13
Heero staggered down the street, his hands stained with blood that trailed behind him. He arrived home that evening. Duo heard the doorbell ring, and put down the dish he was washing. He went through the living room, where Trowah and Wufei sat on the couch and Quatre sat right in front of the TV. He walked the hall's few paces and opened the door. Heero, clutching his wounds, fell into the house.
"Oh, God Heero!" the other guys came when they heard something plop down inside. Duo and Wufei carried him to the couch. Quatre called an ambulance. Trowah went for some gauze. Heero was pale, his arm and side pained.
"The ambulance'll be here soon!" Quatre alerted. Heero tried to grunt that he was fine (of course), but Wufei knocked him out so he'd shut up.
The paramedics arrived, treated Heero, and confined him to his bed. When he regained consciousness, Heero made his friends promise not to tell Relena. He passed out from the morphine. Trowah, Wufei, and Duo wondered why the secrecy.
"That's what happens to people in love," Quatre explained. The guys looked at him.
"He's got it bad," Duo muttered.
"Especially considering she hasn't done him yet," Trowah added.
"He doesn't want her to—what?" Quatre looked at Trowah in shock. "Heero doesn't care about that, Trowah."
"The hell he doesn't," Duo agreed, "He's a man, isn't he?"
"Well, yeah but—"
"But nothing, Quat," Trowah interrupted, " he still wants some, no matter how superhuman he is."
"What a guy," Duo said in admiration.
"What a fool," Wufei returned. During the next two days, Heero's room became a frenzied traffic area, mostly so he could be fed (also so Quatre could do a little cleaning). It was on the second day that Heero had divine inspiration.