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Disclaimer: I don't own it but ALL THE ANGST oh yeah that's from mah brain.

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::This isn't real. It's all just a fuckin' dream…this can't be fuckin happening…::

The mass of shaking human, covered in a yellow comforter looked like some kind of creature that had crawled from the highway just after being hit by a car several times.

Violet eyes, welling with sickened fear, scraped slowly over it.

There wasn't an inch of visible flesh that hadn't been slashed or cut or bruised or bleeding. Tears ran down the pale, panic-stricken face where hair had pasted itself haphazardly with the pouring rain acting as its glue.

The lump in Shinigami's throat hardened and made its dominance prevalent, as a squeaky exhalation of air was force from his lungs past his cramped esophagus muscles.

"Jezzus Christ…" what seemed like hours had only lasted for a few seconds.

"Ayame?…"

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Desperation ran through that bruised and battered face. A vicious instinct drove the beaten woman to throw herself into the arms of the shocked young man in an effort to cling to every piece of flesh or clothing she was able to. Ayame was trembling so violently, it was hard to tell if she was merely shaking or having a seizure.

Out of all the intelligent questions that could have helped assess the situation, Duo chose the best one.

"Who the FUCK did this to you!?!?"

The series of stuttered I's only caused more frustration in those crystal purple eyes. The pilot was too scared to do anything but hold her and wish for everything to be surreal.

"Please stop shaking, please stop crying. Shhh, Shhh, it's okay. Nothing's going to happen…"

"Duo wh-…" Heero halted mid-sentence taking in the scene in the same manner as the witness before him did.

"NOW…get her into the bathroom."

"B- ."

"Now."

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Frantic rushing ensued, which made the simple task of carrying her to the bathroom into a taxing mission. Heero was busy running around like a headless chicken trying to find where Wufei had shoved the First Aid Kit after his "katana" incident. Ayame was standing, just barely on her own; seizing, shaking and whimpering incoherent words to an imaginary person that she couldn't tare her eyes away from. Duo, whose unsteady movements had created a disaster in the small enclosure, had finally gained control of his hands enough to turn the knobs of the bathtub. Heero entered moments later, arms full of white wrappings and gauze.

"Get her in and clean her off."

"BUT SHE'S FREEZING COLD!"

"Look I'm not mending dirty wounds. That would make her worse than she is now."

"….. Sh-e's not going to die.…right?"

"…"

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