Piano Concerto No. 5 in E-Flat major, Op. 73-Beethoven
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"I don't know, that bottle of whiskey under your desk?" He asked casually, or as casually as one can whilst speaking in a monotone.
I stumbled, surprise turning right foot into my left and the left to the right. The surprise, however, was quickly replaced with anger.
What the hell is wrong with him! He's not supposed to care...but he doesn't, the only thing that matters is the peace. I'm the only one who can broker and maintain that peace, so I guess I do matter somewhat...
"'Dat is absoldley nod ob your bidness, Heedo!" I replied, my righteous anger garbled by my injured nose. "You cobe in here ad' act like nuffink's changed, it's beed eight years, you dow!"
Heero didn't react, his face was completely expressionless as he swept me into his arms, bridal-style. I tried, and failed, to control the little thrill that ran up my spine when his calloused fingers brushed against my stockinged leg. It was hard for me not to imagine the feeling of those work-roughened fingers on other parts of my body.
Calloused fingers gently stroked my bare back as he pulled me close to his bare chest. There wasn't an inch between us, my bare breasts flattened against his tanned flesh. Firm lips locked onto mine in a rough, openmouthed kiss. I couldn't stop the little noise that worked its way from my throat, a little moan of pleasure. His large hands cupped my buttocks, lifting me slightly as he...
"Which one is yours?" He asked, the silence shattering.
I dug around in my purse for my car keys, bowing my head to get a better look at the inside of the purse but really attempting to hide the hot blush that spread across my face. I didn't answer right away, instead pretending to be immersed in finding the elusive keys.
"'Dat black Bercedes," I replied finally, raising my arm; the keys clutched in slender fingers. "Here, I'll unlog it from here..." I pressed a small button on the black plastic key-fob.
The explosion was deafening.
I couldn't hear anything after the bomb went off. We had been thrown to the ground; for once Heero had landed first. He had tried to twist so he could break my fall, but had failed. It was then I noticed the stinging pain in my back, as if...Oh shit, I've been hit! I think at that point I was still in shock, I called to Heero; but I couldn't hear myself and he wasn't moving. I was terrified and couldn't stop shaking. Something was wrong, very wrong. Seconds after the blast we were surrounded by Preventers and other security personnel. Trowa gently pried my fingers away from the remote, unnoticed by me I had been clutching it so tightly my hand was beginning to cramp. I just stared at him, uncomprehending. My back began to hurt more intensely and I winced. Trowa shouted something; my ears were ringing.
Heero shifted under me, his Prussian blue eyes opening slightly. A thin rivulet of blood streamed down the side of his face from an injury that was hidden underneath his rather prodigious bangs. He stared up at me, his beautiful eyes slightly unfocused. He said something, his full lips forming words I couldn't hear; I shook my head to tell him that I couldn't understand him. He shook his head and began to slide out from under me. His movement jarred my body and it was then I felt the true pain from my injuries. I think I cried out, but I don't remember...right after that, I lost consciousness.
When next my eyes opened, the only thing I saw was the sterile white ceiling of a hospital room. It was painted a 'soothing' shade of seafoam green that reminded me of a certain beach. I vaguely wondered how I had gotten there, but only a few moments after I woke did the horrible memories of the explosion come back to me. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the horrible image of blood running down the side of Heero's face. Shifting slightly, I winced at the excruciating pain that seemed to have taken the place of my left shoulder blade. Carefully, I tried to sit up, but a gentle hand pressed me back down into the pillows.
"You really need to stay flat on your back, Madam President," a pleasant but businesslike voice broke into my thoughts. Her crisp white scrubs blended in with the overwhelming whiteness of the room, it hurt my eyes just to look at her. She had dark brown skin and straight black hair put up in a bun. Her eyes were a warm, chocolate brown.
"What...?" I asked, ever so intelligently. The painkillers they had me on made my tongue feel like it was three sizes too big, thus making speech very difficult. Or what i assumed were painkillers...
"There was an attempt on your life, Madam President. Someone blew up your car. You were hit by a large piece of metal; it lodged in your back and crushed your left shoulder blade. You were very lucky, a few inches to the right and it would have severed your spine!" She said as she expertly inserted a syringe filled with clear liquid into the IV tubing that lead down to the back of my right hand. I felt awful, and it wasn't just the painkillers. I felt like I was going to throw up. Someone tried to kill me...!
"Was anyone else...hurt?" I asked quietly, secretly anxious for news about Heero. Would I admit that to anyone? Hell no.
"Three bystsanders were killed, and your bodyguard has a minor head wound..." She continued as she fluffed the pillows supporting me. It was then I noticed the constricting bandages and the tightly fastened sling in which my left arm rested. Three people were killed just so they could get to me, I was overwhelmed with grief, as it I'd known them personally.
"What...?" I asked, the latest dose of painkillers robbing me of intelligent speech.
"Oh, they already performed the surgery to remove the metal, I can get it for you if you'd like to see it. Your collarbone and shoulder blade are broken, but you should be well enough to leave the hospital in a couple days, we want to keep you here for observation. Oh! I should introduce myself, I'm Myra and I'll be your personal nurse while you're staying here."
"Nice to meet...you...Please, call...me Relena" My words came slowly, my head felt heavy and I was beginning to feel drowsy.
"It's nice to meet you too, Miss Relena! Please lay back and get some rest, you must be exhausted from your ordeal. If you need me, please don't hesitate to press that button near your head. I'll be with you as soon as i can...blah blah..." Myra's words blurred as my eyes closed again, this time I welcomed the darkness and impending oblivion.
"What do you mean, 'she's sleeping'! I demand to see my sister!" The loud voice of Milliardo broke me from my drug induced slumber. My eyelids still felt heavy and pain coursed throughout my body. Slowly, I pressed the button to call for my nurse, Myra.
In seconds she bustled in, smiling softly in a comforting way.
"Are you ready for more pain medicine? Also, there's a man here to see you, he says he's your brother. Would you like me to send him away?" She asked, sliding a syringe filled with a clear liquid into my IV line. Warmth flooded my body, replacing the sharp pain. I was tempted to ask her to send him away, as dealing with him on a normal basis usually left me feeling drained. It wasn't that I didn't love my brother; I loved him very much. Dealing with his overprotectiveness however, was not one of my favorite things to do.
"Please, show him in, I'm sure he's been very worried." I said, my body beginning to feel heavy from the effects of the drug. I sighed and Myra left to go get my brother.
He arrived looking harried, his long silvery hair tied back into a sleek ponytail, something he rarely did because it bothered him. His face was pale and he had dark circles under his pale blue eyes.
"Relena!" He cried as he rushed to my bedside. I reached my good hand out to him and he took it in his large, calloused hands. I squeezed his hand.
"It's alright, Milliardo, I'm going to be fine..."
"Don't worry Sister, we're going to find the person that did this to you," he said, his eyes blazing. "Lucrezia is waiting outside, I told her to go home and get some rest but she refused. You know how stubborn she can be, but she keeps saying that she's got a month until the baby's born so I should stop treating her like an invalid."
"I'm glad you're here, Brother...three people are dead because of me...I'm not quite sure how to react or how to feel," I spoke quietly, my words slightly slurred from the pain medication. I felt empty inside, worse than when Heero left me. But he came back...a little voice in the back of my head reminded. But the reason for his return still escaped me; the other pilots (minus Quatre, who had returned to his business) had been doing a great job of protecting me since the end of the war. Surely he hadn't realized that he loved me and couldn't live without me; that was just plain silly. I had long since realized that he would never, could never love me.
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