Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or any of its characters, so don't sue me!

Warning: Very weird, and disturbing.(not in a sexual way or anything, but still). Also, OOC for Quatre - you have been warned!

Pairing: 3x4 (eventually)

Plot: Quatre suffers and injury and Trowa tried to help him cope. (I know it's been done before, but I wanted to try it myself from a slightly different angle.)

Chapter One

I once heard a saying; There's no sunshine when it rains.

I can't remember where I heard the saying, or who came up with it, but maybe it is true. Maybe it is raining right now. That would explain the darkness, right?

I blink my eyes desperately, trying to adjust to the darkness, so I can see the outline of things in the dark and try to get some clue as to where I am. I am aware of this trick, and yet it doesn't work. No matter how hard I blink the darkness doesn't resolve itself.

Since where I am is still pitchblack I calm my breathing, and steady my racing heart. There are other ways to find out where I am, I will just have to resort to them instead.

So I feel about me with my hands. My fingers brush over something scratchy, and I follow it with my fingertips, tracing it as I try to work out what it is I am feeling. The feel is foreign, but as I continue touching it I realise it is all over me. Covering me almost. A blanket then. It must be a blanket of some kind.

I shift my head a bit, and feel that it is slightly elevated on some kind of platform. A pillow.

Okay, see this isn't so hard. I am partially covered by a blanket, and my head is on a pillow. There you go then. I must be on some kind of bed, since I appear to be on my back.

I test my other senses now, and the first thing I notice is a weird, but strangely familiar smell. Wherever I am I have obviously been here before. That must mean it is safe. Safe from what though?

I am just beginning to ponder this unusual thought when I hear something. A cold breeze makes me shiver slightly, and I hear the rustle of clothing as somebody or something approaches me.

I still can't see anything, and wonder how someone can live in this pitchblack. I realise they still aren't saying anything, and am just beginning to panic when they speak.

"Oh good, you're awake at last. And how do you feel Mr Winner?"

The voice is warm and solicitous, and I sense they mean no harm. I don't question how I know this, I just accept it as fact. Plenty of time to question it later. For now though I decide to answer honestly.

"Confused."

There is a brief pause, and I hear an odd scratching noise. Like a pen on a piece of paper, only louder sounding than it should be. There is a slight rustle as if the person has moved, and I hear someone else moving about.

"Right well that should be cleared up in a moment. I am Doctor Lester, and you appear to be in good health Mr Winner. Therefore I will let your friend visit for a while, but not too long, you understand? I don't want you to over exert yourself too soon."

Despite the fact that the Doctor was addressing me, I got the impression she was also speaking to someone else at the same time. It was very disconcerting.

"Quatre, how are you, really?"

The quiet, concerned voice is a lot closer to me than the Doctor's was, and I automatically turn my head in that direction. I realise vaguely the Doctor has left, but am too busy trying to figure out if I know the owner of the voice to pay it much attention.

After tossing the question of whether or not I know this person about for a minute, I decide it would speed matters if I knew the person's name.

"Sorry, but what's your name?"

As silence spreads for a minute I wonder if I did the wrong thing in asking.

"My name, is Trowa. Trowa Barton. Are you all right, Quatre?"

I sense something near me, and realise the person has leaned forward, towards me. I also notice an odd tone in their voice. Something akin to worry. And I wonder why they are worried.

"I'm sorry. Do I know you? I can't seem to remember where I know you from."

I hear him suck in a breath, and jump slightly when I feel a warm hand settle on my bare arm.

"Quatre can you see me?"

The question seems a bit odd, since I don't see how anybody could see in this pitchblackness, but I decide to humour them. They obviously feel they know me, and I don't want to hurt them needlessly.

"Of course I can't see you. It might help if you turned on a light."

There was yet another silence, which was beginning to get on my nerves since I couldn't see what he was doing, before he spoke again. His voice hushed, and definitely worried now.

"Quatre, the light is on."

What do you reckon? Should I continue, or are you not interested? Please R+R.