Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. Sorry for the cliffhanger and the delay in getting this chapter out. Real life is catching up to me again.

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Dr. Wong put up a restraining hand. "No, we can't say anything yet. The results are inconclusive."

"Inconclusive?" Sereh's eyes widened and she turned to him. "I don't think that's correct! He deserves to know."

"Know what? Do we know why any of these things are happening? Until we do, we can not, as doctors, say anything."

I was not pleased. They were discussing my condition as if I was not in the room with them. My opinion did matter after all.

I slammed my hand down on Sereh's desk. I had moved off the exam table and over near them without them noticing. They both jumped.

"Just tell me!" I snapped at Sereh. Trowa put a restraining hand on my shoulder. "Is it getting worse?"

"Perhaps yes, perhaps no," Dr. Wong interrupted. Sereh opened her mouth as if to protest, but he shook his head at her.

"That's not helpful! Were the results worse or better? It's a simple as that." I was getting angry now. It was my heart after all! Trowa's hand tightened.

"Calm down, Quatre," he murmured. I could hear the concerned tone in his voice, but I was too angry to calm myself down yet.

"Answer me!"

"The results were- different." Dr. Wong met my gaze evenly. "Better or worse is hard to say at this point. I need to have your other friend go over the results. Perhaps he can tell us what's going on. This is more of a mechanical problem, and he will be the best suited for this task."

This was ridiculous. Either my results were good or bad; I didn't see what good not telling me the results would do!

Unless they were trying to keep me calm, hoping to avoid another attack. My reason finally reasserted itself and reminded me that another attack would be a bad thing. It also pointed out the tightness of Trowa's grip. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Well then, send them on to Heero," I looked at Trowa and he nodded. He stepped towards Sereh and her computer. I took another deep breath and gave Dr. Wong my best glare. "I'd like to know what's going on as soon as possible."

"We all would, Mr. Winner. Be patient." Dr. Wong said soothingly. "Right now it's more important that you stay calm and get some rest."

"Patient," I grumbled in the car to Trowa. "Easy for him to say."

"Used to be easy for you to do," Trowa smiled at me, taking the sting out of the words. "Relax Quatre. Both doctors agreed that you have to stay calm. Besides, you know that Heero will be straightforward with you. He promised me that he'd look over the tests immediately. You only have to be patient a bit longer."

"I just hate feeling like some kind of lab experiment," I grumbled, knowing full well I was being childish and not caring in the slightest.

"But you were a lab experiment," Trowa pointed out. "That's how you got into this mess in the first place."

"Thanks," I rolled my eyes at him. "Instructor H never made me feel like one though. He always explained what was going on- good or bad."

Trowa looked at me thoughtfully. "You almost sound like you miss him."

"I do sometimes," I admitted. "He was doing his best for the colonies. I admired his ideals and I don't regret doing what he asked of me." I closed my eyes and sighed. "Gods, I wish he was here."

"So do I," Trowa agreed with a faint smile. "Actually I'd take any of the doctors at this point."

"Me too. Even if the news was bad, at least they'd be honest with me. H didn't believe in sugarcoating anything." Trowa glanced towards the front of the limo. The partition was up and we couldn't see Rashid or the driver. He put an arm around me and tugged me close to his side.

"Rest Quatre." I leaned into him gratefully and closed my eyes.

When we got home, Auda met us at the door and said that Heero had called for Trowa.

That surprised me. Heero wasn't one to beat around the bush in any way, shape or form. Why Trowa and not me?

Unless his analysis of my situation was very bad. Then he'd more than likely want Trowa to be the one to tell me- or, even more probable- break it to Trowa first. If that was the case, Duo really had changed our stoic friend quite a bit.

I would've gone with Trowa and listened in anyway, but Rashid and Auda insisted that I needed to go rest. I was tired, and in a way, I really didn't want to hear what I thought Heero was going to say.

Trowa joined me upstairs a half-hour later. I looked at his face, but he was as placid as ever. My spaceheart told me nothing, fickle thing. Trowa lay down beside me on the bed and tugged me close. I closed my eyes and braced myself for what I was now sure he was going to say.

"Heero and Duo will be here tomorrow. He has a test he wants to run on you."

I blinked. That was not what I had expected.

"What kind of test?"

"Another diagnostic of some kind. He'll be here in the morning." Trowa smiled at my expression. "He told me to tell you not to worry."

I knew it was probably an empty comfort, but still from Heero...

I smiled up at Trowa and pulled him closer.

"In that case, you'd better keep me busy until he gets here."