Panther's Tear: Many thanks to those who reviewed, (you know who you are);
it is your confidence that inspired me to write this chapter.
Shinigami's Forlorn Angel: You are full of it. Ugh. You are just sucking up
to the nice readers so they'll review some more. Which brings me to another
topic. Why am I even part of the team? I mean, come on. It's almost
glaringly obvious that I'm only here so you can use my good name to sell
your fic.
PT: No, it's not like that at all. You're here so I can use your good name
and * skills * to sell my fic.
SFA: Thanks...*rolls her eyes* Glad to know I'm here because I'm valued for
my opinions, willingness to help, and extensive knowledge on the Subject of
relationships, New Mobile Report Gundam W, and how the minds of most of the
Gundam Pilots work. As well as somewhat extensive though limited knowledge
of certain medical conditions due to my mother's work environment and med
books.
PT: You're welcome!
Warnings: This chap switches between Duo's and Trowa's POV a little bit. Starting with Tro.
~*~*~*~ = POV change
Chapter One
When I first found out Quatre was ill I assumed it was just a common cold or some such thing. I was a little annoyed Duo had bothered me with it. I was never expecting what I found, the scene of so many of my nightmares. I was about to find the truth behind Yuy's line of 'assumptions lead to mistakes.' My nightmares had taken form in Quatre's body. And it wasn't pretty.
But it wasn't my fault really; Duo's tone had led me to believe my little one was completely fine, just a little ill. I should have known better. Duo knows that since the war ended we have all been keeping really busy with our new jobs, and trying to cope with our useless gundam pilot instincts.
Me, I work at the zoo. It isn't glamorous but neither am I, and it pays well. Also I enjoy working with the large animals... especially the lions, it reminds me of when I worked with the circus.
I drove to the airport to catch a plane, as it was obvious that I was expected to. Boarding the flight to America I let my thoughts drift back to Quatre. I will never forget how my heart pounded the first time I laid eyes on him. I had thought at the time that my chest was on fire. The first thing I had noticed about him had been his beautiful eyes.
They reminded me of a big deep river on a summer's day with the sun glinting off the water. Partly because they swam with his thoughts and dreams... there were just so many of them there... I had no place disturbing them. They were so deep and reflective; sometimes I could swear I could see my reflection in them. He always seemed to be thinking... he was very smart but it was more than that. He was kind and compassionate and half the time knew what I was thinking before I could figure it out. His eyes were like blue topaz jewels. Baby blue orbs.
I'm not sure what it is that is bothering him. Perhaps it is the simple fact that he never really lived in a peaceful world either and is having trouble adjusting. I would help but the last thing my sweet Quatre needs is my presence. I think I make him nervous. Probably my love for him shows and he simply doesn't return the feeling. He is so innocent... my little angel; I hardly deserve his kindness, let alone his affection. That is why I left him.
~*~*~*~
I was in Quatre's room when Trowa arrived. I don't think he expected me to be so serious when I told him that Quatre was sick. I mean, c'mon, I've always been something of the joker of the group, but even I know you don't joke around about things like that. Poor Trowa. I think he nearly had a heart attack when he saw Q. Okay, to give you a more apt description, Trowa's face went completely white and he dropped his bag before he rushed to his love's bedside. Yeah, it's obvious he loves Quatre... Though he'd probably never admit it. I pity them. To be honest they love each other but they're both kind of afraid to admit it. Me on the other hand, I love Heero. And I'll openly admit it to anyone but him. Am I sounding a bit hypocritical? Most likely. The reason I won't tell Heero is I know he doesn't feel the same way and he'd probably deck me for even thinking about loving him. Oh well... I can at least help these two.
~*~*~*~
Duo was in Quatre's room when I arrived. He looked a little concerned but more so introspective. I wondered what he was thinking about only momentarily as my eyes fell on Quatre, who was laying on the bed in front of my violet-eyed companion. I froze right where I stood as I took in the sight before me. During the war Duo may have been the uplifting spirit of the group, but Quatre was the optimistic heart. But now, he lay on the large oak bed, his face pale and covered in sweat. He also looked emaciated, which led me to suspect that he hadn't been eating properly.
"Quatre... what... what have you been doing to your self?" I asked in a tone even I had to admit was contrite. I attempted to tone it down a notch. "Quatre..." I began again to be interrupted by Duo. "Hey Tro? Um I hate to interject here but a doctor is on his way... Quatre is gettin' worse." I looked over at him. Calling a doctor had of course been the analytical move. I wondered, vaguely if he had called the doctor before calling me. I know it was stupid. I also know it was foolish, inane, senseless, naïve, irresponsible, and laughable but I hoped he had called me first. If Quatre was in trouble I wanted to be the first to know.
Duo seemed to read my thoughts because he responded. "Hey don't worry Trowa my man, I called the doctor just after I called you so he should be here shortly." I let out a sigh of relief. Then I looked back at my angel and wanted to suck that relief back in and shove it in the hole it escaped from.
His eyes were closed, though he was very obviously conscious. His breathing was raspy and vociferous. His pale face seemed even paler under the glare of his bedroom lights and that made me wonder what they would look like under the hospital lights. I have learned that everyone's face will look paler against the white hospital sheets and under the glare of, luminous fluorescent lighting. "Quatre?" I asked prodding him to answer me. "Quatre? Please speak to me." I implored him. I wished, prayed, for a response. Any response. "H-... hi Trowa... Trowa I'm so.... so sorry."
Warnings: This chap switches between Duo's and Trowa's POV a little bit. Starting with Tro.
~*~*~*~ = POV change
Chapter One
When I first found out Quatre was ill I assumed it was just a common cold or some such thing. I was a little annoyed Duo had bothered me with it. I was never expecting what I found, the scene of so many of my nightmares. I was about to find the truth behind Yuy's line of 'assumptions lead to mistakes.' My nightmares had taken form in Quatre's body. And it wasn't pretty.
But it wasn't my fault really; Duo's tone had led me to believe my little one was completely fine, just a little ill. I should have known better. Duo knows that since the war ended we have all been keeping really busy with our new jobs, and trying to cope with our useless gundam pilot instincts.
Me, I work at the zoo. It isn't glamorous but neither am I, and it pays well. Also I enjoy working with the large animals... especially the lions, it reminds me of when I worked with the circus.
I drove to the airport to catch a plane, as it was obvious that I was expected to. Boarding the flight to America I let my thoughts drift back to Quatre. I will never forget how my heart pounded the first time I laid eyes on him. I had thought at the time that my chest was on fire. The first thing I had noticed about him had been his beautiful eyes.
They reminded me of a big deep river on a summer's day with the sun glinting off the water. Partly because they swam with his thoughts and dreams... there were just so many of them there... I had no place disturbing them. They were so deep and reflective; sometimes I could swear I could see my reflection in them. He always seemed to be thinking... he was very smart but it was more than that. He was kind and compassionate and half the time knew what I was thinking before I could figure it out. His eyes were like blue topaz jewels. Baby blue orbs.
I'm not sure what it is that is bothering him. Perhaps it is the simple fact that he never really lived in a peaceful world either and is having trouble adjusting. I would help but the last thing my sweet Quatre needs is my presence. I think I make him nervous. Probably my love for him shows and he simply doesn't return the feeling. He is so innocent... my little angel; I hardly deserve his kindness, let alone his affection. That is why I left him.
~*~*~*~
I was in Quatre's room when Trowa arrived. I don't think he expected me to be so serious when I told him that Quatre was sick. I mean, c'mon, I've always been something of the joker of the group, but even I know you don't joke around about things like that. Poor Trowa. I think he nearly had a heart attack when he saw Q. Okay, to give you a more apt description, Trowa's face went completely white and he dropped his bag before he rushed to his love's bedside. Yeah, it's obvious he loves Quatre... Though he'd probably never admit it. I pity them. To be honest they love each other but they're both kind of afraid to admit it. Me on the other hand, I love Heero. And I'll openly admit it to anyone but him. Am I sounding a bit hypocritical? Most likely. The reason I won't tell Heero is I know he doesn't feel the same way and he'd probably deck me for even thinking about loving him. Oh well... I can at least help these two.
~*~*~*~
Duo was in Quatre's room when I arrived. He looked a little concerned but more so introspective. I wondered what he was thinking about only momentarily as my eyes fell on Quatre, who was laying on the bed in front of my violet-eyed companion. I froze right where I stood as I took in the sight before me. During the war Duo may have been the uplifting spirit of the group, but Quatre was the optimistic heart. But now, he lay on the large oak bed, his face pale and covered in sweat. He also looked emaciated, which led me to suspect that he hadn't been eating properly.
"Quatre... what... what have you been doing to your self?" I asked in a tone even I had to admit was contrite. I attempted to tone it down a notch. "Quatre..." I began again to be interrupted by Duo. "Hey Tro? Um I hate to interject here but a doctor is on his way... Quatre is gettin' worse." I looked over at him. Calling a doctor had of course been the analytical move. I wondered, vaguely if he had called the doctor before calling me. I know it was stupid. I also know it was foolish, inane, senseless, naïve, irresponsible, and laughable but I hoped he had called me first. If Quatre was in trouble I wanted to be the first to know.
Duo seemed to read my thoughts because he responded. "Hey don't worry Trowa my man, I called the doctor just after I called you so he should be here shortly." I let out a sigh of relief. Then I looked back at my angel and wanted to suck that relief back in and shove it in the hole it escaped from.
His eyes were closed, though he was very obviously conscious. His breathing was raspy and vociferous. His pale face seemed even paler under the glare of his bedroom lights and that made me wonder what they would look like under the hospital lights. I have learned that everyone's face will look paler against the white hospital sheets and under the glare of, luminous fluorescent lighting. "Quatre?" I asked prodding him to answer me. "Quatre? Please speak to me." I implored him. I wished, prayed, for a response. Any response. "H-... hi Trowa... Trowa I'm so.... so sorry."
