The Child of Death
07: Fuzzy Sky
Duo lay in a bed, body was aching and he was cold. It was dark and he could fell with one hand something soft and the other hand something was gripping on to it. He let go of the hand reaching up. Muffled voices came to his barley a wake ears and mind.
"Wait, I'll be back." Who would be back? Who was talking to him? He sat up despite his body. Trying to open his eyes but nothing, why couldn't he open them? Where was he for that matter? He thought all this and reached out.
"Damn it Maxwell you have no idea how freaked we were!"
"Wufei?"
"Duo your awake?"
"Quatre I think I'm a wake pinch me and we'll find out if it's a dream."
"Hear"
"Ahhh, Yuy that hurt like hell."
"Dad," Koran jumped to his father's side, but stopped.
"Maxwell do you have any idea how dangerous it was when you came back you could lead troops to us." Heero's voice was pissed with him. He could feel someone's hands on his face, mainly around his eyes.
"What's going on?"
"We need to take the wrap off your eyes." Duo's smile disappeared. He didn't speak and just laid down. Whoever hands was on his face waited. Metal was sliding up the side of his face.
"Squint your eyes shut and don't blink till your eyes are kind of used to the light." Trowa's voice was herd, Koran had spoken earlier but nothing now he wanted to hear his son's voice, but nothing.
He could see red from his eye lids. It stung a little but he opened them. I stung even more but he kept then open. I was blurry, he blinked, blurry, again he blinked, but it was still blurry.
"Is there something in my eyes guys?" Duo looked at the boys then to Koran; Duo's eyes were a cloudy shade of violet. He reached out and saw in a way a blurry grey on his arm.
"What happened to me?"
"You had glass in your eyes, they dug deep." Someone in green moved closer.
"This connects to your middle finger, wrist and elbow, too many bones were shattered. Arm brace in plain terms." The one in green was messing with Duo's arm.
"You've also got a lot of scrapes and bruises." Wufei spoke. And again the room went quiet.
Duo stood on the balcony of his room. His black jeans and boots on his jacket lay limply on his shoulders. Koran sat leaning agents his father's leg. Duo looked out but nothing but darkness greeted him.
