Chapter Three

Title: I Need A Heero

Chapter: Three

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing...Do you?

Author: East Side

I watched as Heero lept over the counter and shoved aside a crowd of shoppers who stopped to look at the bloodied figure. Quatres blond hair was matted to his head with blood, and the red substance was smeared across his face. His innocent baby blue's glanced up at Heero as he made a poor attempt at a smirk; "This gay bashing is really getting old."

I was beside Heero in an instant.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU! ARE YOU ALRIGHT! WHO DID THIS TO YOU! DOES TROWA KNOW YET! CHRIST, OF COURSE HE DOESN'T KNOW OR HE'D BE HERE!" I shouted.

"Shh! People are staring!" Quatre scolded Duo, looking around self-conciously.

"Oh, who gives a shit. Let them stare! We've got to get you to a hospital!" Duo exclaimed. Otto causiously walked over.

"Should I call for an ambulence?" He hesitantly asked.

"No! I'll be fine. Just drive me home, Heero. Please." Heero took in the sight of his beat up and bruised friend and sighed. "Quatre..." Heero looked like he was about to object.

"Damnit Heero, if you take me to the hospital I swear to god there will be no place on earth..or in space...that you will hide from my wrath!" Quatre spat out.

"Fine. I'll drop you off at Dorothys." Heero stated.

An adorable: "meep!" came from the blond man as he clutched at Heero. "Alright. Hospital's fine." He said.

I helped Heero support him outside and into the passenger seat of the Mercedes.

"Duo." Heero said. I turned around from where I had just closed Quatres door to see Heero one hand on his leather clad hip and the other holding out a piece of paper.

"Trowas address. Can you get him? Trowa will flip if I pick him up before taking Quatre to the hospital." Heero stated. I grabbed the paper, nodded vigerously and attemped to walk off...But a hand on my wrist stilled me.

"Thank you. I am in your debt." Heero whispered close to my ear. My face flushed and I nodded. Then he got in the car, and was off, burnin' rubber to get Trowa's lover to the hospital.

I glanced down at the address in my hand. The place was about six blocks from where I was.

'Good thing I'm a fast runner.' I thought as I tore down the sidewalk like the devil was gnawing at my heels.

At Trowa's Appartment

Out of breath, I banged my fist on the door. A lock slid out of place and Trowa, drenched in head to toe, skin tight leather opened the door.

"Did you lose your key again, Quat-" Trowa began to say.

"Oh. Hello Duo."

'Ha, sorry to disapoint ya buddy.' I thought.

"Listen. Quatre-got-beat-up-and-he's-at-the-hospital-with-Heero." I stated in one breath. Trowa blinked.

"Fuck." He declared, grabbing the keys by the door, he slammed the door closed and we both started running for his car.

At The Hospital

After Trowa was finished threatening the poor nurse on the ground floor with murder one, we finially got the number to Quatres room. Apparently only 'immediate family' were allowed to see him and the nurse wasn't accepting the word 'partener' as immediate. For christsake, the only closer you can get would be Quatres mother!

We took the stairs as Trowa was obviously too worked up to take a slow ride in the elevator. We got to Quatres floor in no time and immediately found Quatre, clutching to Heero as Heero was using a death glare on the nurse.

"Don't you dare prick me with that!" Quatre exclaimed, his voice quivering at the sight of the long needle in a nurses hand.

When Quatre turned to hide his face, he glimpsed his Trowa.

His eyes brightened with tears of relief and he didn't even notice the needle the damn nurse pricked him with. All he could see was Trowa. His love.

His damn sexy love all done up in leather...

I noticed the look on Quatres face and saw it reflect in Trowas eyes. The green-eyed man hurried to Quatre, who was sitting up on a bed. Quatre started crying as Trowa gathered him up in his arms, trying to kiss the pain away.

"They got you again, didn't they?" I heard Trowa whisper. Quatres sobbs grew louder at this statement and Heero grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room. I grabbed the nurse and chucked her out the door like a rag doll. We closed the door and let Quatre cry in peace with his lover.

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