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Graphic-ness! Angsty-ness!

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~Life aint no bowl of cherries~

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Fuck 911. Who ever came up with that wanted everyone who ever had a problem to die talking on the phone when they coulda been doing something constructive like running their asses off or stopping the pulsating river of blood that was pouring down their body.

Heero had spent four hours of that restless night right outside of the bathroom screaming into the kitchen phone at the 911 operator who didn't seem to take in the seriousness of the situation as the perfect solider wanted them to.

"No you get the FUCK over here and HELP HER NOW!!!!!…. NO SHE'S NOT IN THE MIDDLE OF BEING RAPED! ARE ALL YOU FUCKING OPERATORS THIS STUPID OR DO THEY JUST HIRE NUMB-NUTS FOR THIS JOB SO EVERYONE CAN DIE!"

Duo smirked as he heard a loud sob from the other side of the phone.

"DAMMIT DON'T START CRYING!" Heero slammed down the cordless phone onto the receiver, gripping it tightly.

"Ya know…" Duo humored himself by talking to Ayame who smiled back every once in a while but never said a word, "they probably think Heero's giving birth with the way he sounds like screaming at them."

It was better to be calm with Ayame than to be a ranting idiot, Duo figured, that is until something drastic happend.

Hours past. About 2 or 3. Heero was asleep on the kitchen table. Duo pulled Ayame from the bath tub and had her fully wrapped. Thank god for all those times he had gotten his ass kicked or he wouldn't have known how to mend wounds as bad as this. It was hard to act totally professional while a nude woman, who you found a vague interest in, lay on your bed.

Silence rang in Shinigami's ears. Damn that silence. It reminded him of such pain. Right after Sister Helen had died, he sat there alone wishing he coulda died with them. He NEVER wanted that quiet again. The silence blamed him for their deaths and condemned him to hell; maybe that's why he talked so much…

"Ayame? Hey…" he gently tapped the side of her face bringing her eyes open.

"Wha-t's wrong…Duo? Why are you here?"

::Is she kiddin'!? Doesn't she remember anything?::

"Wh- oh no…" A sob cracked out from her dry throat, "I'm so sorry." The bandages on her hands made for a good tissue.

"Sorry for what. It'd be hard to believe you wanted this done to you…you're lucky you didn't die…"

"LOOK AT ME!" She sounded hysterical. The braided one stayed alert just incase he had to pin her to keep her from running from the room.

"Duo I look so horrible. I bet your body doesn't look half as scarred or torn apart as mine does… I look so horrible." The words were becoming an incoherent jumble of syllables.

"Hey, I've had my fair share of scrape ups!" It seemed to calm her down by understating the seriousness of the situation before, but it wasn't working now.

"I'm a whore…" she curled up pulling the blankets to her burning cheeks. "This only happens to prostitutes…why the hell did you help me…I- I SHOULD BE DEAD!"

"Calm down! Don't get worked up you're still sick. We're going to take you to the hospital and-.."

"NO! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME GO!!!"

"AYAM-."

"PLEASE!!!!!"

"…Fine…."

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"Where is this patient I've been told about?"

Morning finally came and the other pilots were back, murmuring about getting stuck in the car on a flooded piece of roadway the previous night. Fortunately, Quatre's cell phone was still working, and Heero was able to call and ask them to pick up the only thing closest to a doctor they could think of.

"Er…ah…Sally?" Duo rubbed the back of his head uneasily, "Ayame, the patient, she's still kinda uppity about the whole fiasco so…"

"I'll go easy on her Duo." Sally's lopsided smile quirked at her lips, "I'm not planning to operate but if I am I'll tell ya."

"WHAT?!"

"It…was a joke…did you sleep any last night? No? Okay. go to bed now."

"BU-."

"Bye!" She shoved him out of his own room.

"HOW'M I SUPPOSE TO SLEEP. YOU TOOK OVER MY ROOM. Aw fuck, I'll use the couch." Duo glared at the door.

"Maxwell." Wufei leaned against the wall parallel with his room entrance. "What happened to the onna? You seem pretty upset." The Chinese ass loved to rub in every weakness he had. So what if the god of death had fucking feelings?

Those violet eyes bled with defeat. He wasn't gonna try to fight Wufei. Not now at least, the black haired pilot was a speck in this situation. "She won't tell me." The answer was unquestionable. No more comments were made. Not even Quatre spoke.

Fuck that silence. Duo was starting to believe this was his entire fault.

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All five stood there like an oil painting. Eyes flicking from one to another and then to the clock. It'd only been a half an hour.

"D-." Quatre stuttered out, coiling his tongue back on his words as everyone's eyes bared down on him at once. "Do you have any idea, who could have done this to her?…"

"Hn. Her significant other. I called the police concerning him right around six a.m. and apparently he has various accusations against him already. It'll only be a matter of time."

Duo was too intrigued with the other pilot's reactions to really listen to the rest of the conversation.

Trowa showed no reaction, but who expected him to anyway? Quatre seemed shaken to the core. And Wufei seemed disgusted.

::Hey the dick head has a soul.:: Duo thought in referencing Wufei.

The wooden dividend, the one separating them from the victim, creaked open. Sally's eyes were glued on the ground like she was trying to count every fiber in the carpeting, with exceedingly wide eyes.

"No. Leave her alone right now." Sally put her arm out, locking her hand on the doorframe like a human gate as the young men tried to file their way in.

Sally's eyes met theirs, hers almost wishing they could bring themselves to cry.

"H-how bad?…" Quatre this time sputtered out.

"There's good news and bad news what do you want first…"

"Good!" Duo popped out hoping it was something along the lines of 'Nothing at all serious happened'.

"Okay…It turns out she * wasn't * raped"

::Good sign! Someone loves me up there…::

"It looks like someone tried to…rearrange…" the words weren't coming together right at all. "I'll be …blunt…it looks like someone was trying to slice her up from the inside out. And very roughly might I add."

::Fuck the world::

"I didn't know you could shove a knife so * far * up like that…" her voice choked up.

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Juggling knives leaves cuts that don't heal.

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