Author's Note: Wow…………..it's been a while since I last updated. I'm sorry. I've been really busy with Finals and I just started High school. So yeah. Life's a bitch, what can ya do? But like my Grand Pappy used to say…..'when life gives you apples make a Pop-tart.' Or something like that. The concept is similar…………. So I'm gonna write ya all a chapter since I have the time. Time 's apples, Chapter 's Pop tart. Get it? No…..OK………
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
Chapter 12 Intensive Care
Duo watched Quatre as he paced rapidly back and forth down the Intensive Care hallway. Fingers wringing and eyes frantically moving from the door to the Help desk.
Trowa was sitting quietly against the wall. His eyes trained on the sign above the door that read "Intensive Care Unit In Use" in bright red letters.
"Quatre could you please stop pacing, it's making me nervous." The frantic blonde stopped a moment, before plopping down next to Trowa.
"What if he doesn't make it? Wha-….what if they ………..he……….I-I should have………" Quatre sobbed lightly into his knees. Trowa wrapped a comforting arm around the blonde who was quick to accept the comfort.
"Quatre it's not your fault. It's nobody's fault, but those assholes," Duo offered. Forcing himself to believe it.
'God if only I had gotten their sooner. Heero would be okay.' Dup tugged roughly on his bangs. His hands trembling slightly from the tightness of his muscles.
It had been three hours since Heero had been pushed through those doors and the three looked no better now then they had at the beginning of the night.
"Duo you don't understand. I knew those guys. I knew what they did to Heero last time, and I did nothing to stop it this time. It's all my fault. I told him not to go back to them, but he didn't listen. N-Now….h-h-he's……" a pitiful sobbed ripped at his throat as he buried his head into Trowa's chest.
"There was nothing you could do Quatre." Dup clenched a fist and pounded it into the wall. Causing some of the supposedly soothing blue plaster to fall to the floor.
"Duo!" Trowa snapped. "Now is not the time to get angry. Heero is hurting and we need to focus our energy on him. So sit your ass down and be quiet. All we can do now is wait, so I suggest you get used to the idea. Got it!"
Duo frowned, but Trowa was right. He slid to the floor across from the doors, bending his knees in front of him to rest his elbows on.
"Please be all right Heero," he whispered to himself. Quatre looked up and gave Duo a small smile. Being all he could muster for the depressing situation. It was good to see other people caring for his best friend besides him. Heero could always use more love with the life he had.
Hours past and the boys grew even more restless. Duo and Quatre began pacing much to Trowa's chagrin. Finally at 3:00 in the morning a surgeon walked through the much hated doors. Duo and Quatre immediately froze and stared at him.
"Mr. Yuy suffered a bruised liver and three fractured ribs. Along with severe abrasions around his neck and wrists. And after a thorough exam we found that he was not raped. Though depending on your opinion he may have been. Our definition is there was no penetration." They all winced at the bluntness. "Fortunately the operation was a success and Mr. Yuy was moved into a Private room and is now resting. We will keep him here for a few days for observation, but other than that he should be able to leave before the end of the coming week. You may go down and visit him. Judging by the problem we had with getting him sedated he should be awake." Quatre cracked a small smile. Anything less than a horse tranquilizer wouldn't work on Heero.
"Thank you," Duo said motioning for his friends to follow him to the room Heero was in. The three walked quickly down the hall and stepped quietly into Heero's room. The poor boy was hooked up to so many wires, Duo was afraid to get to close for fear of tripping on one.
"Quatre?" Heero croaked. The blonde raced to his side and sat in one of the chairs gripping the boy's hand.
"Yes, Heero I'm here." Dup could tell the blonde was close to tears again.
"I'm sorry Quatre I should have told you." Heero had yet to open his eyes and his voice was rough, but quiet.
"No, no Heero. It's not your fault. You were just trying to get out of the debt. Solo is a bastard for what he did to you and I swear I will hunt him down and castrate hi for you okay?" Heero laughed softly a tear rolling down his cheek.
"Thanks Quat." Quatre smiled and squeezed Heero's hand.
"Is Duo here?" Heero asked, eyes still closed.
"Yeah," Duo answered walking up and sitting in the chair across from Quatre's. He took Heero's other hand in his larger ones.
"Th-thanks…….for…..for well……….thanks for saving me." Duo smiled brushing a strand of hair from Heero's face.
"Any time." The Japanese boy squeezed Duo's hand slightly causing Duo to smile sadly.
"I'll always be there to save ya Hee-chan."
"Don't call me that," he ordered smiling. Another tear fell down his cheek. Duo laughed softly wiping it away with his thumb.
Trowa watched the scene happily. Heero had finally found someone and it couldn't have been a better choice.
Duo stared angrily at the bandages around the boy's wrists and neck. Anger bubbling behind his flashing violet eyes. Solo and the others would pay for putting their hands on his Heero. Yeah, that's right. His Heero.
"If you keep glaring at them like that, they're likely to catch on fire," Heero whispered looking at Duo. He had finally opened his eyes. Duo smiled slightly and poked Heero's nose.
"You need to sleep Mister." Heero rolled his eyes at the braided baka.
"And what if I want to stay up all night. What're you gonna do about it?"
"I'll sit here until you fall asleep," Duo smirked and crossed his arms.
"Go home baka. I'll sleep." Duo was about to protest when Trowa gave him a look.
"We'll be back later in the morning okay Hee-chan? And if I here that you haven't slept there will be Hell to pay. Got it." Heero frowned.
"What did I say about you calling me that." Duo smiled.
"Can't remember." He bent down and placed a quick kiss on Heero's forehead. Then bounced happily out of the room.
"Nighty Night Hee-chan!" He sang before disappearing completely. Quatre smiled at the other boy before looking down at Heero.
"Are you gonna be okay here tonight by yourself?"
"Yeah, it'll give me time to mull over the nights events."
"Don't hurt yourself," Quatre warned smiling.
"I'll try. See you later Quat." The blonde nodded and left. Heero looked at Trowa and nodded to him with a serious expression. Trowa looked at him.
"Don't let this haunt you Heero. Things will always get better." Heero stared a second before nodding.
"Thank you." Trowa bowed and left.
Sighing, Heero laid back in the bed.
'Why do these things have to happen to me?' Curling into a small ball he cried himself to sleep. The last thing he remembered was Solo's face hovering over his.
Author's Note: I know this is a humor story, but there has to be a little angst. I'd say there will be about 6 chapters throughout the story dedicated to angst. I'm just preparing you. The rest will be cute and funny.
La revedere 4 now!