Who's the Weak Onna?
Chapter 5
Bathtime
"Enough!"
Quatre could hear the yell from down the hall. He took off at a run with Trowa hot on his heels, towards the ICU.
"Come near me again and suffer, onna!" snarled Wufei to the petite blond nurse that was still holding a sponge in her hand.
"But, Mr. Chang, I have my instructions from Dr. Po. You're scheduled for a sponge bath at 8:00 a.m. this morning. It's now 8:10 and I have a whole list of patients!"
Quatre and Trowa came in the room in time to hear this statement. Trowa began to laugh, followed by Quatre, who at least was trying to contain himself by biting the inside of his cheek.
"Miss," began Quatre, going over to her and assuming his most diplomatic manner, "maybe you should skip ahead to the next person on your list. I'll take care of this myself. If you have any problems, give Dr. Po this."
He took out a gold pen from his vest pocket and quickly wrote something on the young woman's order sheet. She looked at it and smiled sweetly at Quatre. Leaving the cart, she quickly left the room, drawing the privacy curtains behind her as she left.
"What did you write, love?" asked Trowa under his breath to Quatre.
"I just wrote 'Trowa and I will take care of this matter personally Sally, Love, Quatre.' next to the nurse's order for this room," said Quatre, slyly winking at the taller man.
"I see," said Trowa, looking at a still outraged and disheveled Wufei on the bed out of the corner of his eyes and snickering.
"Ready?"
"Ready!"
Wufei was completely taken by surprise as two very strong able bodied young men proceeded to pin him gently to the bed and wash him throroughly from top to tail.
In spite of the howls and threats to remove certain portions of their intimate anatomy with his katana, Wufei did feel cleaner when it was all over. He also discovered that one could not actually die from embarrassment, no matter how much one wished to do so.
"What, no thank you's!" said Quatre in an mock aggrieved tone. He was soaked completely from the waist up, and grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat.
Trowa was slightly dryer, since he had done most of the holding of Wufei's right arm and leg and less of the actual bathing.
"Now, Mr. Chang, how about that hair?" said Quatre, going to the attached bath and drawing a large basinful of warm water, and grabbed a bottle of baby shampoo.
"You're NOT going to wash my hair!" yelled Wufei. Trowa shook his head an clucked his tongue.
"Looks as though we're going to have to do this part the hard way too, love," said Trowa sadly, but his eyes were dancing with laughter.
He went behind the head of the bed and gently put his hands on Wufei's shoulders, effectively pinning him down.
"Now, be a good boy or I'll hold you by your hair," said Trowa, as Quatre reached down and pulled Wufei's past shoulder length hair free from the elastic band.
Wufei closed his eyes in denial and submitted, but he held his mouth in a grim line as Quatre gently wet and washed his hair, then rinsed it over the edge of the bed.
"Just like my sisters' kids," Quatre said, taking a towel and gently rubbing Wufei's hair dry.
"Aw, he's so cute now, and smells yummy too," teased Trowa, reaching for a wide toothed comb. He bent over quickly and took a long inhale and then pecked Wufei on the cheek.
Wufei's eyes popped open in shock but he said nothing.
In fact, he was beginning to feel a little sleepy from the gentle tugging on his scalp as Trowa combed his hair and then proceeded to pull it back into it's usual tail at the nape of his neck.
"You're a little wet now, Mr. Chang," said Quatre. "Let's get that nightie changed, shall we? Arms up!" he commanded, being careful of the IV lines and of his splinted wrist on the left side. The gown had been put on afterwards, so it slipped over everything through the armhole.
"Let's see, Nurse Barton, do you think Mr. Chang would prefer hearts or diamonds on his jammies?" said Quatre, really getting into the role now.
Wufei submitted in silence as the two men gently pulled a hospital gown with blue diamonds on it over his arms and tied it in the back.
"Aw, he's all clean and sleepy, daddy," said Quatre, in a voice one uses with small animals or babies.
Wufei scowled at him, turning his head into the pillow.
"Now, lets get the nurse in here to change that bedding shall we?" said Quatre, pressing the call button.
"My, what a good job you two boys have done," said Lisa, as she and an orderly gently moved Wufei from one side of the bed to the other, removing the used bedding and replacing it with dry clean sheets and a new pillowcase.
"If you ever need a job." she began, as Trowa shook his head and Quatre began to giggle.
"I'm afraid we only do this for close friends, Ms. Johnson," said Quatre with a demeanor of polite seriousness. "But thank you anyway."
"Hey, what did I miss?" asked Duo, coming into the room and removing his sunglasses.
"Bathtime," said Trowa and Quatre together, and then burst into laughter.
Wufei scowled even harder and tried to slump down into the bed. Duo looked puzzled then noticed Wufei's still damp hair and the cart with a basin and towels on it and grinned widely.
"Look who was able to drag his skinny ass away from the Vice Ambassador for a few minutes," said Duo, pointing to Heero, who had come up behind him into the room.
Heero came up to the right side of the bed and gravely offered his hand.
"You look better," he said, shaking Wufei's hand briefly then stepping back with a small bow of his head.
"Thank you," said Wufei quietly, thankful that someone he knew wasn't trying to humiliate him for a change.
"Yeah, and you smell better too," said Duo, much to Wufei's chagrin.
"Shut up, Maxwell," he growled, pulling the blanket up under his chin.
"I love it when you're grumpy, Wu-babe," said Duo, sitting carefully on the edge of the newly made bed. "It means things are back to normal."
"Not quite."
Sally came into the room with her clipboard. "No need for anyone to leave," as the four men rose, "In fact, I'm glad you're all here."
"Why?" asked Duo, a knot beginning to form in his stomach at Sally's tone.
"Because I need to ask you all something." She hesitated and plunged onward.
"What?" asked Quatre, this time, taking Trowa's hand into his.
"Well, in about a month, Wufei is going to have had enough procedures done, hopefully to not require hospital care. But, that means his choices are either to go to a full time nursing facility or. for one or more of you to care for him until he's on his feet again."
"I hope," Sally silently added to herself, an anxious look passing quickly across her gentle features for a moment.
Quatre cleared his throat and looked at Trowa for a second before replying.
"Sally, there's no way in hell anyone I care about is going into a nursing home! I'll take care of it. I can hire all the nursing staff he needs and Allah knows I have plenty of room. Trowa and I would be thrilled to take care of Wufei. If he'll do us the honor, of course."
"I was hoping you'd say that!" said Sally in relieved tones. "You're the sweetest man in the universe, Quatre Winner!"
Her normal reserve broken down, she stood up and embraced Quatre and then Trowa.
"Excuse me!"
The trio looked around as Wufei struggled to rise himself in the bed and failed.
"Does anyone care what I might have to say about this?" Wufei asked, looking at them.
"Of course," said Quatre, walking over to Wufei and sitting in the chair next to the bed.
"I.accept your kind offer."
Quatre smiled, knowing what that had cost his proud and independent friend.
"I'm looking forward to your company," said Quatre, taking Wufei's hand and shaking it with a firm grip. Trowa came over and did the same.
"Geez, what was that all about?" mumbled Duo, looking perplexedly at the three of them.
"Saving face," said Heero quietly in his ear.
"Oh," said Duo. "I get it."
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After the four ex-pilots had left, Sally sat in the chair vacated by Quatre.
"You have amazing friends, Wufei," she said, writing down a few notes on her chart.
"I know." His voice was subdued and she could tell he needed to rest, not that he'd ever admit it.
"I hear you've been a difficult patient, not that I expected anything less of a dragon." She smiled gently at him.
"Dragon?" repeated Wufei quietly.
"Sorry, that's how I think of you," said Sally, averting her eyes to her chart.
"I'm not offended," he said, looking at her and raising one eyebrow.
"In fact, I think I like it."
She smiled. "Well then, Dragon it is." She rose and inserted her pen into the clamp of the clipboard.
"I wish I could visit longer, but I have other patients, unfortunately. I'll be back at the end of my shift, though, if it's all right with you."
"Certainly, Sally, come back, please."
"Is there anything that you'd like?" she asked him, turning around at the door.
"Yes."
"Well, what?"
"Shrimp curry and you to share it with me."
Her eyes widened. "Okay, it's a date," she said lightly, but her face was slightly flushed.
"I'm off at 6:00. I'll get it and be here at 7:00."
He nodded. "I'll be here. Where else?" he said with the barest hint of a smile.
Sally walked out into the hallway and discovered her heart was beating a little more rapidly than usual.
Chapter 5
Bathtime
"Enough!"
Quatre could hear the yell from down the hall. He took off at a run with Trowa hot on his heels, towards the ICU.
"Come near me again and suffer, onna!" snarled Wufei to the petite blond nurse that was still holding a sponge in her hand.
"But, Mr. Chang, I have my instructions from Dr. Po. You're scheduled for a sponge bath at 8:00 a.m. this morning. It's now 8:10 and I have a whole list of patients!"
Quatre and Trowa came in the room in time to hear this statement. Trowa began to laugh, followed by Quatre, who at least was trying to contain himself by biting the inside of his cheek.
"Miss," began Quatre, going over to her and assuming his most diplomatic manner, "maybe you should skip ahead to the next person on your list. I'll take care of this myself. If you have any problems, give Dr. Po this."
He took out a gold pen from his vest pocket and quickly wrote something on the young woman's order sheet. She looked at it and smiled sweetly at Quatre. Leaving the cart, she quickly left the room, drawing the privacy curtains behind her as she left.
"What did you write, love?" asked Trowa under his breath to Quatre.
"I just wrote 'Trowa and I will take care of this matter personally Sally, Love, Quatre.' next to the nurse's order for this room," said Quatre, slyly winking at the taller man.
"I see," said Trowa, looking at a still outraged and disheveled Wufei on the bed out of the corner of his eyes and snickering.
"Ready?"
"Ready!"
Wufei was completely taken by surprise as two very strong able bodied young men proceeded to pin him gently to the bed and wash him throroughly from top to tail.
In spite of the howls and threats to remove certain portions of their intimate anatomy with his katana, Wufei did feel cleaner when it was all over. He also discovered that one could not actually die from embarrassment, no matter how much one wished to do so.
"What, no thank you's!" said Quatre in an mock aggrieved tone. He was soaked completely from the waist up, and grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat.
Trowa was slightly dryer, since he had done most of the holding of Wufei's right arm and leg and less of the actual bathing.
"Now, Mr. Chang, how about that hair?" said Quatre, going to the attached bath and drawing a large basinful of warm water, and grabbed a bottle of baby shampoo.
"You're NOT going to wash my hair!" yelled Wufei. Trowa shook his head an clucked his tongue.
"Looks as though we're going to have to do this part the hard way too, love," said Trowa sadly, but his eyes were dancing with laughter.
He went behind the head of the bed and gently put his hands on Wufei's shoulders, effectively pinning him down.
"Now, be a good boy or I'll hold you by your hair," said Trowa, as Quatre reached down and pulled Wufei's past shoulder length hair free from the elastic band.
Wufei closed his eyes in denial and submitted, but he held his mouth in a grim line as Quatre gently wet and washed his hair, then rinsed it over the edge of the bed.
"Just like my sisters' kids," Quatre said, taking a towel and gently rubbing Wufei's hair dry.
"Aw, he's so cute now, and smells yummy too," teased Trowa, reaching for a wide toothed comb. He bent over quickly and took a long inhale and then pecked Wufei on the cheek.
Wufei's eyes popped open in shock but he said nothing.
In fact, he was beginning to feel a little sleepy from the gentle tugging on his scalp as Trowa combed his hair and then proceeded to pull it back into it's usual tail at the nape of his neck.
"You're a little wet now, Mr. Chang," said Quatre. "Let's get that nightie changed, shall we? Arms up!" he commanded, being careful of the IV lines and of his splinted wrist on the left side. The gown had been put on afterwards, so it slipped over everything through the armhole.
"Let's see, Nurse Barton, do you think Mr. Chang would prefer hearts or diamonds on his jammies?" said Quatre, really getting into the role now.
Wufei submitted in silence as the two men gently pulled a hospital gown with blue diamonds on it over his arms and tied it in the back.
"Aw, he's all clean and sleepy, daddy," said Quatre, in a voice one uses with small animals or babies.
Wufei scowled at him, turning his head into the pillow.
"Now, lets get the nurse in here to change that bedding shall we?" said Quatre, pressing the call button.
"My, what a good job you two boys have done," said Lisa, as she and an orderly gently moved Wufei from one side of the bed to the other, removing the used bedding and replacing it with dry clean sheets and a new pillowcase.
"If you ever need a job." she began, as Trowa shook his head and Quatre began to giggle.
"I'm afraid we only do this for close friends, Ms. Johnson," said Quatre with a demeanor of polite seriousness. "But thank you anyway."
"Hey, what did I miss?" asked Duo, coming into the room and removing his sunglasses.
"Bathtime," said Trowa and Quatre together, and then burst into laughter.
Wufei scowled even harder and tried to slump down into the bed. Duo looked puzzled then noticed Wufei's still damp hair and the cart with a basin and towels on it and grinned widely.
"Look who was able to drag his skinny ass away from the Vice Ambassador for a few minutes," said Duo, pointing to Heero, who had come up behind him into the room.
Heero came up to the right side of the bed and gravely offered his hand.
"You look better," he said, shaking Wufei's hand briefly then stepping back with a small bow of his head.
"Thank you," said Wufei quietly, thankful that someone he knew wasn't trying to humiliate him for a change.
"Yeah, and you smell better too," said Duo, much to Wufei's chagrin.
"Shut up, Maxwell," he growled, pulling the blanket up under his chin.
"I love it when you're grumpy, Wu-babe," said Duo, sitting carefully on the edge of the newly made bed. "It means things are back to normal."
"Not quite."
Sally came into the room with her clipboard. "No need for anyone to leave," as the four men rose, "In fact, I'm glad you're all here."
"Why?" asked Duo, a knot beginning to form in his stomach at Sally's tone.
"Because I need to ask you all something." She hesitated and plunged onward.
"What?" asked Quatre, this time, taking Trowa's hand into his.
"Well, in about a month, Wufei is going to have had enough procedures done, hopefully to not require hospital care. But, that means his choices are either to go to a full time nursing facility or. for one or more of you to care for him until he's on his feet again."
"I hope," Sally silently added to herself, an anxious look passing quickly across her gentle features for a moment.
Quatre cleared his throat and looked at Trowa for a second before replying.
"Sally, there's no way in hell anyone I care about is going into a nursing home! I'll take care of it. I can hire all the nursing staff he needs and Allah knows I have plenty of room. Trowa and I would be thrilled to take care of Wufei. If he'll do us the honor, of course."
"I was hoping you'd say that!" said Sally in relieved tones. "You're the sweetest man in the universe, Quatre Winner!"
Her normal reserve broken down, she stood up and embraced Quatre and then Trowa.
"Excuse me!"
The trio looked around as Wufei struggled to rise himself in the bed and failed.
"Does anyone care what I might have to say about this?" Wufei asked, looking at them.
"Of course," said Quatre, walking over to Wufei and sitting in the chair next to the bed.
"I.accept your kind offer."
Quatre smiled, knowing what that had cost his proud and independent friend.
"I'm looking forward to your company," said Quatre, taking Wufei's hand and shaking it with a firm grip. Trowa came over and did the same.
"Geez, what was that all about?" mumbled Duo, looking perplexedly at the three of them.
"Saving face," said Heero quietly in his ear.
"Oh," said Duo. "I get it."
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After the four ex-pilots had left, Sally sat in the chair vacated by Quatre.
"You have amazing friends, Wufei," she said, writing down a few notes on her chart.
"I know." His voice was subdued and she could tell he needed to rest, not that he'd ever admit it.
"I hear you've been a difficult patient, not that I expected anything less of a dragon." She smiled gently at him.
"Dragon?" repeated Wufei quietly.
"Sorry, that's how I think of you," said Sally, averting her eyes to her chart.
"I'm not offended," he said, looking at her and raising one eyebrow.
"In fact, I think I like it."
She smiled. "Well then, Dragon it is." She rose and inserted her pen into the clamp of the clipboard.
"I wish I could visit longer, but I have other patients, unfortunately. I'll be back at the end of my shift, though, if it's all right with you."
"Certainly, Sally, come back, please."
"Is there anything that you'd like?" she asked him, turning around at the door.
"Yes."
"Well, what?"
"Shrimp curry and you to share it with me."
Her eyes widened. "Okay, it's a date," she said lightly, but her face was slightly flushed.
"I'm off at 6:00. I'll get it and be here at 7:00."
He nodded. "I'll be here. Where else?" he said with the barest hint of a smile.
Sally walked out into the hallway and discovered her heart was beating a little more rapidly than usual.