Ode to Morphine

Yes, I couldn't think of any better title, there is actually no morphine in the chapter at all. Sorry for all the spelling mistakes in the last chapter, I'm not sure what's gotten into me. Bah, three chapters and only three reviews? CUT ME SOME SLACK TT TT TT TT TT...please?

Tamuril woke up with an incredible headache the next day, turning around to examine where she was and how...HOW DID SHE END UP IN STRANGE CLOTHING! Tamuril shot up, looking around frantically, clutching the hospital sheet to her chest. Her gaze settles on Yzak, who is lying on his back, one hand across his chest near his eye, the other at his side, staring at her silently. "U-um...your uhm...your eye, how is it?" Tamuril stops thrashing, but continues to clutch the sheet to her, feeling odd in the stale hospital clothes, and not wanting to lay back down. "It hurts..." Yzak breathed quietly, his voice lower then a whisper, it was then that Tamuril realized just why his eye was hurt...because she had stopped him from attacking Kira.

"Oh Yzak...I'm so sorry..." Tamuril red/pink eyes filled with tears, looking away from Yzak's cold, emotionless gaze. "You should be! This is all your fault!" Yzak's own eyes filled with angry tears, he turned around to face the wall, and Tamuril could feel the anger radiating from him. Tamuril reached out to him, jumping from her bed and laying her small hand on his shoulder. Yzak flipped himself around grabbing her wrist roughly. "GET OUT!" He yelled, slamming her arm into the wall. Tamuril gasped, holding her throbbing wrist with her free hand, squeezing her eyes shut as unbidden tears escaped from the pain, it was probably sprained.

Dearka walked in, looking at Yzak's back with a quirky smile before spying Tamuril, his expression quickly turned into a frown. He strode over to her, putting one hand on her shoulder, the other grasping her arm at the elbow gently. "Yzak...what did you do to her." Yzak only grunted at Dearka's whisper. Tamuril's small body began to shake form the pain, though not a whimper escaped her,

"Yzak...when the captain finds out..." "N-no...I don't want him to..." Tamuril spoke up, interrupting Dearka suddenly. Her voice was shaky and her body still trembled. "But Tammy..." Dearka said, calling her by a new nickname. "No...I'll be fine..." Tamuril pulled slowly from Dearka's grasp, traveling over to the bed to collect her uniform, having difficulty still holding her wrist with her good hand. Dearka shook his head at Yzak's silent back and hurried out the door after Tamuril.

Tam...wait...Athrun's pretty good with healing things...I'll have him come and fix it up for you alright?" "That's very kind of you Dearka...thank you." Dearka nods, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. Tamuril steps into her room quietly, sitting down on the new cot that had been supplied to her over her stay in the hospital, as alerted to her by a note. She looked around. No windows...smelled of cleaning supplies, faintly lemony. Clean...neat...white...It would do, she decided.

Dearka slipped out into the hallway, hauling Athrun back inside the room a few minutes later. "Hey, wha-" Athrun started before catching sight of Tamuril's wrist, which had begun to swell. Immediately, Athrun knelt down next to her on the floor by the bed she was sitting on. "What happened? Is this from...?" "No...I-uh slipped...on my way...to the room." Tamuril whispered to him, cradling her injured wrist close. Athrun moved to bring it away from her slim stomach tenderly, careful not to touch any of the swelled area. He noticed a slim cut running down the length of it too (From Yzak's nails.) He knew this didn't come from a fall, but decided not to say anything, he just nodded. "Yes...A light sprain...I can fix it up for you...if you'd like..." He wondered why Dearka hadn't taken her straight back to the hospital wing..."Dearka, please get me a mild antiseptic and some warm water, a washcloth, and some clean bandages. Oh, and something for a splint as well please." Dearka nodded cheerfully, and went outside the room to accomplish his "errands".

Athrun prepared to get to work on the wrist; he held it to him, turning it slowly and prodding it gently with his long, graceful fingers, checking for broken bones or nerve lines. "I think all it did was twist...it should be alright after a few days...I'm surprised nothing was broken...normally falling is a pressure injury...not an injury like this." He looked up at her expectantly. "I twisted as I fell..." She whispered, silent tears running down her face. Athrun assumed they were from the pain. Some of them were, others..."So...how is Yzak?" Athrun asked, carefully turning the conversation to where he thought would supply the most answers. You couldn't miss the sharp inhale of breath form Tamuril, though Athrun continued his medical examination as though he had never heard it. "Yzak is upset at me..." Athrun nodded, putting a hand on her smooth bare knee, Tamuril was still wearing the knee length gown she had been supplied in the hospital (no open back), though she couldn't seem to remember putting it on. She flinched lightly at his touch, but relaxed gradually. They were both startled when Nicol stumbled into the room, holding the asked for supplies out to Athrun.

"Hey, I was on my way to visit Yzak when Dearka asked me to bring these to you." Nicol set the supplies on Tamuril's new bed, exciting the room as quickly as he'd come. "I got to go...sorry, the captain said he wanted to talk to me about getting a piano on the ship." Nicol smiled happily and left the room. "Wow...does he play?" Tamuril asked in a small voice. "Play? No...not Nicol...he makes...he lives. Oh you should hear, the music seems to come alive and it's-." Athrun stopped, looking at Tamuril embarrassed, small pink circles forming on his pale cheeks. Tamuril nodded quietly, as Athrun began to clean the cut on her wrist. She hissed, biting her bottom lip as the warm water touched the sensitive area. He quickly applied some ointment, and pressed a hard wood-like flat bar onto Tamuril's open palm, that stretched up until about an inch from the end of her wrist bone. Tamuril bit down on her lip harder, concentrating on Athrun's hair, it swung so beautifully as he moved, she thought to herself as a trickle of blood began to form on her lip, which she brushed away with her free hand and stopped biting down. Athrun wound the bandages gently around her hand, unaware of her watching him, or of her wincing. Once finished, he held onto her hand for awhile, looking at it intently. "Your fingers are so...tiny." He finally said, looking up at her. Tamuril offered him a weak smile, and held her good hand out to him. Athrun held his up to hers, pressing their palms together. He curled the tops of his fingers over hers, almost an inch. Athrun smiled, "Very tiny indeed." He got up, resting his hands on his knees for a moment, waiting for the blood to return to them, and gave Tamuril a wave. "I'll see you at dinner." Tamuril nodded, "Thank you for helping me, it's very kind of you..." "It was nothing, Athrun replied, stepping out the doorway and closing the door behind him with a wave.

Ooh...and Yzak reacts Violently...hmm...I wonder what this could mean for Yzak and Tamuril's relationship in the future...Sorry for the late chapter everyone, I've been really busy with schoolwork. Thank you for all the reviews you sent me, I really enjoy reading them anyone who reads this, please do review, it's so nice to hear what people think of your stories. Official and sincerest apologies for this mistake made in earlier chapters. Kira's Gundam is the Strike, not the Shrike...eh, so sorry -- '

-Most eloquently, Tibby