Title: Raining
Tragedy
Author: DeityOfDeath
Archive: Yes
please...
Pairings: 1x2x5 , 3x4
Category: Drama,
romance
Rating: NC-17/R
Spoilers: Maybe.
Warnings: Yaoi,
Lemon, Rape
Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Gundam
Wing or it's chars. They are property of Bandai and a few other major
companies.
Raining Tragedy Chapter 3:
I had become
pitiful. I hated myself. The guys had left and I was left alone with
Sally. Sally talked quietly as she undid my braid and swept my hair
aside so that it flowed over the edge of the bed. She check my head
first. I felt the sore pounding and soft tickling blend into just
another type of pain and annoyance. I heard a container open and I
felt the slight sting as antiseptic was applied in the back of my
head. That area of my head began to go numb.
"How many?"
I knew that antiseptic that numbed meant that something had to be put
back together back there. It was either stitches or staples. I'd
rather have the stitches.
"About five, should do it."
I
love Sally. She's gonna make some man very happy. She's intelligent
and pretty and she tells it like it is.
She must have begun
stitching because her talking stopped and I felt slight tugs on the
back of my head.
"What did this?"
"I don't
know."
"If you tell me what happened it stays between
us. You know, that whole doctor patient confidentiality thing."
I
should tell her so she knows what to fix. Or at least what can be
fixed. I really should tell someone and I'd rather tell her instead
of the men who I had flirted with and loved upstairs. I wouldn't have
to worry about her judgment. I would worry about theirs. I just
didn't want to deal with that right now.
"I was walking
downtown, on my way to the subway so that I could get home. I like
the subway. It's fun."
She chuckled and I heard a snip. She
must have finished stitching my head. I felt some more antiseptic
applied and then she moved into my line of sight. She took out a
penlight and shined it into my eyes. I blinked. Light really hurt my
eyes.
"And then..."
She started taking a warm rag
and running it over my face. Once she seemed satisfied with its
cleanliness she took a small tube of antiseptic and smeared some on
her gloved fingers. As she began to spread it along my forehead I
swallowed and continued.
"I was passing the alley that
always creeps me out. You know that big one we pass every time we
head to the subway?"
"Yes,"
"It's usually
just creepy and it bothers me and I wonder what kind of shady things
happen there."
She nodded as she applied more antiseptic to
her gloved finger and applied it to my cheeks.
"Well, I don't
remember much. I was walking and I was grabbed from behind. I yelled
and next thing I know I'm in some brutes hands. There's this big guy
standing in front of me an' he's grinning. I'm standing there
restrained trying to assess the situation. They start asking
questions that make me mad so I smart off. Next I try making a get
away and like an idiot I stop at the sight of an Alliance military
uniform."
She puts some more antiseptic on her finger and
then rubs it along my nose and chin, "How many were
there?"
"Three. Brute, Beady eyes and Pretty Boy. Brute
had my arms pinned behind me and beady eyes was starring me in the
face. I couldn't see pretty boy at first. I kicked brute in the groin
and then knocked the wind out of beady eyes when I ran forward. I
turned and kicked brute in the face and managed to duck and avoided
getting blind sided by pretty boy. I turned and saw pretty boy. He
had on an alliance uniform. I freaked. I froze completely for a grand
total of twenty seconds."
"And that was all it took for
something to go wrong," she stated as she slipped off the
greasy, bloody gloves and went into a box on the side where she
fished out another pair.
She snapped them into place, making it
look easy. Rubber gloves were anything but easy. She leaned over me
again and began to peel and unbutton what was left of my nice
lavender button up work shirt. It was bloodied and dirtied and rather
gross to look at.
I sat up with her help and she peeled it off my
body and tossed it onto a metal cart. It made a wet slapping sound
when it landed. I jumped. That was the last sound I wanted to hear.
Slapping sounds. The sound of flesh smacking into flesh. She sound of
pounding movement. I felt nauseous.
She must have noticed because
as she began to rinse off my cuts with that warm rag again she asked,
"So what happened next?"
I closed my eyes and sat up as
straight as I could without wincing, "beady eyes struck me in
the back of the head with something. I remember the white spots and
then bits and pieces of grabbing and struggling. I remember beady
eyes holding my hands and brute had my feet. I kicked him. Busted his
nose. I remember being lifted off the ground and placed on my
stomach..."
Sally stopped rinsing my front and went to my
back. She rinsed in soft comforting way, as if encouraging me to
continue.
"My pants were removed and they all took turns.
One after the other. I tried blacking out after the second guy but
the pain kept me conscious. I remember that I finally blacked out."
When had my voice become so thick? I don't remember my eyes
welling up and those hot tears stinging the cuts and scrapes on my
face. I don't remember Sally hugging me. When did she start hugging
me? This wasn't like me. Why am I loosing time? Why am I not
remembering things? Where is that whimpering coming from? Why do I
want to scream? Should I? I can't hold it in.
"WHY?
Why? Why me? Why anyone?"
I felt Sally squeeze me but the
screaming continued. I saw Wufei on the steps beside Heero. I saw
them starring at me with horror and pity.
"Why! WHY! WHY DID
I HAVE TO STAY AWAKE!"
I heard the soft shushing sounds and
felt my body being rocked gently back and forth. I felt the tears
coursing down my face and heard my own wretched sobs.
"Go
ahead back up boys. He'll be okay."
I watched them look at me
as if asking me if I would be okay. I couldn't answer. Would I? Would
I ever be okay again? Could I look at them without thinking that they
wanted the same things as those other men? Would they take advantage
of me? Would I ever be able to walk the streets again without shying
away from the alleys?
They looked away and left. I knew they
would. Perhaps they knew more answers than I did. Perhaps the just
thought Sally could handle my problems better. Maybe they didn't want
to deal with my problems.
I felt myself grow quiet. Had I
retreated from myself? Yes, Would I return? I don't know.
I
looked over at Sally and watched as she took out more of the
antiseptic cream and spread it on my chest and back and then going
through a big red carry case and pulling out 4 packs of large gauze
pads and some paper tape. I watched silently as she taped the gauze
over an ugly looking scrape on my stomach and then stared that gauze
while she taped another set of gauze bandages over the scrapes on my
back.
She came to face me again and slipped off those gloves just
like she had with the last pair and fetched another pair from the
cardboard box. She slipped them on and then looked me in the eyes. I
must have looked lost and haunted. The look in her eyes confirmed
that.
"I'm going to have to check and see how bad your torn
down there. I'll be gentle. If it bothers you just say something and
we'll take a break."
I nodded and she pushed me back gently.
She unbuttoned my jeans and then unzipped them. I felt her gently
sliding them off my hips and I began to shiver. She stopped for a
moment and walked over to a table where she picked up a pale blue,
fluffy blanket and unfolded it. She laid it gently over my body from
my chin to my stomach. It was something. Not exactly the cold I was
feeling. But she was trying. I snuggled into that fluffy blue thing
and closed my eyes. I didn't want to think about what she was about
to do.
She slid the jeans off and let them drop to the floor. I
opened my eyes and saw the horror in her eyes. I could only imagine
what it looked like. I closed my eyes and laid back. She walked over
to her table with its medical contents on it and went into another
cardboard box and took out one of those pale green medical sheets
used in surgery and opened it up. She walked over and laid it over my
lower body and then walked over to the cart and moved a bowl with
dirty pinkish looking water and a dirty rag sloshing about inside it
and set it on a table. She grabbed a new bowl and put it on the cart.
She grabbed a fresh rag and set it into the water, letting it soak.
She then turned back to me and I felt her hands on my ankles. She
slowly pulled them apart, spreading my legs. I hissed and closed my
eyes tight.
I didn't want to see her eyes. I didn't want to know
how she was feeling while she was looking at the damage done to me.
But I heard no sound of disgust or surprise. I only felt the cold air
through that paper cover. I felt her hands leave my ankles and I
heard that water splashing into the bowl. I knew what was coming. But
she warned me anyway.
"This is going to sting, Duo."
I
took a deep breath and let it out and nodded. I felt the soft
stinging as a soft, warm, wet material moved over my lower parts and
into the area of deep throbbing pain. I felt it stop and then heard
the rag being dipped into that bowl of water. It repeated ten times
until Sally seemed satisfied and then the rag returned to the bowl
for the last time. I opened my eyes and looked over at the cart. The
bowl had been moved and I could see the dark red water with the
bloodied rag in it. It was my blood. None of the men had hurt
themselves when taking their pleasures from me.
Sally looked at
me and gave a reassuring smile, "It looks like everything should
heal naturally. Going to the bathroom is going to be a bitch for a
while and I suggest that even if you do decide to ever have
intercourse within the next few months, don't."
She took out
the antiseptic cream and squeezed a large amount onto those gloved
fingers and then I watched them disappear under the paper blanket. I
felt the cream gently being spread over the now dull throbbing areas
and then her hand reappeared. She slipped off the gloves and threw
them into a near by trash can. She then walked over to her kit and
took out three tubes of cream and two bottles of medicine. She placed
them on the table and then began to pack her kit up.
"I'm
going to call the guys to walk you up to your bedroom. I want you to
listen to them and I want you to stay in bed and rest for a few
days."
I stared at her. The antiseptic creams are to be
applied at least once or twice a day pending baths and such. The
small bottle contains pain killers. Two every six hours should
suffice. The other bottle is a relaxant and will help you sleep. If
you don't want to take it I suggest you have one of the boys stay
with you."
I must have had a sour expression on my face
because she put her hands on her hips.
"These are doctors
orders. I will be giving the directions to Quatre and Trowa. I am
also going to have someone pick up some stool softeners. Anything to
lessen the pain will be a small blessing."
I nodded and
opened my arms. She smiled and walked over giving me a big hug,
"Thank you, Sal."
"If you need anything just call.
If Wufei or Heero go weird on you call me and I'll knock some sense
into em.'"
She walked up the steps leaving her bags on the
cart and table. I sat there in a cold and numb stupor. I heard foot
steps and saw Sally coming down the steps with trash bags in her
hands. Heero trailed behind her as well as Quatre. I sat up wrapping
the blanket around myself and winced only twice for my effort. I was
proud of myself.
Heero approached me and removed the paper
blanket, crumbling it up he tossed it to Sally who then threw it in
one of the trash bags she held in her hand. He leaned over me and
gently slipped his arms around the blanket so that the blanket
covered my bottom as he lifted me up into his arms. He made it look
effortless. That was our Yuy. I leaned into him and wrapped my arms
around his neck. He turned and began carrying me up the stairs.
We
were in the kitchen which he quickly strutted through. We passed
through the living room and came to the second set of stairs. He made
his way up them effortlessly and we came to my bedroom door. He
pushed it open with his foot and he carried me over to my bed. He
gently set me down upon my bed and then covered me up with my
blankets. He placed a hand on my forehead and waited a second before
grunting and leaving the room.
He returned three minutes later
with Quatre in tow. Quatre carried the bottle of medicines in one
hand and a glass of juice in the other. He set the bottles down on my
night stand next to my death scythe miniature. He handed me the juice
and I sat up taking it. He opened the first bottle and handed me two
blue pills which I knew to be pain killers. I took them and tossed
them into my mouth. I took a sip of juice and swallowed. He then held
out a large white pill. I looked at and considered it for a moment
before taking it and swallowing it down with the rest of my juice. I
laid down and closed my eyes. I felt the room get dimmer and when I
opened my eyes I saw the door left open a crack with a tiny bit of
light peaking through. I heard the scraping of a chair and as my eye
lids began to grow heavy and the effort became too much to keep them
open I managed one last look.
That last look was of Heero propped
up in a chair next to my bed. I smiled and slipped into a dreamless
sleep.
To Be
Continued...
Kat./DeityOfDeath