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"How is he?" Quatre asked as the doctor emerged from the emergency room of the hospital. When the Gundam pilots had gotten back to the mansion, they had admit Duo in the hospital immediately, when he started to cough up blood.
The middle-aged woman in her white lab coat removed her glasses and sighed. "Honestly he's not doing so good. Not only has he broken quite a few ribs but also one of them pierced his left lung. That explains why he was coughing up blood. The lung is badly damaged. I don't know how soon we can even get a transplant for him. So far, the surgery helped remove the rib that pierced the lung and set it back in place but it has not helped much in repairing the damage of his lung."
Quatre's eyes widened with every word. The woman went on, not noticing. "Also, I think he was raped. His insides are torn and cut. He has lost a lot of blood. We have done everything we can for him. But unless a lung transplant comes through, there is not much hope."
"Right now, he's asleep. It will take a while before he is awake again. I'll let you know when he wakes up."
Quatre looked positively horrified. He somehow managed to mumble his thanks and walked to the seat in the waiting room where Trowa sat patiently. Heero and Wufei had gone to take care of some last minute details regarding the mission. The blond sat down, shell-shocked by the events.
"Quatre?" A soft voice interrupted.
"He was raped…" Quatre whispered, a crack in his voice. "Gods, Trowa, he was raped." Quatre covered his face with his hands. "The doctor said that his lung was pierced and that he needed a transplant or else…." Quatre's body shook with the sobs that racked through him. "No, no, no…this wasn't supposed to happen…no…"
Trowa gently took him in his arms, quieting his sobs, murmuring soothingly. "Shh, it's going to be okay. Things will be okay. Not better, just okay."
Just then Wufei and Heero came through the doors. Looking at the state Quatre was in, Wufei crossed the room, taking the Arabian into his own arms, leaving Trowa free to get up and greet Heero.
"Report."
"Damn it, Heero!" Trowa cried. "This is not just a stupid mission. This is Duo we're talking about!"
Heero looked down, shamefaced. "I'm sorry." He reached out with his hand drawing Trowa closer to him. "I didn't mean for it to come out that way." He rubbed his hand along Trowa's back. "How is he?"
Trowa sighed and relaxed against Heero. "Honestly, he's not doing so good. He needs a lung transplant, and chances of finding one fast enough is not good either."
Heero's body became tense as he listened to the other's words. All of them settled down for the long wait.
Second ticked by, hours passed. It seemed like eternity, only they were waiting for it to end. Wufei held Quatre on the bench. The Arabian had finally gone silently, withdrawing into himself. Trowa and Heero stood leaning against opposite walls, both pairs of eyes, glued towards the door.
Just as it seemed that it never was going to end, the doors opened and a nurse came out.
"Are you here for Duo Maxwell?" Four nods. "I am here to tell you that he is awake. We have moved him to room 329. Go one at a time. I don't want anyone overwhelming him. Understood?" She asked sharply, but her eyes were soft with kindness.
"Yes." Wufei replied. The nurse gave a small smile in return and left the room.
***
Quatre entered the room 329, slipping in quietly. Everything was so white. In the middle of the room, lay a white bed with a body. The Arabian moved quietly to the side and looked at the American pilot's face. He looked so pale, except for the dark bruises all over his face. His eyes were shut and he looked to be asleep. Quatre sighed, disappointed to have missed the little time in which his best friend was awake. He reached over and took the limp hand, tangling his fingers with the other's and gave a gentle squeeze. In response, the limp hand gave a weak squeeze in return. Quatre looked up the bed to see hooded amethyst orbs looking back at him.
"Hey." He whispered softly.
"Hey yourself." Duo rasped back a reply. He coughed a little and gestured towards the glass of water beside his bed. Quatre picked it up and helped him drink a few sips of water.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been squashed by all five Gundams at once." Duo replied, smiling.
Quatre winced at the attempt to lighten the mood. "Don't even joke about that. If you weren't bed-ridden, I would have personally made sure that you were Squashed for what you did." He said sternly.
"eh, guess I deserved that, ne?" Duo grinned his usual 100 watt smile, except now it was only about 25 watts. Quatre returned the smile with a small grin.
"You are an idiot. First you leave without telling me, and then you almost get yourself killed. What kind of friend are you?" Quatre demanded, half-joking.
"A good one? A bad one? I don't know. You tell me."
"Baka." Quatre chuckled, soothing the chestnut bangs out of the other's face. Another moment of silence passed.
"Can I ask you something?" Quatre questioned breaking the silence.
"You just did, but go ahead and ask another one."
"Do you really, truly love Wufei?"
Duo took a deep shuddering breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his heart was bared open for anyone to see.
"Yes, I do."
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Just gonna end it there for now…*yawn* I should get some sleep…I wonder why I always end up writing these in the night
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"How is he?" Quatre asked as the doctor emerged from the emergency room of the hospital. When the Gundam pilots had gotten back to the mansion, they had admit Duo in the hospital immediately, when he started to cough up blood.
The middle-aged woman in her white lab coat removed her glasses and sighed. "Honestly he's not doing so good. Not only has he broken quite a few ribs but also one of them pierced his left lung. That explains why he was coughing up blood. The lung is badly damaged. I don't know how soon we can even get a transplant for him. So far, the surgery helped remove the rib that pierced the lung and set it back in place but it has not helped much in repairing the damage of his lung."
Quatre's eyes widened with every word. The woman went on, not noticing. "Also, I think he was raped. His insides are torn and cut. He has lost a lot of blood. We have done everything we can for him. But unless a lung transplant comes through, there is not much hope."
"Right now, he's asleep. It will take a while before he is awake again. I'll let you know when he wakes up."
Quatre looked positively horrified. He somehow managed to mumble his thanks and walked to the seat in the waiting room where Trowa sat patiently. Heero and Wufei had gone to take care of some last minute details regarding the mission. The blond sat down, shell-shocked by the events.
"Quatre?" A soft voice interrupted.
"He was raped…" Quatre whispered, a crack in his voice. "Gods, Trowa, he was raped." Quatre covered his face with his hands. "The doctor said that his lung was pierced and that he needed a transplant or else…." Quatre's body shook with the sobs that racked through him. "No, no, no…this wasn't supposed to happen…no…"
Trowa gently took him in his arms, quieting his sobs, murmuring soothingly. "Shh, it's going to be okay. Things will be okay. Not better, just okay."
Just then Wufei and Heero came through the doors. Looking at the state Quatre was in, Wufei crossed the room, taking the Arabian into his own arms, leaving Trowa free to get up and greet Heero.
"Report."
"Damn it, Heero!" Trowa cried. "This is not just a stupid mission. This is Duo we're talking about!"
Heero looked down, shamefaced. "I'm sorry." He reached out with his hand drawing Trowa closer to him. "I didn't mean for it to come out that way." He rubbed his hand along Trowa's back. "How is he?"
Trowa sighed and relaxed against Heero. "Honestly, he's not doing so good. He needs a lung transplant, and chances of finding one fast enough is not good either."
Heero's body became tense as he listened to the other's words. All of them settled down for the long wait.
Second ticked by, hours passed. It seemed like eternity, only they were waiting for it to end. Wufei held Quatre on the bench. The Arabian had finally gone silently, withdrawing into himself. Trowa and Heero stood leaning against opposite walls, both pairs of eyes, glued towards the door.
Just as it seemed that it never was going to end, the doors opened and a nurse came out.
"Are you here for Duo Maxwell?" Four nods. "I am here to tell you that he is awake. We have moved him to room 329. Go one at a time. I don't want anyone overwhelming him. Understood?" She asked sharply, but her eyes were soft with kindness.
"Yes." Wufei replied. The nurse gave a small smile in return and left the room.
***
Quatre entered the room 329, slipping in quietly. Everything was so white. In the middle of the room, lay a white bed with a body. The Arabian moved quietly to the side and looked at the American pilot's face. He looked so pale, except for the dark bruises all over his face. His eyes were shut and he looked to be asleep. Quatre sighed, disappointed to have missed the little time in which his best friend was awake. He reached over and took the limp hand, tangling his fingers with the other's and gave a gentle squeeze. In response, the limp hand gave a weak squeeze in return. Quatre looked up the bed to see hooded amethyst orbs looking back at him.
"Hey." He whispered softly.
"Hey yourself." Duo rasped back a reply. He coughed a little and gestured towards the glass of water beside his bed. Quatre picked it up and helped him drink a few sips of water.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I've been squashed by all five Gundams at once." Duo replied, smiling.
Quatre winced at the attempt to lighten the mood. "Don't even joke about that. If you weren't bed-ridden, I would have personally made sure that you were Squashed for what you did." He said sternly.
"eh, guess I deserved that, ne?" Duo grinned his usual 100 watt smile, except now it was only about 25 watts. Quatre returned the smile with a small grin.
"You are an idiot. First you leave without telling me, and then you almost get yourself killed. What kind of friend are you?" Quatre demanded, half-joking.
"A good one? A bad one? I don't know. You tell me."
"Baka." Quatre chuckled, soothing the chestnut bangs out of the other's face. Another moment of silence passed.
"Can I ask you something?" Quatre questioned breaking the silence.
"You just did, but go ahead and ask another one."
"Do you really, truly love Wufei?"
Duo took a deep shuddering breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his heart was bared open for anyone to see.
"Yes, I do."
***
Just gonna end it there for now…*yawn* I should get some sleep…I wonder why I always end up writing these in the night