Disclaimer: I in no way own Gundam W. Don't sue; I'm simply an E-5 in the USN, therefore I have no money. Ha.
-BEGIN FIC-
Trowa smiled as he walked into Quatre's hospital room, an elaborate boquet of flowers in one hand and a 'Get Well Soon' card held delicately between the slender fingers of the other. Stopping momentarily at the small table that sat purposefully beside the sleeping blonde's bed to remove the dried flowers that sprang from the crystaline vase and replace them with the fresh bundle he brought, he nodded as he propped his card up against the sparkling vase. 'He needed new flowers. The ones that Duo had brought were so old they were tacky,' he thought as he walked out to toss the dried batch of plant matter he held into a trash receptical and fetch a couple glasses of water for the new, bright batch he'd brought.
He stared as he returned to the room but a few minutes later.
Quatre was sitting upright, sneezing his brains out.
"You're awake," Trowa noted with a nod as he walked in and carefully poured the glasses of water he'd obtained into the waiting vase to feed the hungry flowers there.
"Get those things out of here, you sadist!" Quatre whimpered, right before another bout of sneezes smacked him again.
Trowa stared. "But... I thought you like flowers," he whimpered.
"Aler sneeze Alergi sneeze I'm aaaaa sneeze"
"You're alergic to flowers?"
The blonde head nodded miserably, even as Trowa sighed and took the flowers away.
Returning but moments later, Trowa frowned. "But all the doujishi surround you with flowers, and you never seem to have a problem there."
"Why do you think I'm in here?" Quatre muttered with a scowl. "Kept ripping open the wound Dorothy gave me on the Libra because I couldn't stop sneezing my fool head off."
"And there was something about dehydration...?" Trowa questioned, scratching his head.
"Endless crying, and not enough fluids to replenish my body."
Trowa simply stared at his blonde lover, trying not to break out in helpless laughter even as Quatre glowered at him, daring to refute his claims.
The moment was destroyed as two other people were wheeled into the large room to be placed on the beds that resided on the other side of the drawn white room-dividing curtain. Quatre gasped as he saw who they were.
"Duo! Heero? Why are you two here!"
Duo's glazed eyes found their focus on Quatre as he grumbled, "Dehydration."
"From what?" Trowa asked, bewildered by the drawn appearance of the two other pilots.
Heero grunted as he lifted a doujinshi in his thin, shaking hand. "Have you ever seen how much we sweat during sex?"
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