A/n: this is a story I wrote a long, long time ago. It might be a little
crappy but hey what can I say I was in my freshman year. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own G.W.
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"She's been here for quite some time now, the poor dear. It's good that the two of you are volunteering. She might have some company now. I just have to tell you something: Don't expect her to respond to you. We don't even know her name. Obviously, she has no friends or family and since we've found her, she hasn't opened her eyes or responded to anyone." The nurse said as they walked down the long hospital corridor. "We, the staff, have nick named her Skye. Her eyes when and if anyone saw them were the color of the sky."
"Is it okay if I take this one Trowa?" a blond haired, aquamarine eyed boy said.
"It's fine by me. It's my fault we're in this mess." A brown haired green eyed boy said.
They came to a large oak door with the number 264. When the nurse opened the door they were expecting to see monitors hooked up to a little girl. What they found was a girl their age and no monitors.
"Are you sure you'll be okay by yourself, Quatre?" Trowa asked turning to the blond boy. "Yeah, I'll be fine."
"All right then dear, you come with me. I've got another patient for you." The nurse told Trowa as she left the room.
"I'll be back here at eight, okay?" Trowa told Quatre. "Yeah all right." The blond boy said as he turned to the girl.
The door closed and Quatre was left in the room with the unmoving girl. 'What to do?' Quatre asked himself. He dropped his satchel and watched as a book popped out. 'Hey!' he thought as he picked the well worn book up. 'The Hobbit. Well, found out what to do but now what?' he thought to himself.
"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner." He said out loud. 'Stupid!' he thought looking away from the girl Quatre finally got a good look at the hospital room. It was pristine white with a fairly large window to oneside and a rough wooden chair in front of it.
He went over to the chair and scouted it closer to the bed. 'Alrighty, now time to read.' He began to read to himself but soon found himself reading aloud. 'Now I really feel stupid.' He thought, 'Its like reading to a wall.'
He stopped reading and looked at the seemingly sleeping girl. She was different somehow. Time flew by as he contunued reading to her. All of a sudden there came a knock on the door, "Quatre, it's time to go."
"I'm going." He called out. He stood and looked at the girl once more. Her brown bangs gotten into her face and even though she didn't show discomfort he went over and moved the hair out of the way. 'To think that you've been here that long.' He thought.
He picked up his book bag and stuffed his book in. Quatre looked at her one more time and said, "I'll be back tomorrow."and left the room.
After Quatre left, the girl figdeted slightly. She let out a long sigh and fell silent.
Trowa and Quatre walked out into the parking lot and to Trowa's car. They hopped in and drove off. For half the drive they were silent. Trowa contemplating his mistake and Quatre thinking about the mystery girl.
"So how was it?" Trowa finally asked as he turned into Quatre's street.
"The nurse was right. She doesn't move or talk. She doesn't even open her eyes." Quatre told his brown haired boy as he looked out the window. " How was your day? Who did you get?"
Trowa looked at his friend and then back to the road, "I got a small orphen with cancer."
"Like us." Quatre said after a while. He sighed and burrowed deeper into the seat.
"Yeah well. . . we've got to get you back you back before Rashede becomes finicky.' Trowa said trying to change the subject. Trowa pulled into Quatre's long drive and finally reached the mansion's front doors.
Trowa watched as his blond friend got out of the car. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said and watched as the front door opened and a tall silhouette appeared.
"Yeah, say hi to Catherine for me." Quatre said as he closed the door. He waved Trowa off and walked up the steps to the front door.
The next day went by quickly. School was a bore and Quatre could hardly wait to get out. After school, they found themselves (Quatre and Trowa) in the same hospital rooms.
"Okay to finish the story. . .." Quatre said and took the chair from the window towards the bed. He sat down and began to read.
While he read, he felt something strange begin to happen to the room. He shrugged the feeling off and continued to read. He soon began to droop and he watched as his head connected with the edge of the bed.
Quatre felt himself stop and then be shaken. He slowly opened his eyes and realized that he had fallen asleep.
"Hey, Quatre your home." He heard a familiar voice say. "Huh? What?" He said looking at voices point of origin. His vision cleared and he saw his friend Trowa at the wheel.
"What happened to me?" he asked groggily sitting up. He found his satchel at his feet and the book in his hands.
"You fell asleep in the girls room." Trowa told him, "When I came in you were snoring soundly. . ." His friend paused, "But the weirdest sight was that the girl had her left hand on your head."
"What!" Quatre exclaimed, "I fell asleep!" he began to look around and found that they were at a very familiar place.
"Yeah. . ." Trowa answered astonished at the fact that Quatre had ignored the weird part. "I had to help carry you down to the car. I couldn't get you to wake up, so I let you sleep. You just like everyone else knows that you need the sleep." Trowa said beginning to unbuckle his safety belt. "Not only do you go to school and do your extra curricular activities, you have to manage your father's company all on your own."
With that said Trowa got out of the car and opened Quatre's door. Quatre on the other hand tried to get out with his seatbelt still on. Trowa shook his head and helped his friend out.
"Thanks, Trowa." Quatre said when he was finally out of the car. "Don't mention it, just get a goodnight's rest, alright?" His friend replied over the hood of the car.
"Alright!" Quatre replied as his friend entered his car. He watched Trowa's small red convertible drive away. He turned to his mansion, sighed and walked towards the large double doors.
That night Quatre had the weirdest dream. He dreamt he was in car with a person he did not recognize, but something was very wrong. He was completely terrified. Everything was dark except for an occasional thunder or lightning. He felt the car begin to sway and heard the driver curse. The man lost control and the car flipped over. Quatre awoke with a bang as he fell onto the floor.
'What the hell!?' he thought as he got up from the ground. 'What was that?' Quatre looked around till he saw the glow of the alarm clock. It read 2:40.
Quatre got back into bed but he knew he wasn't going back to sleep. The alarm rang and he looked at it. '6:40' he thought. He got up and began his daily routine.
Later on in school. . .
"Hey, Quatre! Are you okay, buddy!?" A voice came up beside him.
"Hello, Duo." Quatre said as he turned to his right. A long brown haired boy with blue eyes walked casually beside him.
"Huh? What? Is something the matter?" asked the all too observant Duo.
"Uh no, not really. Why do you ask?" Quatre looked at Duo and asked. He was tired to the bone.
"Well your eyes are bloodshoot for one thing and you haven't been here at all. I mean I had to drag you out of that last class. Is something wrong at home?" Duo told the blonde boy beside him. "Not to be offensive but you've kinda been in lala land, ya know?"
"Nooo. . ." Quatre began cautiously. He looked away from Duo and waved to a girl who was waving to him down the hall way.
"Hmmm. Is it the volunteer work?" Duo guessed again. He watched his friend look down to the ground. "Or do you miss the missions?"
"I just had a strange dream that's all." Quatre said. He looked at Duo, "I'm just contimplating what it means."
"Oh. . ." was all Duo could say. He looked away from Quatre and began to think also. "Well. . .see you later Q-man." Duo said before leaving.
Later on that day Quatre, Trowa, and Duo found themselves outside of the hospital.
"Okay so tell me again why Duo is here?" Trowa asked in his monotone voice. He looked to his blonde friend for answers.
"Because, he got interested in the volunteer work we are doing." Quatre said. He looked at his two closest friends and smiled. "Besides we got an assignment asking what our closest family members are doing." Quatre looked away still smiling.
"Alright, then, I'm off." Trowa said. The other two looked at him astonished. "I promised Joey, my patient, some chocolate." Trowa answered their looks. "I'll get you the same time."
"All right!" Quatre and Duo answered in unison.
"So where's this mystery person?" Duo asked as they walked into the hospital after Trowa. He had his hands placed behind his head and was walking at a slow gait.
"On the fourth floor, room 264." Quatre told him as he stopped by the receptionist's desk to sign in.
"Did you bring her anything?" Duo asked after Quatre was done signing in.
Quatre pulled out a long thin box from his bag. ( a/n: I wonder what else he has in that book bag.) "Yeah, I brought her a couple of roses from the Winner gardens." They got into the nearby elevator and rode up to the fourth floor. The elevator dinged and they got off. They walked down the hall way in silence. (a/n: I wonder how Duo can be silent.) "Well here we are." Quatre said as they stopped in front of an ordinary oak door. "I'll go in first."
Quatre entered only to find that there was another patient in the room with Skye. A small boy about the age of ten. He had messy red hair with freckles sprinkled across his cheeks. His green eyes sparkled with happiness as he opened his mouth to talk to Skye.
The boy turned to them as he heard Quatre step in. "Hi! You must be the volunteer I've heard so much about!" the child said enthusiastically.
"Yeah we are." Duo said from behind Quatre as he pushed his way through. "Aren't these private rooms?" Quatre asked out loud.
"Yep! But they couldn't find a place for me, so they stuck me in here." The boy said proudly, bouncing on the bed. "I kept bugging the other kids and patients they put me with."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Quatre asked himself softly.
"Wow she's really something!" Duo muttered out loud from the bed. He was right in front of her. Quatre watched the little boy turn his luminescent green eyes to Duo.
"Yeah and she hasn't moved, talked, or looked at me since they moved me in at noon." The little boy informed Duo. Duo peered at her even closer.
"Duo take care of the kid. Try and find an empty room for him." Quatre told the long haired boy. He walked over to the chair and pulled it near to the girl's bed.
"Why?" Duo asked looking away from the small boy to his friend.
Quatre turned from his friend to wipe imaginary dust from the chair. How to tell your friend that you didn't want to share a girl's undivided and ungiven attention. Hmmm. . .that's a toughy especially since your friend can read it off your face. "I just. . ." he began, "I just have a felling that she wants to be on her own.
"Oh. . .Okay." Duo said walking to the door. "I'll just go see the staff about it." He turned and said while pointing his hand towards the door.
"Tell them, if they must, to send the bill to the Winner Estate. It'll be taken care of there." Quatre said as he sat down on the chair
"All righty." The long haired boy said and walked out. 'Now I wonder what that was all about' Duo thought and contimplated as he walked down the hallway to the nurses station.
Quatre was left alone with the small boy and the unmoving girl. He felt that the boy had no one to see him so he began to ask him basic questions.
"What's your name?" he started.
"Name's Theo Longcaster. What about you?" The boy answered back sitting up in bed.
That's when Quatre saw the bandages around the boys arms and the small bandade across his nose and at the bottom of his right cheek.
"My name's Quatre Winner." Quatre stood and walked over to the child's bed. The boy happened to have the side with the window. "Do you have any family or friends, Theo?"
He watched as the boys face slowly caved in, "No," he began, "My apartment complex burned down." He added slowly. "My mum and da and almost everyone in it went down with it." The boys eyes began to moisten and small tears began to flow. "I. . .was able. . .to escape. . .with burns on my arms and legs." Theo said in between deep breaths. He looked down as the tears began to flow earnestly. "I'm. . .an. . .orphan. . .now."
Quatre was suddenly struck by guilt at wanting to kick the little boy out of the only room that would put up with him. And no wonder! No wonder no one could stand him. He was trying to bury those painful memories in false smiles and too much chatter. . .like Duo.
"So you have no family?" Quatre pushed a little further. He mentally kicked himself when the question was asked. It was an impulse and he had given in to it.
The boy shook his bowed head. He gave a loud sniff, "None or at least none that I know of." He brought his head up and looked at Quatre. His eyes were red and nose puffy. "My mum and da never talked about family. They always told me that they were alone and that they didn't have a baby sister like I did, but my sister went with my mum." The little boy looked down again as a fresh batch of tears started to flow. So I guess I really am alone."
Quatre watched silently as the little boy cried himself to sleep. He didn't know what to do or say. In the end, he ended up tucking Theo into bed. He watched the child for a while longer and didn't hear the footsteps that walked away from the door.
Disclaimer: I don't own G.W.
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"She's been here for quite some time now, the poor dear. It's good that the two of you are volunteering. She might have some company now. I just have to tell you something: Don't expect her to respond to you. We don't even know her name. Obviously, she has no friends or family and since we've found her, she hasn't opened her eyes or responded to anyone." The nurse said as they walked down the long hospital corridor. "We, the staff, have nick named her Skye. Her eyes when and if anyone saw them were the color of the sky."
"Is it okay if I take this one Trowa?" a blond haired, aquamarine eyed boy said.
"It's fine by me. It's my fault we're in this mess." A brown haired green eyed boy said.
They came to a large oak door with the number 264. When the nurse opened the door they were expecting to see monitors hooked up to a little girl. What they found was a girl their age and no monitors.
"Are you sure you'll be okay by yourself, Quatre?" Trowa asked turning to the blond boy. "Yeah, I'll be fine."
"All right then dear, you come with me. I've got another patient for you." The nurse told Trowa as she left the room.
"I'll be back here at eight, okay?" Trowa told Quatre. "Yeah all right." The blond boy said as he turned to the girl.
The door closed and Quatre was left in the room with the unmoving girl. 'What to do?' Quatre asked himself. He dropped his satchel and watched as a book popped out. 'Hey!' he thought as he picked the well worn book up. 'The Hobbit. Well, found out what to do but now what?' he thought to himself.
"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner." He said out loud. 'Stupid!' he thought looking away from the girl Quatre finally got a good look at the hospital room. It was pristine white with a fairly large window to oneside and a rough wooden chair in front of it.
He went over to the chair and scouted it closer to the bed. 'Alrighty, now time to read.' He began to read to himself but soon found himself reading aloud. 'Now I really feel stupid.' He thought, 'Its like reading to a wall.'
He stopped reading and looked at the seemingly sleeping girl. She was different somehow. Time flew by as he contunued reading to her. All of a sudden there came a knock on the door, "Quatre, it's time to go."
"I'm going." He called out. He stood and looked at the girl once more. Her brown bangs gotten into her face and even though she didn't show discomfort he went over and moved the hair out of the way. 'To think that you've been here that long.' He thought.
He picked up his book bag and stuffed his book in. Quatre looked at her one more time and said, "I'll be back tomorrow."and left the room.
After Quatre left, the girl figdeted slightly. She let out a long sigh and fell silent.
Trowa and Quatre walked out into the parking lot and to Trowa's car. They hopped in and drove off. For half the drive they were silent. Trowa contemplating his mistake and Quatre thinking about the mystery girl.
"So how was it?" Trowa finally asked as he turned into Quatre's street.
"The nurse was right. She doesn't move or talk. She doesn't even open her eyes." Quatre told his brown haired boy as he looked out the window. " How was your day? Who did you get?"
Trowa looked at his friend and then back to the road, "I got a small orphen with cancer."
"Like us." Quatre said after a while. He sighed and burrowed deeper into the seat.
"Yeah well. . . we've got to get you back you back before Rashede becomes finicky.' Trowa said trying to change the subject. Trowa pulled into Quatre's long drive and finally reached the mansion's front doors.
Trowa watched as his blond friend got out of the car. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said and watched as the front door opened and a tall silhouette appeared.
"Yeah, say hi to Catherine for me." Quatre said as he closed the door. He waved Trowa off and walked up the steps to the front door.
The next day went by quickly. School was a bore and Quatre could hardly wait to get out. After school, they found themselves (Quatre and Trowa) in the same hospital rooms.
"Okay to finish the story. . .." Quatre said and took the chair from the window towards the bed. He sat down and began to read.
While he read, he felt something strange begin to happen to the room. He shrugged the feeling off and continued to read. He soon began to droop and he watched as his head connected with the edge of the bed.
Quatre felt himself stop and then be shaken. He slowly opened his eyes and realized that he had fallen asleep.
"Hey, Quatre your home." He heard a familiar voice say. "Huh? What?" He said looking at voices point of origin. His vision cleared and he saw his friend Trowa at the wheel.
"What happened to me?" he asked groggily sitting up. He found his satchel at his feet and the book in his hands.
"You fell asleep in the girls room." Trowa told him, "When I came in you were snoring soundly. . ." His friend paused, "But the weirdest sight was that the girl had her left hand on your head."
"What!" Quatre exclaimed, "I fell asleep!" he began to look around and found that they were at a very familiar place.
"Yeah. . ." Trowa answered astonished at the fact that Quatre had ignored the weird part. "I had to help carry you down to the car. I couldn't get you to wake up, so I let you sleep. You just like everyone else knows that you need the sleep." Trowa said beginning to unbuckle his safety belt. "Not only do you go to school and do your extra curricular activities, you have to manage your father's company all on your own."
With that said Trowa got out of the car and opened Quatre's door. Quatre on the other hand tried to get out with his seatbelt still on. Trowa shook his head and helped his friend out.
"Thanks, Trowa." Quatre said when he was finally out of the car. "Don't mention it, just get a goodnight's rest, alright?" His friend replied over the hood of the car.
"Alright!" Quatre replied as his friend entered his car. He watched Trowa's small red convertible drive away. He turned to his mansion, sighed and walked towards the large double doors.
That night Quatre had the weirdest dream. He dreamt he was in car with a person he did not recognize, but something was very wrong. He was completely terrified. Everything was dark except for an occasional thunder or lightning. He felt the car begin to sway and heard the driver curse. The man lost control and the car flipped over. Quatre awoke with a bang as he fell onto the floor.
'What the hell!?' he thought as he got up from the ground. 'What was that?' Quatre looked around till he saw the glow of the alarm clock. It read 2:40.
Quatre got back into bed but he knew he wasn't going back to sleep. The alarm rang and he looked at it. '6:40' he thought. He got up and began his daily routine.
Later on in school. . .
"Hey, Quatre! Are you okay, buddy!?" A voice came up beside him.
"Hello, Duo." Quatre said as he turned to his right. A long brown haired boy with blue eyes walked casually beside him.
"Huh? What? Is something the matter?" asked the all too observant Duo.
"Uh no, not really. Why do you ask?" Quatre looked at Duo and asked. He was tired to the bone.
"Well your eyes are bloodshoot for one thing and you haven't been here at all. I mean I had to drag you out of that last class. Is something wrong at home?" Duo told the blonde boy beside him. "Not to be offensive but you've kinda been in lala land, ya know?"
"Nooo. . ." Quatre began cautiously. He looked away from Duo and waved to a girl who was waving to him down the hall way.
"Hmmm. Is it the volunteer work?" Duo guessed again. He watched his friend look down to the ground. "Or do you miss the missions?"
"I just had a strange dream that's all." Quatre said. He looked at Duo, "I'm just contimplating what it means."
"Oh. . ." was all Duo could say. He looked away from Quatre and began to think also. "Well. . .see you later Q-man." Duo said before leaving.
Later on that day Quatre, Trowa, and Duo found themselves outside of the hospital.
"Okay so tell me again why Duo is here?" Trowa asked in his monotone voice. He looked to his blonde friend for answers.
"Because, he got interested in the volunteer work we are doing." Quatre said. He looked at his two closest friends and smiled. "Besides we got an assignment asking what our closest family members are doing." Quatre looked away still smiling.
"Alright, then, I'm off." Trowa said. The other two looked at him astonished. "I promised Joey, my patient, some chocolate." Trowa answered their looks. "I'll get you the same time."
"All right!" Quatre and Duo answered in unison.
"So where's this mystery person?" Duo asked as they walked into the hospital after Trowa. He had his hands placed behind his head and was walking at a slow gait.
"On the fourth floor, room 264." Quatre told him as he stopped by the receptionist's desk to sign in.
"Did you bring her anything?" Duo asked after Quatre was done signing in.
Quatre pulled out a long thin box from his bag. ( a/n: I wonder what else he has in that book bag.) "Yeah, I brought her a couple of roses from the Winner gardens." They got into the nearby elevator and rode up to the fourth floor. The elevator dinged and they got off. They walked down the hall way in silence. (a/n: I wonder how Duo can be silent.) "Well here we are." Quatre said as they stopped in front of an ordinary oak door. "I'll go in first."
Quatre entered only to find that there was another patient in the room with Skye. A small boy about the age of ten. He had messy red hair with freckles sprinkled across his cheeks. His green eyes sparkled with happiness as he opened his mouth to talk to Skye.
The boy turned to them as he heard Quatre step in. "Hi! You must be the volunteer I've heard so much about!" the child said enthusiastically.
"Yeah we are." Duo said from behind Quatre as he pushed his way through. "Aren't these private rooms?" Quatre asked out loud.
"Yep! But they couldn't find a place for me, so they stuck me in here." The boy said proudly, bouncing on the bed. "I kept bugging the other kids and patients they put me with."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Quatre asked himself softly.
"Wow she's really something!" Duo muttered out loud from the bed. He was right in front of her. Quatre watched the little boy turn his luminescent green eyes to Duo.
"Yeah and she hasn't moved, talked, or looked at me since they moved me in at noon." The little boy informed Duo. Duo peered at her even closer.
"Duo take care of the kid. Try and find an empty room for him." Quatre told the long haired boy. He walked over to the chair and pulled it near to the girl's bed.
"Why?" Duo asked looking away from the small boy to his friend.
Quatre turned from his friend to wipe imaginary dust from the chair. How to tell your friend that you didn't want to share a girl's undivided and ungiven attention. Hmmm. . .that's a toughy especially since your friend can read it off your face. "I just. . ." he began, "I just have a felling that she wants to be on her own.
"Oh. . .Okay." Duo said walking to the door. "I'll just go see the staff about it." He turned and said while pointing his hand towards the door.
"Tell them, if they must, to send the bill to the Winner Estate. It'll be taken care of there." Quatre said as he sat down on the chair
"All righty." The long haired boy said and walked out. 'Now I wonder what that was all about' Duo thought and contimplated as he walked down the hallway to the nurses station.
Quatre was left alone with the small boy and the unmoving girl. He felt that the boy had no one to see him so he began to ask him basic questions.
"What's your name?" he started.
"Name's Theo Longcaster. What about you?" The boy answered back sitting up in bed.
That's when Quatre saw the bandages around the boys arms and the small bandade across his nose and at the bottom of his right cheek.
"My name's Quatre Winner." Quatre stood and walked over to the child's bed. The boy happened to have the side with the window. "Do you have any family or friends, Theo?"
He watched as the boys face slowly caved in, "No," he began, "My apartment complex burned down." He added slowly. "My mum and da and almost everyone in it went down with it." The boys eyes began to moisten and small tears began to flow. "I. . .was able. . .to escape. . .with burns on my arms and legs." Theo said in between deep breaths. He looked down as the tears began to flow earnestly. "I'm. . .an. . .orphan. . .now."
Quatre was suddenly struck by guilt at wanting to kick the little boy out of the only room that would put up with him. And no wonder! No wonder no one could stand him. He was trying to bury those painful memories in false smiles and too much chatter. . .like Duo.
"So you have no family?" Quatre pushed a little further. He mentally kicked himself when the question was asked. It was an impulse and he had given in to it.
The boy shook his bowed head. He gave a loud sniff, "None or at least none that I know of." He brought his head up and looked at Quatre. His eyes were red and nose puffy. "My mum and da never talked about family. They always told me that they were alone and that they didn't have a baby sister like I did, but my sister went with my mum." The little boy looked down again as a fresh batch of tears started to flow. So I guess I really am alone."
Quatre watched silently as the little boy cried himself to sleep. He didn't know what to do or say. In the end, he ended up tucking Theo into bed. He watched the child for a while longer and didn't hear the footsteps that walked away from the door.