Same sh** different day… still own nothing….
A/N: thank you to everyone who has stuck-out this insane story!!! I'm almost done I think…. …I'm aiming for 10 chapters, possibly an epilogue… so we're halfway there!
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(Dream Sequence)
I release Duo's body into the stagnate water and raise the 9mm to my temple. The Soldier's eyes widen I horror as he realizes I've discovered the solution.
" Goodbye, Pilot 01."
TBC …. ….
"Chapter 6 ~ Fight the Dragon"
I could no longer feel the weight of the gun in my hand; the dream had ended. Lazily, I attempted to focus my eyes against the blaring white light above. Honestly, I had expected to see angels or golden gates or perhaps fire and brimstone, however neither came. Lying motionless, I waited for the divine hands to finally reach down and take my soul to meet my love again. The minutes continued to pass and slowly I came to realize exactly where I lay. Restraints covered both my wrists, impounding my body to the abrasive hospital bed. I tested the effectiveness of each leather cuff, coming to the decision that they would be simple to remove.
As I stirred, another presence in the room made himself known. Wufei sat on the windowsill gazing out into the sunrise.
"Are you finally awake?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow.
My response was more of a pathetic groan then a coherent sentence. I watched the corners of hips mouth rise up into a smirk as he moved from his perch to my bedside. The closer his proximity, the more obvious the heavy navy circles under his almond eyes became. Always a true friend, he must have been watching over me as I fought through nightmares. But then how long was I unconscious, and where is Duo?
"Chang, where is -- ?
The intense force of the small Chinese man's fist making contact with my jaw cut me off, striking me by surprise. A small steam of blood trickled down my chin onto the pure white sheets. I could do nothing but gaze up at him in shock, the rage surfacing on his pale face.
"What the hell did you think you were doing with that gun, Yuy?"
My eyes must have been wide as saucers; however, Wufei's expression never wavered. He stood solemn; arms cross, awaiting some reply. I merely groaned and attempted to writhe free of the restraints. He moved quickly to grasp my arms and bared down on me until his nose was inches from mine. His voice slithered out in a low growl.
" When I found you three days ago you were sitting in a chair next to Duo with a gun to your head. Prior to that, you practically attacked Duo in his sleep. Please tell me there is a perfectly logical explanation for your erratic behavior the past week?"
Three days? Had I really been trapped in that nightmare that long? How am I supposed to explain everything to Wufei without him doubting my sanity? Well, from the look of things, he already does.
I looked fiercely back into his dark onyx depths but found my usual glare to be completely ineffective, probably due to the lack of emotional intensity behind it. I have no desire to stare down my co-worker, I only want to know the complete events of my dream came to life; I want to be sure Duo still lives.
I inhale deeply and give Chang Wufei the only answer that can possibly encompass the events of this past week. " I was having a nightmare."
Keeping a firm grip on my arms, he draws back sharply and narrows his gaze. " I would expect you of all people to understand that this is not the time for humor, Heero."
" Does it look like I'm amused?" I spit back, frustrated and tugging on the restraints. "Why am I tied down? More importantly, where is Duo?"
He continues to gaze at me in confusion for a moment, the releases the vice grip on my arms. Moving silently over to a chair positioned in the corner and slumping into it's curves, relaxing his stressed muscles, and massaging his wrinkled temple, all the while keeping his eyes intently on me.
Sleep keeps trying to reclaim me; my eye's heavily lidded. A heavy white haze still swirls at the edges of my vision. I struggle to focus on Wufei's sprawled body across the room.
"Wufei, what the hell is going on?"
I mean for the statement to sound demanding, but instead my weak and horse voice makes my sound like a whining, pleading child, asking for candy.
He's slightly hesitant to speak, opening his mouth abruptly and then slowly allowing his jaw to drift back to his upper lip. He reminds me of a sleeping goldfish. He slowly digests the thoughts again before clearing his throat and beginning the explanation.
" Three days ago I entered Duo's room to find you sitting, eyes closed, with a gun to your temple, mumbling something to yourself that sounded quite like 'goodbye'. In a panic, I attempted to disarm you and realized you were unconscious. The orderlies herd the scuffle and security ordered that you be restrained, under the presumption that you were a danger to yourself. … …. …."
"I wonder what the hell gave them that idea…." I murmured sarcastically to myself. Chang simply shot me an annoyed glace before continuing on.
"…. Duo is still unconscious; although the doctors assure us he's making progress. He developed a high fever a few hours after your little stunt. The doctors ran a blood test and found a bacterial infection. He most likely contracted it because of the weakened state of his immune system. He's been on antibiotics and his fever decreased rather rapidly. The doctors say he's stable, but he hasn't shown any sign of awakening."
The last sentence hit me with a mixture of emotions. Despite a few difficulties, Duo still lived and slept peacefully. The relief formed into a deep chuckle in the pit of my stomach that lightly bubbled up through my lips. My laughter was quickly accompanied by moisture forming at the corners of my eyes. The tears trickled down and mixed with the small drops of blood still seeping from my freshly split lip. Wufei stared on, eyes wide as saucers.
"Why?" I ask through the laughter and tears.
"Why what, Heero?"
"Why didn't you stay with him? Someone should be by his side incase he wakes up."
He adjusts his position, moving in the chair so that his elbows are resting on his knees and his face hides in his hands, loose strands of slick dark hair falling gently to further conceal his expression.
"Quatre's in there now… …. …. Preparing him for transport."
Transport? What the fuck? Where do they think they're taking him?! Wufei glanced up and seemed to recognize the heated question written all over my face.
"Heero, Duo's condition is stable. L7 lacks the facilities to properly care for a pashient in his condition. Quatre has generously arranged for him to be transferred to a hospital on earth that has an excellent tract record in dealing with brain injuries. Better treatment will be made available to him there."
"When are they leaving?"
Wufei stood and breathed a heavy sigh. " With in the hour."
I gawked at the massive pallid ceiling above attempting to properly grasp his words. Here I lay, incapacitated against my will with Duo shortly departing. The hell am I going to stand for this!
Rotating my left wrist just so, I dislocated the joint and began to slip free. Wufei jumped from his seat and rushed to pin me down once again.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing now?!"
"I'm going with him, Chang!" I spat back, struggling against him. A sting ran up my right arm as the IV needle that I hadn't noticed before ripped free.
"If you don't pull yourself together the only place you'll be going is a white padded room!"
I ceased to struggle and rolled my head to the side, panting.
"Heero, incase you haven't noticed you're in the psychiatric ward listed as an attempted suicide! If you fail to cooperate, they will have you committed!"
"I can easily escape!"
"Running away will only worsen the situation! No doctor is going to allow you near Duo in your current state, nor will I! Furthermore, your job as a Preventer will be put into jeopardy!"
"Well the fuck do you expect me to do?!"
Even I wasn't prepared for the desperation in my voice. My eyes pleadingly locked on his as I spoke.
" You once ask me 'How many times would you have to kill the little girl and her puppy?' and I still do not have a suitable answer. However, I think the question needs to be 'How many times must you kill yourself before you realize how important you are?'."
I turned to face him once again and he pulled back and headed for the door.
"Heero, a social worker will be stopping by this afternoon to assess your mental state. If you convince the person you are not a danger to yourself or others, then you will be released once your insurance information finishes processing. If you can't, then be prepared to spend a great deal of time sedated. I suggest you find an answer before then."
Chang Wufei turned and smugly proceeded into the hall. Leaving me with my thoughts.
TBC … …. …
Next chapter "Chapter 7 ~ Thorn in my Side" …. Heero vs. The Shrink
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