Silent Tears
Chapter 6: Tainted
Kattie
Note: Sorry this has taken so long. . I'll try to get back into writing a chapter a week or more. ::coughs:: My only excuse is I fell in love ^.^ As much as I love writing, there are a few things I love more ^.~
Note: Ah, some changes to chapters 2 and 3. I kinda just made Wufei disappear ^^*. I actually decided that he was on a mission but…. He wasn't ^^* ::cough:: So now he's never been at the hospital ::bows:: He's off on a mission. ^^* er, until this chapter…
Last Note: If you have the time, check out the www.digital-anime.com forums ^.^ They're very good and there are loads of great people there. (Heck, that's where I met my koi ^^) My name on it's Kattie so I hope you give it a try ^.^
Warning: Some shounen ai. ^^* Sorry if you dislike it. 1x2, 3x4.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or the song "Tears".
Song info: The music and lyrics for "Tears" were written by Yoshiki, pianist and percussionist for X-Japan. The song was performed by X-Japan. The lyrics refer to Yoshiki's father who committed suicide.
Dedication: Dedicated to Yoshiki. One of the best musicians and songwriters ever (and most attractive ::blush blush::).
* Lyrics *
*This feeling at the end
Makes my blue rose change*
The doctor wore an expression of complete confusion when he exited the emergency room. "I don't understand it," he said, more to himself than to the two pilots, "Why would a psychological problem cause him to have symptoms of a respiratory infection?"
"Will he be all right?" Trowa questioned, interrupting the man's thoughts.
For a few seconds, the doctor continued muttering to himself, verbally wandering over the few possibilities. "Maybe get a psychiatrist?…. They might not be related….. But maybe….."
"Doctor?" Trowa tried again.
Looking up, the man seemed startled by presence of the two pilots. "I'm sorry," He said quietly, with a blush, "I was thinking aloud," he straightened up and read his chart over, "Mr. Winner is fine. He'll need a few more days to rest."
Trowa nodded. "Do you know if he'll be able to speak again? After…. he's healed?"
The doctor shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, there's no way of knowing but I doubt this had any relation."
His eyes wandering to the emergency room doors, Trowa asked the doctor, "What happened?"
With a deep sigh, the doctor looked over his papers again before dropping them to the side and looking up at Trowa. "He has pneumonia."
"Pneumonia?" Trowa stared at him blankly, "He seemed fine before the attack…."
The doctor looked as though he might scream in frustration. "Mr. Winner has only recently acquired this disease," he brushed a hand through his messy hair, "He got sick in his room."
*Dry your tears with love
Dry your tears with love*
Trowa watched Quatre sleep with a thousand thoughts running through his head. Quatre had been returned to his room but had yet to awaken. The doctor had said he would be exhausted after such an ordeal, fighting for his life. There was even a bandage on his chest where he had dug into the skin while coughing.
"Is he all right?"
Looking up, Trowa nodded to Hiiro, who stood at the door with his arms folded. "He has pneumonia."
Hiiro walked to the bed and kneeled beside it. "Since being here, right?"
Trowa stared at him for a moment, silent. His eyes wandered over his friend's face, trying to understand the words, hoping they might be written there. "How-"
"He's in the hospital," Hiiro interrupted, "Quatre's in danger."
Fear consuming him, Trowa stood and took his lover's immobile hand. "We can't move him yet," he explained, "There are more treatments. It would be dangerous to move him."
Taking a deep breath, Hiiro turned away from Trowa. "When the nurse told me about Duo…." He paused for a moment and his hand gripped the bedsheets tightly, "She said there was an accident in the operating room. He should have been all right. They didn't know what happened." He looked up at Trowa. "I won't let him kill Quatre."
* My fallen tears are piled on the winds of time again
At the end I can feel your breath*
"….I can't risk moving Quatre," Trowa said flatly, indecision wracking his brain, "His pneumonia might get worse. It's controllable if he stays here."
"Trowa, they're going to kill him," Hiiro's voice was emotionless but his eyes burned with passion, "You can't leave him here to die. We have to move him."
Trowa sighed, "This is the colony's only hospital."
"He can't go to a hospital," Hiiro replied with authority in his voice, "He'd be on record. They could find him. We'll have to put him in a safehouse."
"No," Trowa shook his head, "I can't risk that. His pneumonia would-"
"To hell with his pneumonia!" Hiiro stood suddenly and looked Trowa in the eyes. "He'll die here! Quatre will die if you keep him here. We need to move him. A doctor can see him in the safehouse. He'll be fine."
Trowa glared back at Hiiro. "I can't be sure. If one of us is here 24-7-"
"It won't be enough!" Hiiro continued, his rage glowing around him, "Duo was killed in the operating room. If Quatre goes into that ER again, he won't come out alive."
"He won't need to-"
"Damn it, Trowa," Hiiro's voice was calm, "I wanted to let you decide. But you're being irrational. I can't let Quatre stay here to die. I won't let Quatre die too. He will be moved into a safehouse."
Trowa shook his head. "I can't allow that."
"Duo's alive."
Both men fell silent. They looked down to the bed.
Quatre was struggling to a sitting position. He looked up at them with a wearied expression. "We have to leave. Duo's in trouble."
*Dry your tears with love
Dry your tears with love*
End of chapter
One chapter left ::yawns:: I had the ending figured out but then I forgot it. T.T That was even before my "love leave" so I think I shall have to make up a new ending . nooo!
Chapter 6: Tainted
Kattie
Note: Sorry this has taken so long. . I'll try to get back into writing a chapter a week or more. ::coughs:: My only excuse is I fell in love ^.^ As much as I love writing, there are a few things I love more ^.~
Note: Ah, some changes to chapters 2 and 3. I kinda just made Wufei disappear ^^*. I actually decided that he was on a mission but…. He wasn't ^^* ::cough:: So now he's never been at the hospital ::bows:: He's off on a mission. ^^* er, until this chapter…
Last Note: If you have the time, check out the www.digital-anime.com forums ^.^ They're very good and there are loads of great people there. (Heck, that's where I met my koi ^^) My name on it's Kattie so I hope you give it a try ^.^
Warning: Some shounen ai. ^^* Sorry if you dislike it. 1x2, 3x4.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or the song "Tears".
Song info: The music and lyrics for "Tears" were written by Yoshiki, pianist and percussionist for X-Japan. The song was performed by X-Japan. The lyrics refer to Yoshiki's father who committed suicide.
Dedication: Dedicated to Yoshiki. One of the best musicians and songwriters ever (and most attractive ::blush blush::).
* Lyrics *
*This feeling at the end
Makes my blue rose change*
The doctor wore an expression of complete confusion when he exited the emergency room. "I don't understand it," he said, more to himself than to the two pilots, "Why would a psychological problem cause him to have symptoms of a respiratory infection?"
"Will he be all right?" Trowa questioned, interrupting the man's thoughts.
For a few seconds, the doctor continued muttering to himself, verbally wandering over the few possibilities. "Maybe get a psychiatrist?…. They might not be related….. But maybe….."
"Doctor?" Trowa tried again.
Looking up, the man seemed startled by presence of the two pilots. "I'm sorry," He said quietly, with a blush, "I was thinking aloud," he straightened up and read his chart over, "Mr. Winner is fine. He'll need a few more days to rest."
Trowa nodded. "Do you know if he'll be able to speak again? After…. he's healed?"
The doctor shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, there's no way of knowing but I doubt this had any relation."
His eyes wandering to the emergency room doors, Trowa asked the doctor, "What happened?"
With a deep sigh, the doctor looked over his papers again before dropping them to the side and looking up at Trowa. "He has pneumonia."
"Pneumonia?" Trowa stared at him blankly, "He seemed fine before the attack…."
The doctor looked as though he might scream in frustration. "Mr. Winner has only recently acquired this disease," he brushed a hand through his messy hair, "He got sick in his room."
*Dry your tears with love
Dry your tears with love*
Trowa watched Quatre sleep with a thousand thoughts running through his head. Quatre had been returned to his room but had yet to awaken. The doctor had said he would be exhausted after such an ordeal, fighting for his life. There was even a bandage on his chest where he had dug into the skin while coughing.
"Is he all right?"
Looking up, Trowa nodded to Hiiro, who stood at the door with his arms folded. "He has pneumonia."
Hiiro walked to the bed and kneeled beside it. "Since being here, right?"
Trowa stared at him for a moment, silent. His eyes wandered over his friend's face, trying to understand the words, hoping they might be written there. "How-"
"He's in the hospital," Hiiro interrupted, "Quatre's in danger."
Fear consuming him, Trowa stood and took his lover's immobile hand. "We can't move him yet," he explained, "There are more treatments. It would be dangerous to move him."
Taking a deep breath, Hiiro turned away from Trowa. "When the nurse told me about Duo…." He paused for a moment and his hand gripped the bedsheets tightly, "She said there was an accident in the operating room. He should have been all right. They didn't know what happened." He looked up at Trowa. "I won't let him kill Quatre."
* My fallen tears are piled on the winds of time again
At the end I can feel your breath*
"….I can't risk moving Quatre," Trowa said flatly, indecision wracking his brain, "His pneumonia might get worse. It's controllable if he stays here."
"Trowa, they're going to kill him," Hiiro's voice was emotionless but his eyes burned with passion, "You can't leave him here to die. We have to move him."
Trowa sighed, "This is the colony's only hospital."
"He can't go to a hospital," Hiiro replied with authority in his voice, "He'd be on record. They could find him. We'll have to put him in a safehouse."
"No," Trowa shook his head, "I can't risk that. His pneumonia would-"
"To hell with his pneumonia!" Hiiro stood suddenly and looked Trowa in the eyes. "He'll die here! Quatre will die if you keep him here. We need to move him. A doctor can see him in the safehouse. He'll be fine."
Trowa glared back at Hiiro. "I can't be sure. If one of us is here 24-7-"
"It won't be enough!" Hiiro continued, his rage glowing around him, "Duo was killed in the operating room. If Quatre goes into that ER again, he won't come out alive."
"He won't need to-"
"Damn it, Trowa," Hiiro's voice was calm, "I wanted to let you decide. But you're being irrational. I can't let Quatre stay here to die. I won't let Quatre die too. He will be moved into a safehouse."
Trowa shook his head. "I can't allow that."
"Duo's alive."
Both men fell silent. They looked down to the bed.
Quatre was struggling to a sitting position. He looked up at them with a wearied expression. "We have to leave. Duo's in trouble."
*Dry your tears with love
Dry your tears with love*
End of chapter
One chapter left ::yawns:: I had the ending figured out but then I forgot it. T.T That was even before my "love leave" so I think I shall have to make up a new ending . nooo!