Chapter 7- Forever Dreaming
A shrill scream awoke Quatre from a fitful sleep, haunted by blood and death. He hurried out of his room and yelled out Leah's name. Relena answered him
"Quatre! Oh, god.I'm in Leah's room! Hurry!" He ran to the room where Relena sat by Leah's bed.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"She's slipped into a coma, Quatre. I don't know why. Oh, god, I can't wake her!" she sobbed. Quatre reached out to the mournful queen, but she just ran out, leaving Quatre with the still body of Leah, the only girl he had ever truly loved.
"Stop thinking like that Quatre," he scolded himself. "She's only in a coma, not dead." But tears won out over strength and he collapsed.
"Leah.you were once so full of life.now you're cold.no words escape your lips.Please, Leah.I want to hear your voice, speak to me." He picked up her hand and held it, as if the warmth of his skin would somehow warm her entire body and she would wake, wake from the endless dream she was trapped within, like he had been, except she might never wake.
He was awoken by a hand upon his shoulder trying to give him comfort. The sheet around his head was soaked with salty tears. He looked up to see Heero standing there with a strange look in his eyes. Quatre couldn't put a name to it until a tear rolled softly down the Perfect Soldier's cheek. It was sadness, and.compassion?
"How.how is she?" he asked, voice husky. "I cam as soon as I heard."
"I don't know. I've been asleep."
"You've been sleeping for over three days, Relena tells me."
"What!?"
"It's her. Leah. She has this mystic healing power. You have slept the sleep of healing. She was a Wicca, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
"She's kept me safe all these years. All my life. Kept me alive, through anything war could throw at me. Bullets, anoxia, explosions.but nothing she could have done could have prepared me for this. I've known pain before, Quatre, physical pain, but never this pain of the heart."
"How."
"She was my cousin." Quatre started, then realized that that was the reason Heero was so saddened.
"She saved me, too," he said after a while. "In a dream. But she died. In vain, I thought. The rebels were after me. I could've died, but she saved me. But I can't save her.I can't wake her up. Why can't I wake her up? Why, Heero? Why won't she wake?" he ranted dully.
"You.you love her, don't you?" Heero asked gently, in a tone quatre had never heard him use before.
"I don't know.yes, yes I do. I just want her to wake up, but she won't wake. She won't wake and I can't save her. She's been sent to a living hell, like I was, but Duo woke me. I can't wake her though...I can't.I'm powerless."
"You'll be good for her, Quatre," Heero said quietly.
"How? How can I be good for her if I can't wake her? I can't, I can't wake her up, can't do anything. She will die in vain, if she doesn't wake. I can't wake her up!"
"Quatre, it's okay. Calm down."
"No, I can't. Do you know what happened when I wipe out of reality? I woke up with blood all over my hands and I had her I.D. card in my hand. Heero, dreams and reality are no longer separated for your cousin and I. If she is killed in her dream, she may well die in the physical world. We need to wake her!"
He collapsed to the floor, grasping Leah's hand, sobbing. Heero tentatively put a hand on Quatre's shoulder, then knelt and wrapped his arms around the Arabian boy, rocking him as a mother rocks her saddened child.
"It will be all right, Quatre. We'll figure something out, don't worry. We'll get her back. I promise, Quatre. I promise." Quatre's sobs subsided but his shoulders still shook with every shaky breath he drew. Finally Quatre pulled away. Heero wiped the tears from Quatre's face and hugged him before getting to his feet. Quatre bent over Leah and kissed her gently and softly before walking silently out of the room. Hero knelt at the bedside and folded his hands, putting them to his face as if he was praying. He, too, kissed Leah's cold forehead and then left, shutting the door.
A shrill scream awoke Quatre from a fitful sleep, haunted by blood and death. He hurried out of his room and yelled out Leah's name. Relena answered him
"Quatre! Oh, god.I'm in Leah's room! Hurry!" He ran to the room where Relena sat by Leah's bed.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"She's slipped into a coma, Quatre. I don't know why. Oh, god, I can't wake her!" she sobbed. Quatre reached out to the mournful queen, but she just ran out, leaving Quatre with the still body of Leah, the only girl he had ever truly loved.
"Stop thinking like that Quatre," he scolded himself. "She's only in a coma, not dead." But tears won out over strength and he collapsed.
"Leah.you were once so full of life.now you're cold.no words escape your lips.Please, Leah.I want to hear your voice, speak to me." He picked up her hand and held it, as if the warmth of his skin would somehow warm her entire body and she would wake, wake from the endless dream she was trapped within, like he had been, except she might never wake.
He was awoken by a hand upon his shoulder trying to give him comfort. The sheet around his head was soaked with salty tears. He looked up to see Heero standing there with a strange look in his eyes. Quatre couldn't put a name to it until a tear rolled softly down the Perfect Soldier's cheek. It was sadness, and.compassion?
"How.how is she?" he asked, voice husky. "I cam as soon as I heard."
"I don't know. I've been asleep."
"You've been sleeping for over three days, Relena tells me."
"What!?"
"It's her. Leah. She has this mystic healing power. You have slept the sleep of healing. She was a Wicca, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
"She's kept me safe all these years. All my life. Kept me alive, through anything war could throw at me. Bullets, anoxia, explosions.but nothing she could have done could have prepared me for this. I've known pain before, Quatre, physical pain, but never this pain of the heart."
"How."
"She was my cousin." Quatre started, then realized that that was the reason Heero was so saddened.
"She saved me, too," he said after a while. "In a dream. But she died. In vain, I thought. The rebels were after me. I could've died, but she saved me. But I can't save her.I can't wake her up. Why can't I wake her up? Why, Heero? Why won't she wake?" he ranted dully.
"You.you love her, don't you?" Heero asked gently, in a tone quatre had never heard him use before.
"I don't know.yes, yes I do. I just want her to wake up, but she won't wake. She won't wake and I can't save her. She's been sent to a living hell, like I was, but Duo woke me. I can't wake her though...I can't.I'm powerless."
"You'll be good for her, Quatre," Heero said quietly.
"How? How can I be good for her if I can't wake her? I can't, I can't wake her up, can't do anything. She will die in vain, if she doesn't wake. I can't wake her up!"
"Quatre, it's okay. Calm down."
"No, I can't. Do you know what happened when I wipe out of reality? I woke up with blood all over my hands and I had her I.D. card in my hand. Heero, dreams and reality are no longer separated for your cousin and I. If she is killed in her dream, she may well die in the physical world. We need to wake her!"
He collapsed to the floor, grasping Leah's hand, sobbing. Heero tentatively put a hand on Quatre's shoulder, then knelt and wrapped his arms around the Arabian boy, rocking him as a mother rocks her saddened child.
"It will be all right, Quatre. We'll figure something out, don't worry. We'll get her back. I promise, Quatre. I promise." Quatre's sobs subsided but his shoulders still shook with every shaky breath he drew. Finally Quatre pulled away. Heero wiped the tears from Quatre's face and hugged him before getting to his feet. Quatre bent over Leah and kissed her gently and softly before walking silently out of the room. Hero knelt at the bedside and folded his hands, putting them to his face as if he was praying. He, too, kissed Leah's cold forehead and then left, shutting the door.