Til' death do us part
Chapter two: The meaning of Death
10/12/03
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Duo pushed the needle into his arm with ease. He watched as the number of fluid went down. It stung. He sat down on the bathroom floor, leaning up against the bathtub
Heero walked down the stairs, whistling his happy tune, content and feeling slightly excited to see his companion, "Knock, knock!" He sang as he opened the unlocked door. No one greeted him. He felt a chill in the air, "Duo?"
Heero searched each room, not finding his cheeky buddy anywhere. Finally, Heero poked his head into the bathroom and groped the wall for a light switch. Light flooded the room.
"Oh god!" Heero screamed, "Duo!"
Duo lay breathing heavily, blood strewn over his shirt. The blood was coming from inside the body.
"NO! I won't let you do this!" Heero shook Duo violently.
A man had heard the commotion and entered upon hearing Heero's voice, "What's the matter son?"
"Call an ambulance!" Heero screamed, holding Duo's head up. He looked back down at Duo, "Why?" he whispered shakily.
Duo looked up into his eyes smiling, "Living in a dream is much more fun."
~
One month earlier:
Duo hobbled along the streets, his eyes baggy and his skin as pale as snow. He reached the ally, "Type S . . . please," he said sluggishly.
"That's it," the man chuckled, "I'm all out," he walked further down the alley.
"Wait!" Duo called out sleepily, before passing out.
~
A few days later:
"Duo . . . you're shaking," Heero murmured.
"Mind your own damn business and help me with my homework!" Duo retorted.
Heero stared at Duo's shaking body, worried about his comrade. The broom jabs have completely stopped. This is the first time speaking to Heero in days.
Heero grabbed Duo's arm, "Tell me. What's wrong with you?"
Duo's eyes where hidden behind his undernourished hair, "If you really cared, you'd let me go right now."
Heero waited four seconds before releasing Duo. What Duo had said made completely no sense to him. Why was Duo hell bent on pushing him away? There friendship's flame had gone down to a flicker. What would happen when it went out?
~
A week later:
"I'm glad you came to visit Duo," Quatre's smile brightened, then faded, "Duo, I'm still worried about your condition. Shall I call a doctor?"
"Why would you do such a thing," Duo spat, "Heero's already tried, I never showed up to meet that doctor!"
"What about Sally? Would that make you feel better?" Quatre was already picking up the phone.
Duo slammed his hand down over Quatre's, forcing the phone back down into the receiver, "Sally can go to hell!"
For the first time, Duo frightened Quatre. There was a look in Duo's gaunt eyes, besides the fact that they look like two burnt holes in his head. Quatre began to tremble and his heart raced. He wished no longer to be near Duo, "Please, let go," He began to pull his hand away.
Duo pulled it back, yanking Quatre to him. He held Quatre by the neck, pushing him up against the wall, "If you call any doctor, anyone, I'll break your fucking neck!" Duo released Quatre and he dropped onto the floor, backing into a corner.
Duo strolled off. He reached the nearest bathroom and began searching the cabinets for pills, any kind of pills. He spotted syringes and needles in the far right corner of the cabinet, Quatre's diabetic needles. Duo found an unused one and stuffed it into his jacket. He ran across a bottle of narcotic and stuffed that into his jacket as well.
He may not have Type S, but he has something much more the same.
~
Present:
"That's what must have happened," Heero said aloud, finishing his thoughts, "When he was restricted from Type S, his body couldn't handle even an hour without it. So he resorted to another way of hallucinating."
"I'm sorry that I wasn't watching him," Quatre sighed looking at Heero who was sitting in a chair across the room, "I was afraid to go near him after he threatened me. I let him get away with the syringe and narcotic. I don't even know why I kept it in there."
"It doesn't matter, what's done is done," Sally Poe tucked the sleeping Duo in, "I just hope time is on our side."
Duo had a simple look on his face. He didn't look sick at first glance, but when you saw the tubes and wires connected to him, you understood.
"Who knew," Heero said, squeezing the empty bottle that once held Type S, "Who knew that the Type S would act so violently against the sedative? What exactly is Type S?" He looked at Duo, "Where did you get this!?"
Sally fondled Duo's bangs, moving them away from his eyes. She checked his IV before leaving the room, Quatre following behind, leaving Heero and Duo in peace.
Heero's eyes fell on Duo. He stared for a long time, remembering all the fun times they had, even as children. He remembered the first day Heero had gotten into a fight when he was ten, Duo was right there beside him, and together they won that fight. How did it come to this? Why would Duo be so blind as to do something like this?
The IV dripped silently and Heero couldn't look at Duo anymore. It hurt. He looked around the room, not knowing what he would do next and in his restlessness, he spotted a book on the table across from Duo. He walked around the bed, eyes locked on the book, until it came nearer enough to read the title, Holy Bible. Heero's blood ran cold for a bit before he picked up the book and returned to his chair to read it. Duo's favorite book, now in Heero's hands.
Heero flipped to the first page and silently, with anticipation, read.
~
The IV dripped and Duo opened his eyes slowly. He felt fuzzy, his vision blurred terribly and his body were in great pain. He raised his head painfully and surveyed the room, his eyes then resting on a figure lying in a chair. He recognized the fluffy mess of chocolate brown hair, "Heero?" He whispered out, "Is that you?"
Heero had fallen asleep in his chair, only halfway into the Bible. He raised his head a bit to the sound of his name.
"Heero," Duo hoarsed out louder, "Heero!"
Heero snapped out of his sleep and his head swiveled around the room, finally resting on Duo. He smiled, "Duo, you're awake!" His voice softened, "I'm glad."
"Heero, I'm cold, come lay with me," Duo patted the space next to him.
Heero stood up halfway and rested the book on his chair. He weaved his way around the tubes and wires and crawled into the bed, cuddling up with his companion. He rested his cheek on the back of Duo's head, Duo's soft hair cushioning it. He smiled contently, rubbing warmth into Duo's upper arm, "Why? Give me the real answer."
"Do you know the meaning of Death?" Duo smiled, snuggling into his pillow, warming his ears, "I do, I've seen it."
Heero smiled, "Then I have no reason to be here right now," Heero began to move off the bed.
"No! Stay," Duo whined, yanking Heero's left leg back onto the bed.
Heero chuckled then sighed, "I know you have problems, but there's other ways of beating around them."
"I thought so, but I was already hooked," Duo whispered, "I'm sorry for being such an ass; to you, to Quatre. I'm sorry."
"Sleep, you need more rest," Heero yawned himself, remembering that he was disturbed from his rest.
"Goodnight, bitch," Duo whispered, smiling.
"Screw you," Heero chuckled before closing his eyes for rest.
Quatre smiled, watching from the window in the door.
~
Next chapter:
"Let's go home, you're a lot healthier now."
"I have more Type S."
"Our friendship is becoming something more."
"I can't go back! I won't go back!"
Chapter three: A new addiction
Chapter two: The meaning of Death
10/12/03
~
Duo pushed the needle into his arm with ease. He watched as the number of fluid went down. It stung. He sat down on the bathroom floor, leaning up against the bathtub
Heero walked down the stairs, whistling his happy tune, content and feeling slightly excited to see his companion, "Knock, knock!" He sang as he opened the unlocked door. No one greeted him. He felt a chill in the air, "Duo?"
Heero searched each room, not finding his cheeky buddy anywhere. Finally, Heero poked his head into the bathroom and groped the wall for a light switch. Light flooded the room.
"Oh god!" Heero screamed, "Duo!"
Duo lay breathing heavily, blood strewn over his shirt. The blood was coming from inside the body.
"NO! I won't let you do this!" Heero shook Duo violently.
A man had heard the commotion and entered upon hearing Heero's voice, "What's the matter son?"
"Call an ambulance!" Heero screamed, holding Duo's head up. He looked back down at Duo, "Why?" he whispered shakily.
Duo looked up into his eyes smiling, "Living in a dream is much more fun."
~
One month earlier:
Duo hobbled along the streets, his eyes baggy and his skin as pale as snow. He reached the ally, "Type S . . . please," he said sluggishly.
"That's it," the man chuckled, "I'm all out," he walked further down the alley.
"Wait!" Duo called out sleepily, before passing out.
~
A few days later:
"Duo . . . you're shaking," Heero murmured.
"Mind your own damn business and help me with my homework!" Duo retorted.
Heero stared at Duo's shaking body, worried about his comrade. The broom jabs have completely stopped. This is the first time speaking to Heero in days.
Heero grabbed Duo's arm, "Tell me. What's wrong with you?"
Duo's eyes where hidden behind his undernourished hair, "If you really cared, you'd let me go right now."
Heero waited four seconds before releasing Duo. What Duo had said made completely no sense to him. Why was Duo hell bent on pushing him away? There friendship's flame had gone down to a flicker. What would happen when it went out?
~
A week later:
"I'm glad you came to visit Duo," Quatre's smile brightened, then faded, "Duo, I'm still worried about your condition. Shall I call a doctor?"
"Why would you do such a thing," Duo spat, "Heero's already tried, I never showed up to meet that doctor!"
"What about Sally? Would that make you feel better?" Quatre was already picking up the phone.
Duo slammed his hand down over Quatre's, forcing the phone back down into the receiver, "Sally can go to hell!"
For the first time, Duo frightened Quatre. There was a look in Duo's gaunt eyes, besides the fact that they look like two burnt holes in his head. Quatre began to tremble and his heart raced. He wished no longer to be near Duo, "Please, let go," He began to pull his hand away.
Duo pulled it back, yanking Quatre to him. He held Quatre by the neck, pushing him up against the wall, "If you call any doctor, anyone, I'll break your fucking neck!" Duo released Quatre and he dropped onto the floor, backing into a corner.
Duo strolled off. He reached the nearest bathroom and began searching the cabinets for pills, any kind of pills. He spotted syringes and needles in the far right corner of the cabinet, Quatre's diabetic needles. Duo found an unused one and stuffed it into his jacket. He ran across a bottle of narcotic and stuffed that into his jacket as well.
He may not have Type S, but he has something much more the same.
~
Present:
"That's what must have happened," Heero said aloud, finishing his thoughts, "When he was restricted from Type S, his body couldn't handle even an hour without it. So he resorted to another way of hallucinating."
"I'm sorry that I wasn't watching him," Quatre sighed looking at Heero who was sitting in a chair across the room, "I was afraid to go near him after he threatened me. I let him get away with the syringe and narcotic. I don't even know why I kept it in there."
"It doesn't matter, what's done is done," Sally Poe tucked the sleeping Duo in, "I just hope time is on our side."
Duo had a simple look on his face. He didn't look sick at first glance, but when you saw the tubes and wires connected to him, you understood.
"Who knew," Heero said, squeezing the empty bottle that once held Type S, "Who knew that the Type S would act so violently against the sedative? What exactly is Type S?" He looked at Duo, "Where did you get this!?"
Sally fondled Duo's bangs, moving them away from his eyes. She checked his IV before leaving the room, Quatre following behind, leaving Heero and Duo in peace.
Heero's eyes fell on Duo. He stared for a long time, remembering all the fun times they had, even as children. He remembered the first day Heero had gotten into a fight when he was ten, Duo was right there beside him, and together they won that fight. How did it come to this? Why would Duo be so blind as to do something like this?
The IV dripped silently and Heero couldn't look at Duo anymore. It hurt. He looked around the room, not knowing what he would do next and in his restlessness, he spotted a book on the table across from Duo. He walked around the bed, eyes locked on the book, until it came nearer enough to read the title, Holy Bible. Heero's blood ran cold for a bit before he picked up the book and returned to his chair to read it. Duo's favorite book, now in Heero's hands.
Heero flipped to the first page and silently, with anticipation, read.
~
The IV dripped and Duo opened his eyes slowly. He felt fuzzy, his vision blurred terribly and his body were in great pain. He raised his head painfully and surveyed the room, his eyes then resting on a figure lying in a chair. He recognized the fluffy mess of chocolate brown hair, "Heero?" He whispered out, "Is that you?"
Heero had fallen asleep in his chair, only halfway into the Bible. He raised his head a bit to the sound of his name.
"Heero," Duo hoarsed out louder, "Heero!"
Heero snapped out of his sleep and his head swiveled around the room, finally resting on Duo. He smiled, "Duo, you're awake!" His voice softened, "I'm glad."
"Heero, I'm cold, come lay with me," Duo patted the space next to him.
Heero stood up halfway and rested the book on his chair. He weaved his way around the tubes and wires and crawled into the bed, cuddling up with his companion. He rested his cheek on the back of Duo's head, Duo's soft hair cushioning it. He smiled contently, rubbing warmth into Duo's upper arm, "Why? Give me the real answer."
"Do you know the meaning of Death?" Duo smiled, snuggling into his pillow, warming his ears, "I do, I've seen it."
Heero smiled, "Then I have no reason to be here right now," Heero began to move off the bed.
"No! Stay," Duo whined, yanking Heero's left leg back onto the bed.
Heero chuckled then sighed, "I know you have problems, but there's other ways of beating around them."
"I thought so, but I was already hooked," Duo whispered, "I'm sorry for being such an ass; to you, to Quatre. I'm sorry."
"Sleep, you need more rest," Heero yawned himself, remembering that he was disturbed from his rest.
"Goodnight, bitch," Duo whispered, smiling.
"Screw you," Heero chuckled before closing his eyes for rest.
Quatre smiled, watching from the window in the door.
~
Next chapter:
"Let's go home, you're a lot healthier now."
"I have more Type S."
"Our friendship is becoming something more."
"I can't go back! I won't go back!"
Chapter three: A new addiction