Wow! I'm getting chapters up quickly…I love you, my faithful reviewers! ^_^ I am writing this at school since my classes are so boring -.- …any way, on with the story.
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They took turns watching their unconscious friend. Heero had refused to leave the room, even to eat, until Wufei had talked some sense into him.
"What is the point if you become just as weak as he is?"
Heero had relented and decided to leave the room once in a while. Duo hadn't woken up in two days. Dr. Po was called and she decided that it was exhaustion and the lack of food and sleep that caused him to be so weakened. She had assured them that she would be back in a couple of days.
That afternoon, the pilots were talking quietly in Duo's room.
"Why did he do this to himself?" Quatre questioned.
"We don't know, Quatre. Only Duo can tell us that." Heero sighed and leaned back in his chair, which was beside the bed. His fingers absently stroked Duo's knuckles.
A moan came from the bed and Duo stirred. Bleary eyes opened and blinked a couple of times. Then the hazy faces of the other ex-pilots hovering over him became clear.
"Hey." He mumbled. His throat felt horribly dry and he coughed a little. "Water." He croaked.
Wufei picked up the glass of water from the bedside table, while Heero helped him sit up and supported him, as Wufei held the glass to the bedridden pilot's lips.
"What happened?" he asked after his voice came back to normal.
"You passed out. Two days ago." Trowa said, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back against the wall.
"Duo, what's going on?" Quatre asked, pleadingly. Duo looked away from those pain filled marine blue eyes and stared at the bed. Heero gave his hand a gentle squeeze and the American pilot looked at their clasped hands for the first time. He looked up at Heero, the deep cobalt eyes comforting. He looked into them and said.
"I…can't. Not…yet." He pleaded with his eyes to Heero. The Japanese pilot looked disappointed but he didn't push it. He patted duo's hand comfortingly and placed it back on the bed.
"Rest. For now." He said, getting up. Duo gave him a small smile and closed his eyes, settling into slumber. With one look at the other pilots, Heero left the room.
Trowa and Quatre also left the room, Wufei moving to follow them when he stopped. Turning back, he looked at the sleeping pilot. Walking over, he brushed away few wisps of dark chestnut hair that had escaped the braid.
"Rest, love. For now."
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sorry, that was all I was able to do….but I'll have more up…if I get enough reviews ^_^ mooahahah!
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They took turns watching their unconscious friend. Heero had refused to leave the room, even to eat, until Wufei had talked some sense into him.
"What is the point if you become just as weak as he is?"
Heero had relented and decided to leave the room once in a while. Duo hadn't woken up in two days. Dr. Po was called and she decided that it was exhaustion and the lack of food and sleep that caused him to be so weakened. She had assured them that she would be back in a couple of days.
That afternoon, the pilots were talking quietly in Duo's room.
"Why did he do this to himself?" Quatre questioned.
"We don't know, Quatre. Only Duo can tell us that." Heero sighed and leaned back in his chair, which was beside the bed. His fingers absently stroked Duo's knuckles.
A moan came from the bed and Duo stirred. Bleary eyes opened and blinked a couple of times. Then the hazy faces of the other ex-pilots hovering over him became clear.
"Hey." He mumbled. His throat felt horribly dry and he coughed a little. "Water." He croaked.
Wufei picked up the glass of water from the bedside table, while Heero helped him sit up and supported him, as Wufei held the glass to the bedridden pilot's lips.
"What happened?" he asked after his voice came back to normal.
"You passed out. Two days ago." Trowa said, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back against the wall.
"Duo, what's going on?" Quatre asked, pleadingly. Duo looked away from those pain filled marine blue eyes and stared at the bed. Heero gave his hand a gentle squeeze and the American pilot looked at their clasped hands for the first time. He looked up at Heero, the deep cobalt eyes comforting. He looked into them and said.
"I…can't. Not…yet." He pleaded with his eyes to Heero. The Japanese pilot looked disappointed but he didn't push it. He patted duo's hand comfortingly and placed it back on the bed.
"Rest. For now." He said, getting up. Duo gave him a small smile and closed his eyes, settling into slumber. With one look at the other pilots, Heero left the room.
Trowa and Quatre also left the room, Wufei moving to follow them when he stopped. Turning back, he looked at the sleeping pilot. Walking over, he brushed away few wisps of dark chestnut hair that had escaped the braid.
"Rest, love. For now."
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sorry, that was all I was able to do….but I'll have more up…if I get enough reviews ^_^ mooahahah!