Disclaimer: Same as Chapter One!
"White Walls"
Chapter Thirteen
By Magic
"Ugh....arrrg....what in the...?" Though pilot 02 wasn't normally completely coherent in
the morning, his rambling seemed to be past the land of the inaudible and on into the valley
of the inconceivable. Luckily, Heero was there to translate for the confused nurse who was
standing next to Duo's hospital bed.
"He feels fine. There is no need for any anesthetic." Pilot 01 motioned the nurse
towards the door. She was glancing back between Heero and the patient in the bed with
an uncertain look upon her naive face.
"But....are you sure? He doesn't sound as if he's feeling all that great." She stopped
right before she exited the room.
"He'll be perfectly fine, I assure you," the blonde patient told her with a toothy smile.
The one motioning her towards the door crossed his arms and nodded. "And if he
starts complaining, we'll just beat the whining out of him."
The nurse laughed nervously as if she was unsure whether that should be taken as a
joke or not and fled from the room as if they were all staring at her like she was diner
(which none of them were for they had all eaten half of the hospital's jell-o already that
morning and were quite full).
Wufei's lip curled up in annoyance as he watched the young nurse take off down the
hallway. "I thought she'd never leave. Since when did being ditzy and a woman become
prerequisites for working at a hospital?" Quatre shook his head in amusement as if to point
out that pilot 05 was in luck that Hannah wasn't in the same room with them at the moment,
since the blonde believed that his friend would enjoy keeping all of his male organ's intact.
The braided one who was sprawled out on the bed next to Quatre groaned again
and finally opened his cobalt blue eyes just enough so that he could review his
surroundings.
"I feel as if I've been hit by a bus...no...not a bus...I've been hit by Hannah after she
hasn't had her caffeine...for a week." He moved his hand so it rested on his forehead in a
vain attempt to lessen his pounding headache. "Make that a month."
"You did make yourself the human punching bag of a raging psychopath. You
couldn't even fight back yourself. You just took it. Like a wom–"
"That's enough, Wufei," Quatre interrupted, his voice oddly stern partly because they
had a lot of things to discuss and also because he didn't feel so well himself. "We all need
to review what has happened and decide on a plan for the future."
Heero leaned up against the gleaming white walls of the hospital room and his
Persian blue eyes ran over the normalcy of the street out the window. "Funny how there's a
war going on, and yet no one seems to have noticed." An ironic smile twisted its way up his
lips.
"Now, Heero, I don't–"
"Where the hell is Trowa?" Duo asked, a tinge of worry in his voice. He was now
sitting propped up on his elbows and looked out at the three others in the room. This was
the first time that he was awake enough to take anything in (which was partially the reason
that everyone had waited to have this talk; there was also the fact that they were too busy
getting the nurses to bring them extra helpings of green jell-o: pancakes and green jell-o, a
gundam pilots dream diet).
The other three turned their heads towards the bandaged pilot (it was all that Wufei
and Heero could do not to burst out laughing; with all of his wounds, Duo had the air of a
black and blue mummy in a very horrible horror movie). Quatre figured that he should
speak first so that the other two start something about Duo's appearance.
"He's in the room with Hannah and Trinity." The air in the room all of a sudden
became heavy; Duo wasn't sure what to make of it and so inquired as to why they all didn't
come in to this room. He, having been out in la-la land ever since Nadir had taken
everything out on him, hadn't a clue what had happened through out the rest of the night.
"How did we even get out of there?!" Duo finished his long inquiry with, his voice
raising at the end as he was getting annoyed at being "out of the loop".
Quatre looked over to Wufei, Wufei to Heero, but Heero was staring out of the
window still at the hot dog stand across the street and didn't notice the change at all. Wufei
realized that Heero wasn't going to play the glancing/pointing/you tell him 'game', so he
reversed it and went back to looking at Quatre. The blonde sighed and figured that he was
going to have to be the one to retell it all.
"First off, Duo, Nadir is dead, and–"
"Dead!?" Mr. Redundant shot straight up in his bed. His movement caused a
pained expression to flood his face, and he realized that any sort of movement at that time
probably wasn't the best idea at all.
Quatre took a deep breath; he was going to have to say it all within one breath if
they were going to get anywhere as he was sure Duo would interrupt every second and a
half. "Yes, dead. After Trinity saved you from certain death, she disarmed Nadir where
upon which he stabbed her in the leg and flung her out of the window–"
"Wha--?!"
"–Hannah managed to get out of her bonds and her and Trowa set off for the
garage, but on the way they were attacked and Hannah ended up taking a really hard blow
from the ceiling on her head, and she hasn't exactly woken up yet an–"
"So that's why they aren't in here!" Thank you, Mr. Obvious.
"–d so Wufei, Heero, and I went off to see if we could help Trinity out, but we actually
ended up being to late–"
Duo opened his mouth as if to say something, and then snapped it shut. During this
time, Quatre had to pause to take a breath before he continued, and the room momentarily
filled with a heavy silence (or dramatic pause–which ever way you want to look at it).
"Trinity had already," Quatre tried to find the right wording for the brunette's actions,
"taken care of the threat."
More silence ensued before Quatre finished. "And we dragged her and ourselves to
the garage where we found Trowa waiting with both you and Hannah looking pretty bad in
the backseat of the vehicle." He hung his head. "We're still not sure on Hannah's status at
the moment. She hasn't stabilized yet."
The Braided One did his best impression of a sea bass; his mouth hung open, eyes
wide, and his arms made funny wavy motions at his side as he attempted say something,
but everything that he thought of to say didn't sound right after he ran it through his head.
Finally, he stopped his fishyness and mustered up the gall to ask, "How is Trinity taking all
of this?"
Heero turned towards his fellow pilot and declared, "She wont talk about what
happened between Nadir and her, and she's pretty shaken up that Hannah isn't doing
well."
"And she throws the pillows at you when you try to get near her."
"Actually," Quatre clarified," I believe that's just you, Wufei, and that really isn't much
of a change in behavior."
"She called the nurse in and required that one of the doctors castrate me as well.
That girl hasn't got an ounce of sanity left in her," the Chinese pilot spat.
Duo smirked and replied,"Then she's obviously doing just fine. The same as usual."
He added, with a hint of mockery,"Not that there would have been anything for the nurses to
remove anyway."
"You're nothing but a brainless twit, Maxwell!" Wufei growled. "You don't even
understand the graveness of war enough to be serious for five minutes. There's not an
ounce of sense left in that mesh of hair that you–"
"Hey now!" Duo sat back up, slowly as to not cause too much pain. "Them's fightin'
words! You get over here, and I'll show you who's the brainless twit, you kung fu fool!"
"All of you be quite." Heero's deep voice rang through the room which again gave
way to silence. "We're not here to name call or start fights that we couldn't win even if we
tried–"
"Hey now, Yuy!" Duo's outcry was silenced by the death glare Heero shot over at the
wounded pilot.
"Heero's right, everyone. The most important thing right now is our plan for the
future. Nadir is dead, and we still have no further clues to go on to find out who is leading
this war. The war is our first priority, and right now there is nothing that we can do about it in
the situation we have been given. The second thing that we have to decide on," Quatre's
face became even more serious as he continued, "is what is going to be done about Trinity
and Hannah."
"They've served their purpose," Wufei declared in a matter-of-fact manner. "Trinity is
no longer of any use to us as her connection with the war has ended." He stood up out of
the chair he had been sitting in. "We no longer have any reason to stay around them any
longer."
"Wufei," Quatre's light blue eyes had grown large with his friend's bluntness of
impartial feelings towards the two,"surely you can't mean that." But Wufei's face held it's
seriousness, and Quatre slowly realized what he was saying.
"Why involve them in a war that has nothing to do with them directly any longer?"
Heero was staring straight at his blonde friend on the bed and taking in Quatre's reaction.
"They're not meant for the battlefield."
"Yes, but..."Quatre's hands formed fists as he stared back into Heero's, then
Wufei's eyes. "We can't just leave them completely alone. They have no where to go now.
Nadir's followers will be looking for them, especially Trinity, and I just wouldn't feel right
leaving friends out on the streets without any protection!" He faced Duo. "What do you
think?"
Duo's face became very pensive, a very weird expression for the usually
thoughtless one. "I think we should stay with them briefly until they get on their feet, and then
leave once we figure out what exactly we're going to do about this war."
"Maybe one of the brain cells in that mess have actually come to life," Wufei chided
from across the room where he now stood.
"Bring it on, Wu-wu! You know, I think Hannah has had an effect on your come
backs. They're starting to take on a feminine style to 'em."
Wufei was saved the trial of thinking up a good comeback as Trowa picked that
moment to walk into the door. The banged pilot stood for just a second, large circles under
his green eyes as if he had been staying awake for many long hours, which, the other pilots
suddenly realized, he had been. He was the one who had decided to watch Hannah's
progression and inform everyone when something happened, and that had been three
days ago. He hadn't slept more than a quick nap or two a day for that span of time, and it
was starting to take it's toll.
His face suddenly came to life if only just a little. "The doctor said that she could
wake up any moment now. Her brain patterns have stabilized, and it looks as if she might
be coming back." The four in the room exchanged glances, and Wufei and Heero dashed
for the door leaving Quatre and Duo to figure out their own way to make it to the girls'
room.
***
She didn't exactly know where she was, but it was warm and inviting, so much unlike the
place she had just been. Where had she just been? Oh, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered
now. She felt safe as if the very air around her was hugging her close; nothing could hurt
her here. A vision of a sharp explosion flooded her vision, but she quickly pushed it away.
She wasn't going back to that for sure. The white walls of her room were very comforting,
and the floor seemed to be very soft and squishy. Particularly for concrete.
She felt the ground with her hand and realized that the ground wasn't ground at all,
but many Chex pieces that she was sitting on. I must have spilled them everywhere, she
mused as she plucked a white square piece out of the thousands that lay around her. Now,
if only I had some caffeine.
A face flashed in front of her eyes, and it felt as if it was a face that should be
familiar. But the brunette held nothing in her memory, so Hannah just shrugged it off and
continued to eat the floor.
Perhaps she shall bring me some caffeine because there is no way that I'm going
to leave here. The only thing that would make this place better would be ice cream with
sprinkles. The blonde pondered that for a minute before wondering if the brunette was
going to bring her any ice cream either.
Her stomach growled, and then it spoke to her.
"Hello there," her stomach said.
Greetings. She found that she didn't need to speak with her mouth for her voice to
be heard. How nice. So much less work.
"How are you doing?" Her organ inquired.
Just fine. She picked up a handful of sprinkles which she now found on the floor.
"Wake up." The stomach ordered.
No. Thank you, though.
"Hannah, wake up."
My name is not Hannah. You of all people should know that being as you're my
stomach, she informed it.
"Please, Hannah. Open your eyes."
It was then that she figured out it wasn't her stomach talking to her anymore at all,
but rather someone on the other side of the white walls. Leave me alone. You can't have
my sprinkles! She yelled at whoever was ordering her around.
"HANNANNAH!!"
It was then that the cold came, rushing down on her as if she was drowning in a
frozen lake. She couldn't breath and there was nothing that she could do about it except
scream, but no sounds came out of her mouth. A bright light blurred her vision, and her
eyes snapped open for the first time in three days.
Where the hell was she? She glanced around the room as she slowly sat up. Her
fingers went directly to her pounding head and found a rather large bump on the back of
her head. After her eyes had adjusted to the bright light, her nose caught the rubber and
airplane food mesh of what she guessed was a hospital. A nurse was standing next to her,
watching some monitors that sat next to the bed with interest, and there were other people
in the room. Five boys, none of which had any hint what so ever of fashion sense, and the
brunette who she had figured in her comforting world would eventually bring her caffeine.
Or better yet, ice cream.
"Hannah..." The brunette's eyes got cloudy for a brief second before the tall,
Amazon girl came charging at her and wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug.
"Huh?" She was clueless. What was going on? "Hannah?" She stared over the girls
shoulder at the guys who were regarding her with a new interest. Except the one in the
really tight pants; what was with his hair? Was that NATURAL??
"Yes, Hannah, duh. Don't be an idiot! Oh, it's so good to have you back. I almost
had to have Wufei castrated. He gets rather cheeky when you're not around to keep him in
check and–"
"Who's Wufei?" She asked the brunette with genuine interest. It's not everyday when
you have someone castrated.
The Amazon girl released her from her hug, and her brown eyes bore into the blue
ones. "Wufei...you know...Wuffaggot, Wu-wu, Wu-chan, Chang-chang-changitty-chang-
chang...?" Her voice held something that was creeping up on the fearish side.
Now she was getting angry. Who the hell were these people and what were they
doing in her room? They were all asking the most ridiculous questions ever. "You're all
nuts. What are you? Traveling performers?"
"Hannah, I–"
"Et arrete m'appeler Hannah, for Christ's sake! Je m'appelle SAMANTHA. Get it?!
My name is Sam, so stop it with the Hannah talk." She crossed her arms across her chest
and mused about what in the world language she had just spoken. It sounded kinda
Italienish.
"Guys," The boy with the really long braid started," I think she lost her memory."
"Merci buckets, Mr. Obvious." The brunette responded.
Just then, they were all interrupted by the nurse next to the blonde's bed who chose the
moment to strike up a conversation with no one. "I know Mamo-chan. . . we'll go home right
after I clear this girl for leaving. . . . . . . . yes I'll bake you cookies. . . . much better than that--
---other girl." She turned to the other five in the room. "Oh hey, this is Mamo-chan,
everyone. Sorry for not introducing you all earlier." She pointed to the thin air next to her.
"Hi Mamo-chan. Have you met Nataku?"The Chinese youth asked the space beside the
nurse.
"Nataku?" The brunette whispered to the blonde guy standing just behind her.
"Don't ask," he replied and gave her a plastered smile.
"THAT IS THE LAST STRAW!" 'Samantha' stood up quickly out of her bed. "First you call
me Hannah, then you hug me -randomly I might add-, and then, the so called nurse goes
around and talks to thin air, only to be joined by Mr. I-use-too-much-hair-jell over here! I'm
tired of your looniness! GET OUT!"
"But you are Hannah," The brunette tried to explain. "Hannah Date. You have a
change sock. You like to beat me with it. Caffeine....anything ring a bell?"
"No. I'm Samantha, and you're, well, I can't remember," Samantha declared. " I've never
even seen you before!!"
All jaws dropped to the floor.
"You're kidding, right?" The brunette asked, now completely phased. "I'm Trinity. They're
Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre, and well, the before mentioned Wufei. Come one, Hannah,
snap out of it! You're kidding...right?"
"No. What is up with you people?!"
Silence had made it's way from the boys' room and into the girls' room by this time.
Everyone was staring straight at Samantha, no one really sure what to say. This was not
something that the guys had figured into their plan at all, and Trinity could feel her
composure that she had worked up after killing Nadir slipping away. Without her close
friend, she wasn't sure that she could handle this. She had planned on talking to her about
it once she woke up (and had her caffeine of course), but now that just didn't seem
possible as 'Samantha' couldn't seem to remember anything about what had happened.
Or who she really was for that matter.
"You seriously don't remember us?" Trinity slowly asked the figure on the bed who she
KNEW was Hannah, but who thought otherwise.
Everyone waited in ernest for the answer to the question, half expecting a laughing
response of "of course I remember you! You guys are so gullible" and hoping against the
opposite.
***
"White Walls"
Chapter Thirteen
By Magic
"Ugh....arrrg....what in the...?" Though pilot 02 wasn't normally completely coherent in
the morning, his rambling seemed to be past the land of the inaudible and on into the valley
of the inconceivable. Luckily, Heero was there to translate for the confused nurse who was
standing next to Duo's hospital bed.
"He feels fine. There is no need for any anesthetic." Pilot 01 motioned the nurse
towards the door. She was glancing back between Heero and the patient in the bed with
an uncertain look upon her naive face.
"But....are you sure? He doesn't sound as if he's feeling all that great." She stopped
right before she exited the room.
"He'll be perfectly fine, I assure you," the blonde patient told her with a toothy smile.
The one motioning her towards the door crossed his arms and nodded. "And if he
starts complaining, we'll just beat the whining out of him."
The nurse laughed nervously as if she was unsure whether that should be taken as a
joke or not and fled from the room as if they were all staring at her like she was diner
(which none of them were for they had all eaten half of the hospital's jell-o already that
morning and were quite full).
Wufei's lip curled up in annoyance as he watched the young nurse take off down the
hallway. "I thought she'd never leave. Since when did being ditzy and a woman become
prerequisites for working at a hospital?" Quatre shook his head in amusement as if to point
out that pilot 05 was in luck that Hannah wasn't in the same room with them at the moment,
since the blonde believed that his friend would enjoy keeping all of his male organ's intact.
The braided one who was sprawled out on the bed next to Quatre groaned again
and finally opened his cobalt blue eyes just enough so that he could review his
surroundings.
"I feel as if I've been hit by a bus...no...not a bus...I've been hit by Hannah after she
hasn't had her caffeine...for a week." He moved his hand so it rested on his forehead in a
vain attempt to lessen his pounding headache. "Make that a month."
"You did make yourself the human punching bag of a raging psychopath. You
couldn't even fight back yourself. You just took it. Like a wom–"
"That's enough, Wufei," Quatre interrupted, his voice oddly stern partly because they
had a lot of things to discuss and also because he didn't feel so well himself. "We all need
to review what has happened and decide on a plan for the future."
Heero leaned up against the gleaming white walls of the hospital room and his
Persian blue eyes ran over the normalcy of the street out the window. "Funny how there's a
war going on, and yet no one seems to have noticed." An ironic smile twisted its way up his
lips.
"Now, Heero, I don't–"
"Where the hell is Trowa?" Duo asked, a tinge of worry in his voice. He was now
sitting propped up on his elbows and looked out at the three others in the room. This was
the first time that he was awake enough to take anything in (which was partially the reason
that everyone had waited to have this talk; there was also the fact that they were too busy
getting the nurses to bring them extra helpings of green jell-o: pancakes and green jell-o, a
gundam pilots dream diet).
The other three turned their heads towards the bandaged pilot (it was all that Wufei
and Heero could do not to burst out laughing; with all of his wounds, Duo had the air of a
black and blue mummy in a very horrible horror movie). Quatre figured that he should
speak first so that the other two start something about Duo's appearance.
"He's in the room with Hannah and Trinity." The air in the room all of a sudden
became heavy; Duo wasn't sure what to make of it and so inquired as to why they all didn't
come in to this room. He, having been out in la-la land ever since Nadir had taken
everything out on him, hadn't a clue what had happened through out the rest of the night.
"How did we even get out of there?!" Duo finished his long inquiry with, his voice
raising at the end as he was getting annoyed at being "out of the loop".
Quatre looked over to Wufei, Wufei to Heero, but Heero was staring out of the
window still at the hot dog stand across the street and didn't notice the change at all. Wufei
realized that Heero wasn't going to play the glancing/pointing/you tell him 'game', so he
reversed it and went back to looking at Quatre. The blonde sighed and figured that he was
going to have to be the one to retell it all.
"First off, Duo, Nadir is dead, and–"
"Dead!?" Mr. Redundant shot straight up in his bed. His movement caused a
pained expression to flood his face, and he realized that any sort of movement at that time
probably wasn't the best idea at all.
Quatre took a deep breath; he was going to have to say it all within one breath if
they were going to get anywhere as he was sure Duo would interrupt every second and a
half. "Yes, dead. After Trinity saved you from certain death, she disarmed Nadir where
upon which he stabbed her in the leg and flung her out of the window–"
"Wha--?!"
"–Hannah managed to get out of her bonds and her and Trowa set off for the
garage, but on the way they were attacked and Hannah ended up taking a really hard blow
from the ceiling on her head, and she hasn't exactly woken up yet an–"
"So that's why they aren't in here!" Thank you, Mr. Obvious.
"–d so Wufei, Heero, and I went off to see if we could help Trinity out, but we actually
ended up being to late–"
Duo opened his mouth as if to say something, and then snapped it shut. During this
time, Quatre had to pause to take a breath before he continued, and the room momentarily
filled with a heavy silence (or dramatic pause–which ever way you want to look at it).
"Trinity had already," Quatre tried to find the right wording for the brunette's actions,
"taken care of the threat."
More silence ensued before Quatre finished. "And we dragged her and ourselves to
the garage where we found Trowa waiting with both you and Hannah looking pretty bad in
the backseat of the vehicle." He hung his head. "We're still not sure on Hannah's status at
the moment. She hasn't stabilized yet."
The Braided One did his best impression of a sea bass; his mouth hung open, eyes
wide, and his arms made funny wavy motions at his side as he attempted say something,
but everything that he thought of to say didn't sound right after he ran it through his head.
Finally, he stopped his fishyness and mustered up the gall to ask, "How is Trinity taking all
of this?"
Heero turned towards his fellow pilot and declared, "She wont talk about what
happened between Nadir and her, and she's pretty shaken up that Hannah isn't doing
well."
"And she throws the pillows at you when you try to get near her."
"Actually," Quatre clarified," I believe that's just you, Wufei, and that really isn't much
of a change in behavior."
"She called the nurse in and required that one of the doctors castrate me as well.
That girl hasn't got an ounce of sanity left in her," the Chinese pilot spat.
Duo smirked and replied,"Then she's obviously doing just fine. The same as usual."
He added, with a hint of mockery,"Not that there would have been anything for the nurses to
remove anyway."
"You're nothing but a brainless twit, Maxwell!" Wufei growled. "You don't even
understand the graveness of war enough to be serious for five minutes. There's not an
ounce of sense left in that mesh of hair that you–"
"Hey now!" Duo sat back up, slowly as to not cause too much pain. "Them's fightin'
words! You get over here, and I'll show you who's the brainless twit, you kung fu fool!"
"All of you be quite." Heero's deep voice rang through the room which again gave
way to silence. "We're not here to name call or start fights that we couldn't win even if we
tried–"
"Hey now, Yuy!" Duo's outcry was silenced by the death glare Heero shot over at the
wounded pilot.
"Heero's right, everyone. The most important thing right now is our plan for the
future. Nadir is dead, and we still have no further clues to go on to find out who is leading
this war. The war is our first priority, and right now there is nothing that we can do about it in
the situation we have been given. The second thing that we have to decide on," Quatre's
face became even more serious as he continued, "is what is going to be done about Trinity
and Hannah."
"They've served their purpose," Wufei declared in a matter-of-fact manner. "Trinity is
no longer of any use to us as her connection with the war has ended." He stood up out of
the chair he had been sitting in. "We no longer have any reason to stay around them any
longer."
"Wufei," Quatre's light blue eyes had grown large with his friend's bluntness of
impartial feelings towards the two,"surely you can't mean that." But Wufei's face held it's
seriousness, and Quatre slowly realized what he was saying.
"Why involve them in a war that has nothing to do with them directly any longer?"
Heero was staring straight at his blonde friend on the bed and taking in Quatre's reaction.
"They're not meant for the battlefield."
"Yes, but..."Quatre's hands formed fists as he stared back into Heero's, then
Wufei's eyes. "We can't just leave them completely alone. They have no where to go now.
Nadir's followers will be looking for them, especially Trinity, and I just wouldn't feel right
leaving friends out on the streets without any protection!" He faced Duo. "What do you
think?"
Duo's face became very pensive, a very weird expression for the usually
thoughtless one. "I think we should stay with them briefly until they get on their feet, and then
leave once we figure out what exactly we're going to do about this war."
"Maybe one of the brain cells in that mess have actually come to life," Wufei chided
from across the room where he now stood.
"Bring it on, Wu-wu! You know, I think Hannah has had an effect on your come
backs. They're starting to take on a feminine style to 'em."
Wufei was saved the trial of thinking up a good comeback as Trowa picked that
moment to walk into the door. The banged pilot stood for just a second, large circles under
his green eyes as if he had been staying awake for many long hours, which, the other pilots
suddenly realized, he had been. He was the one who had decided to watch Hannah's
progression and inform everyone when something happened, and that had been three
days ago. He hadn't slept more than a quick nap or two a day for that span of time, and it
was starting to take it's toll.
His face suddenly came to life if only just a little. "The doctor said that she could
wake up any moment now. Her brain patterns have stabilized, and it looks as if she might
be coming back." The four in the room exchanged glances, and Wufei and Heero dashed
for the door leaving Quatre and Duo to figure out their own way to make it to the girls'
room.
***
She didn't exactly know where she was, but it was warm and inviting, so much unlike the
place she had just been. Where had she just been? Oh, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered
now. She felt safe as if the very air around her was hugging her close; nothing could hurt
her here. A vision of a sharp explosion flooded her vision, but she quickly pushed it away.
She wasn't going back to that for sure. The white walls of her room were very comforting,
and the floor seemed to be very soft and squishy. Particularly for concrete.
She felt the ground with her hand and realized that the ground wasn't ground at all,
but many Chex pieces that she was sitting on. I must have spilled them everywhere, she
mused as she plucked a white square piece out of the thousands that lay around her. Now,
if only I had some caffeine.
A face flashed in front of her eyes, and it felt as if it was a face that should be
familiar. But the brunette held nothing in her memory, so Hannah just shrugged it off and
continued to eat the floor.
Perhaps she shall bring me some caffeine because there is no way that I'm going
to leave here. The only thing that would make this place better would be ice cream with
sprinkles. The blonde pondered that for a minute before wondering if the brunette was
going to bring her any ice cream either.
Her stomach growled, and then it spoke to her.
"Hello there," her stomach said.
Greetings. She found that she didn't need to speak with her mouth for her voice to
be heard. How nice. So much less work.
"How are you doing?" Her organ inquired.
Just fine. She picked up a handful of sprinkles which she now found on the floor.
"Wake up." The stomach ordered.
No. Thank you, though.
"Hannah, wake up."
My name is not Hannah. You of all people should know that being as you're my
stomach, she informed it.
"Please, Hannah. Open your eyes."
It was then that she figured out it wasn't her stomach talking to her anymore at all,
but rather someone on the other side of the white walls. Leave me alone. You can't have
my sprinkles! She yelled at whoever was ordering her around.
"HANNANNAH!!"
It was then that the cold came, rushing down on her as if she was drowning in a
frozen lake. She couldn't breath and there was nothing that she could do about it except
scream, but no sounds came out of her mouth. A bright light blurred her vision, and her
eyes snapped open for the first time in three days.
Where the hell was she? She glanced around the room as she slowly sat up. Her
fingers went directly to her pounding head and found a rather large bump on the back of
her head. After her eyes had adjusted to the bright light, her nose caught the rubber and
airplane food mesh of what she guessed was a hospital. A nurse was standing next to her,
watching some monitors that sat next to the bed with interest, and there were other people
in the room. Five boys, none of which had any hint what so ever of fashion sense, and the
brunette who she had figured in her comforting world would eventually bring her caffeine.
Or better yet, ice cream.
"Hannah..." The brunette's eyes got cloudy for a brief second before the tall,
Amazon girl came charging at her and wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug.
"Huh?" She was clueless. What was going on? "Hannah?" She stared over the girls
shoulder at the guys who were regarding her with a new interest. Except the one in the
really tight pants; what was with his hair? Was that NATURAL??
"Yes, Hannah, duh. Don't be an idiot! Oh, it's so good to have you back. I almost
had to have Wufei castrated. He gets rather cheeky when you're not around to keep him in
check and–"
"Who's Wufei?" She asked the brunette with genuine interest. It's not everyday when
you have someone castrated.
The Amazon girl released her from her hug, and her brown eyes bore into the blue
ones. "Wufei...you know...Wuffaggot, Wu-wu, Wu-chan, Chang-chang-changitty-chang-
chang...?" Her voice held something that was creeping up on the fearish side.
Now she was getting angry. Who the hell were these people and what were they
doing in her room? They were all asking the most ridiculous questions ever. "You're all
nuts. What are you? Traveling performers?"
"Hannah, I–"
"Et arrete m'appeler Hannah, for Christ's sake! Je m'appelle SAMANTHA. Get it?!
My name is Sam, so stop it with the Hannah talk." She crossed her arms across her chest
and mused about what in the world language she had just spoken. It sounded kinda
Italienish.
"Guys," The boy with the really long braid started," I think she lost her memory."
"Merci buckets, Mr. Obvious." The brunette responded.
Just then, they were all interrupted by the nurse next to the blonde's bed who chose the
moment to strike up a conversation with no one. "I know Mamo-chan. . . we'll go home right
after I clear this girl for leaving. . . . . . . . yes I'll bake you cookies. . . . much better than that--
---other girl." She turned to the other five in the room. "Oh hey, this is Mamo-chan,
everyone. Sorry for not introducing you all earlier." She pointed to the thin air next to her.
"Hi Mamo-chan. Have you met Nataku?"The Chinese youth asked the space beside the
nurse.
"Nataku?" The brunette whispered to the blonde guy standing just behind her.
"Don't ask," he replied and gave her a plastered smile.
"THAT IS THE LAST STRAW!" 'Samantha' stood up quickly out of her bed. "First you call
me Hannah, then you hug me -randomly I might add-, and then, the so called nurse goes
around and talks to thin air, only to be joined by Mr. I-use-too-much-hair-jell over here! I'm
tired of your looniness! GET OUT!"
"But you are Hannah," The brunette tried to explain. "Hannah Date. You have a
change sock. You like to beat me with it. Caffeine....anything ring a bell?"
"No. I'm Samantha, and you're, well, I can't remember," Samantha declared. " I've never
even seen you before!!"
All jaws dropped to the floor.
"You're kidding, right?" The brunette asked, now completely phased. "I'm Trinity. They're
Heero, Duo, Trowa, Quatre, and well, the before mentioned Wufei. Come one, Hannah,
snap out of it! You're kidding...right?"
"No. What is up with you people?!"
Silence had made it's way from the boys' room and into the girls' room by this time.
Everyone was staring straight at Samantha, no one really sure what to say. This was not
something that the guys had figured into their plan at all, and Trinity could feel her
composure that she had worked up after killing Nadir slipping away. Without her close
friend, she wasn't sure that she could handle this. She had planned on talking to her about
it once she woke up (and had her caffeine of course), but now that just didn't seem
possible as 'Samantha' couldn't seem to remember anything about what had happened.
Or who she really was for that matter.
"You seriously don't remember us?" Trinity slowly asked the figure on the bed who she
KNEW was Hannah, but who thought otherwise.
Everyone waited in ernest for the answer to the question, half expecting a laughing
response of "of course I remember you! You guys are so gullible" and hoping against the
opposite.
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