Back Again
Trowa hadn't let go of Quatre's hand since he had been released from sugery. While Quatre had been under the knife, Trowa hadn't paced. He had been still, his face white and his hand tightly clenched.
He held Quatre's hand, however, gently, with an almost reverent expression on his face. For Duo it was slightly awkward to watch. There was too much emotion, too much tension and strangely, too much love.
Duo could see, that too much depended on Quatre. And if Trowa was on the bed, too much would be weighing on him. Duo wished and prayed, that Quatre would recover. Duo didn't want to be there, watching Trowa still alive, if he didn't. Trowa would be a mere broken husk.
A slow smile curved across Trowa's face, and the tension and the stillness that had enfused his body gradually was released. "Quatre..." He murmured, rolling the r's in exaggeration. His breath, now loud enough to hear, rasped in the hospital room. In the distance, the sounds of merry Christmas tunes finally reached the isolated room. Somehow, Duo knew Quatre had heard, knew what it meant.
"Yes!" Duo grinned, knowing that Quatre was going to recover.