Soul, How Duo Lost his Legs.

second bit

By Nix Winter

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. I'm just enjoying playing with it.

Notes: thank you very much for reading my little scribblings. It helps me keep sane and well, I hope it's not too hard to read. This little bit will be like a small little bit every day  Again, thank you for read it 

Nix

Second bit

"What are you doing?" Trinh asked, sitting down on the floor by Alex. Trinh was the night doctor, pink hair, very unnatural silver eyes that could change iris shape to be like a cat. Alex liked her.

Duo had been kept in a medical coma for going on five days, at least they kept putting him back under. The staff muttered about Gundam pilots, but Uncle Trowa, a wide awake and imposing pilot had hushed them with a glare. He'd told the girls that the gundam pilots were an old myth from the war and that things always seemed bigger a while after they happened.

Uncle Cat told them that gundam pilots were a kind of kitty and he'd get them one if they wanted.

Uncle Trace made it very, very clear that if anyone told Duo's daughters that he'd fought in the war, well, he'd arrest them for sedition. Maggy hadn't known what sedition was, but she didn't think Daddy would be happy if she got arrested. So she pretended she didn't know.

"I'm drawing Hiro," Alex said, holding up a picture of Duo standing next to a pink haired woman labeled 'Hiro'. "She's gonna be our new mommy cuz Daddy's in love with her."

"Really," Trinh asked. "I like her hair. Is she coming to see your daddy soon?"

Alex nodded and tongue at the corner of her mouth, she drew Hiro a pregnant belly. "An'she's got our little brother."

"Daddy says..."

"Shhhhh!"

Trinh arched an eyebrow. "When did your daddy tell you about Hiro?"

Both girls went silent as space, hostile even. Trihn's lips puckered, her eyebrows pulling down. "Oh, I see. He's got one hell of a metabolism."

She was a couple steps from Duo's door when both little girls grabbed onto her legs. "You leave him alone! Don't you touch our Daddy," Maggy yelled.

Alex stepped up her tantrum to the next level and sank her teeth into Trinh's leg, which only slowed the doctor slightly.

L2 was just a couple steps above the military field hospitals that Trinh had trained in and she was the only staff on the floor, even though it was intensive care. Intensive care only had two patients. One of them was trying to climb out of bed.

Dr. Trinh caught Duo's shoulders and pushed back. "What have you done with 'Scythe! I wouldn't let you do this!"

"Mr. Maxwell! Stop! You're in the hospital!"

"Is that what you call this place," Duo said, eyes dilated from the drugs that should have kept him unconscious. His hands moved from her shoulders to her throat. "Fucking Oz bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

"Duo! Stop!"

Alex grabbed his braid as it slipped over the bed and tugged. "Play nice, Daddy! Or Hiro will be mad."

His fingers relaxed, breathing ragged, dark circles under his eyes. "Alex. Not Oz."

"I'm not anymore, Mr. Maxwell," Dr. Trinhn said, guiding him back down on the bed and putting his nasal canula back in place. "Listen to me. There was an accident. You lost both legs. one above the knee, one below and we're trying to save as much as we can. The air lock door that did the damage was contaminated with god only knows what. You are not contagious, but we haven't fully contained it either. You have to rest and let us work."

"Contagious, get my, my daughters away from me," he said, but Alex had already climbed up on the bed next to him and the strength he'd had a minute ago was gone now.

"They are safe. It's you we're worried about. Please, trust me. You're going to be okay."

"Tell Heero I need to see him. Tell him? Please? I need to talk to him."

Alex slipped under his covers and tucked up next to him, still more small child than not, thumb in her mouth. Too many dark times had left her younger than she could have been.

Maggy had slipped under the bed and taken up guarding Duo's IV, least anyone try to slip him something. She'd been watching.

"I'll let Mr. Winner know that you wish to speak with Heero, but stay in bed. If you fall, we'll never save the fracture in your left leg. I wouldn't give you more sedatives if you promise to stay in bed."

"Yeah. Okay, but there are hostages on the ship. My fault. I have to get them off," he said, voice fading as he spoke.

She touched his wrist for his pulse and was pleased that it was steady, and slow. Drugs do work sometimes. Still, she was going to have to watch him closer.

In his dream, he stood next to Trace, examining the schematic of the ship, or what was left of it.

"We should go in this way," Trace said. "Don't you think that's the best route? The passage is clear all the way through."

"No," Duo said. "I booby trapped this door, here. If we go that way, we'll blow the rest of it. Check and see if Manny brought back any better intel? We have to know how many hostages." Duo ran the schematic through his head like it was years before, like he was running through the corridors, pumped on adrenaline and the need to beat Heero back to the shuttle they'd already high jacked. It shouldn't have survived at all and the man on it, Duo was just as concerned about saving him as he was about the hostages. It was like he could get back one of the souls he'd sent to hell. He was going to do it.