes to realize what he'd just said, Duo shook his head. "I'm not sure buddy. That's a question I'd like the answer to too." Turning to face the crowd, Duo spoke to them and glared. "Why the hell did all of you just stand there when he needed help? Were you just going to let Trowa bleed to death and watch him?"
Swallowing, Zita stepped forward. "I-I'm sorry. One minute, he was claiming how lucky we were and then.... it's not natural to see him in so much pain, we were all just scared..."
"Just scared? Just scared? Forgive me for using your name Lord, but Jesus Christ! You were scared that he was in so much pain and *could* have died but you watched him slip from life anyway like brainless zombies?! Does anyone else see anything totally fucking wrong with that picture?!" Releasing his anger, Duo yelled at the rest of the crowd.
Placing his still bandaged hand on Duo's shoulder, the silent youth urged him to calm down. Stepping before him, he only mouthed the words, "Trowa will be fine, calm down." Then to the crowd, he asked with his hands, if anyone could understand him. Zita only took another step forward at this.
Hanging her head and throwing her gaze to the ground, the young circus performer nodded. "I understood all of what you just said Heero. I can interpret for you."
Nodding, he turned and scanned the crowd, finding the shocked manager and stepping up to his side. Catching his eyes, Heero slowly began.
Without hesitation, Zita repeated softly everything that Heero was saying, her head still hanging but her eyes on him. "He asks, why do we still shun Trowa when he hasn't done anything wrong. Why we didn't help him or try to understand what he was feeling?"
Raising his eyes to the boy and standing from his seat on the crate, he answered. "We are a peaceful circus, its people don't fight in the war and the more we fight, the longer this war, death, pain, and hatred will last. He has also lied to us constantly, and if he were to stop fighting and having told us, we could have forgiven. I won't have those who will hide secrets from me and are untrustworthy in this circus."
Staring back at him, Heero only shook his head. What was wrong with these people?
Zita quickly picked up the signing and repeated at his fast, angered movements and gestures. "Why don't you see that he didn't want to fight? He never meant to lie to you nor become attached, but he finally found some place where he belonged and there were those that cared for him. He did it to protect you, so you never became involved in the war. If anything, it was my fault for staying here that let all this happen, you were never meant to be drug into this. Trowa only brought me here until I was well so that I could heal and try and live a normal life, after everything that happened. He was trying to help me and trying to help you by keeping who he was a secret.
There are those out there who do not understand words, they only understand the need to fight and if we don't fight to settle this, it *will* continue. He has to fight as we do, because we are the only ones that can see that this is all wrong and we are the only ones who should have to suffer the horrors of war and the pain.
You've never had to feel the emptiness within you, hear repeated screams and see the faces of those you kill as they're dying, just so you can live to kill again and try and stop a needless war. You've never had to relive each nightmare, night after night, day after day. We have. We each lost our homes, our families, and most of the time, ourselves. This is his home, and you, his family. This is all he's ever known and it's more than a lot of us have.
If you let little things like this keep you from seeing the truth, then you'll be blinded for the rest of your life. This is far from right and I have stood by long enough and watched others get hurt and let them take on everything alone. I will no longer. Try and forgive him, families don't split up with such little things like this, and you are one and he is a part of your's whether you want to admit it or not. And right now, he's blaming all of this upon himself and he's tired and weak. After what just happened, he could have very well died too. Stop being so selfish and see that. Think about it." Closing her eyes when he'd finished, she blinked back the tears that filled her eyes. She knew just how much Trowa could have truly died there, and she wasn't sure if he'd even made it to the hospital. Yet, it wasn't just the words that were translated that struck her, it was the passion and anger and protectiveness that he signed with.
Turning away from them and to Duo, he only nodded and picked up the stuffed animals that needed to be tended to and began to walk toward Cathrine's trailer. He was sick of having to put up with those stubborn people and he needed something to keep his mind focused on until they heard word from Quatre or Wufei.
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Watching over Trowa's unconscious form, Quatre sat next to his bedside. They'd given him a blood transfusion and now he was on IVs and breathed with the help of the respirator. The doctors told them that if he'd lost even an ounce more of blood, he would surly have died. He was also very lucky that the wooden frame of the booth wasn't any heavier, for even a gram more of weight and his spinal cord would have been snapped, leaving him paralyzed from the waist down. They'd had to cap the part of the bone that had been chipped with metal since they weren't able to replace the small pieces of bone. This would prevent him from being pained throughout the rest of life. They'd stitched up the gash and were surprised to find that the organs were only bruised but the sudden blow had caused him to spit up some blood. All he needed now was a great amount of rest and relaxation so he could heal. "The things he gets himself into. He's becoming as bad as Heero."
Grinning softly, Wufei stood and looked out the window. It'd been at least three hours since they'd arrived at the hospital and the others knew about Trowa. They were all relieved that he was fine, but were thanking the stars for all they were worth when they heard about how much of a difference there was between critically fatal and just barely making it through. "Sadly enough, he is."
Yawning, Quatre looked down at his blood stained shirt and hands, realizing that he'd yet cleaned it off of them. "How did the others take it?"
"They're glad he's all right and praising the heavens that those little factors were just as they were, that the booth wasn't any heavier and that we got here in time. Duo said that Heero practically went off on the others, Zita translated for him. After that, Cathrine lost it and they had fun calming her down." Watching the Arabian youth in slight curiosity, he nodded toward the small sink in the room.
Standing with a grin, Quatre only walked to it and began to wash the blood from his hands, knowing it will never truly disappear as the other blood stains from his victims of the war didn't. No matter how he tried to clean it from his hands, they were always stained with blood, most of it innocent blood. Drying his hands on his pants legs, he only turned and looked out the window, catching the once more, magnificent sunset along the horizen. "I'm going to be ever so grateful when this war is finally over."
Nodding, the young warrior thought about his previous question. "Until Heero awoke and returned to his normal self, I'd been trying to decide what we were going to do. Cathrine told us about reading his journal if anything should happen to him and what I found was that he wanted but feared the end of the war. He wanted to end just as we did, but feared being alone and without a home. That the rest of us would just leave him. Now he's capable and all, yet something still tells me that he doesn't want to be alone after this war. That we'll still have to deal with it. But the question is, how?"
Laughing softly, Quatre only replied gently. "It's something that will bother us and come to be, yes, but in time. We just need to take life one step at a time."