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Blind

Chapter 4

"God damn it, Yuy, get your ass out of that bed right now or so help me I'll----!"

Suddenly Heero sat up in his bed facing straight ahead.

"Or you'll what, Chang? What could you possibly do to me that could make this any worse?!"

Wufei and Heero remained frozen, their fiery tempers filling the bedroom with a hostile vibe that was so intense it was tangible.

This is insane. How did it get to this so quickly?

As Wufei stood his ground against Heero's blind glare and willpower he thought back to the morning's events. After showering and dressing, Wufei had gone to wake Heero. He knocked several times but after not getting a response or hearing any noise at all, he cautiously opened the door.

"Heero? Are you awake? It's 7am."

Still not getting a response, Wufei stepped into the room and turned on the light and opened the drapes to let the sun shine through. Finally he heard a groan and the lump of covers moved. Wufei could only smirk. I feel like a parent waking a child for school.

"Good morning, Heero."

"Go away."

Wufei stopped in Heero's bathroom doorway and looked back at the grumpy voice.

"Heero, it's morning. Time to g---"

"Are you deaf? I said go away."

Wufei glared at the lump of covers that was his friend.

"Heero, I will not allow you to just pout in this bed. You're better than that."

Wufei went over to the bed and started to pull the covers away but Heero was holding firm and ultimately he swung his leg out catching Wufei in the thigh. Wufei growled and stepped away from the bed and that's when he'd lost it and started yelling.

I know this isn't easy for him, but that's no excuse to lash out at me. Literally. Especially since he knows I can't hit him in his current condition. Bastard.

Wufei took a deep, calming breath, exhaling slowly. Feeling the tension leave his body he spoke up, willing to try one more time.

"Heero…..I can't imagine what you're going through right now, but I'm here to help you. As your friend. I'm not some stranger who is going to treat you like you're a job."

Wufei saw Heero's shoulders slump, and a defeated sigh escaped into the quiet room.

"So let's get you a shower and some clean clothes and then I'll make breakfast."

Heero's entire body went rigid again and Wufei frowned. What did I say? What's his problem now? Wufei replayed what he said in his mind and finally the impact of Wufei's words sunk in. Oh.

"Umm….How would you like to---"

"I wouldn't."

"Heero, your body must be cleaned."

"I will not allow you to give me a bath or…or shower with me."

Both men's cheeks were burning and Wufei ran his hands through his still unbound and slightly damp hair.

"I'm not delighted at the prospect either. What did they do while you were in the hospital?"

"Sponge bath."

"Then that's what I'll do. You can sit on the toilet and I can wash you that way."

"You're not a nurse."

"No, I'm not a nurse. But I damn well know how to wash the human body and just to keep things in perspective…..I have seen your naked body more times than I care to count at the gym. This shouldn't be any different."

Silence hung as the two friends remained still in a battle of wills. Wufei stood, arms crossed over his chest, a determined look aimed at the man sitting on the bed who was facing straight ahead, body still rigid with tension. Finally, a mumbled response of acquiescence broke the silence.

"Fine."

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Wufei had gotten himself into the mindset that he was just helping a friend and getting embarrassed at seeing Heero's naked body was childish. But as he washed Heero, starting at his shoulders and working his way down, Heero's obvious discomfort became Wufei's discomfort. Ok, this is nothing like seeing him naked at the gym. I didn't' have to….to touch him. But…..this isn't a big deal. I'm just doing what any nurse, a complete stranger, has done for him.

Heero flinched when the washcloth dipped below his pecs, but Wufei ignored it and continued on until once again, Heero made a small motion to escape his ministrations as he reached his hips.

"Heero."

"Can't help it."

Wufei clenched his jaw as he rinsed the washcloth and turned back to continue washing Heero. He noticed how tense his body was and as he stared harder, he could see small tremors coursing up and down the exposed body. There has to be a better way. If it were me…… Suddenly the extent of the situation came crashing down and Wufei's face became blood red and he found that he was now very embarrassed and he looked away from Heero's naked body. Oh my gods, what was I thinking?!

"Um…would you like to…?"

"Yes."

Heero held out his hand and Wufei turned enough to place the warm sudsy cloth in his hand and then returned to staring at the wall, feeling the need to give Heero some semblance of privacy.

"Here."

Wufei turned to see that Heero had washed the rest of his body. He took the washcloth and placed a towel to wipe down with in the expectant hand Heero held out. Once Heero was clean, Wufei guided him back to his bed where he struggled to get dressed.

"Let me help…"

"No."

Wufei froze at the command and glared at the unaware man on the bed who was trying to figure out which way to put his shirt on.

"You can stop with the look. It only works if the person can see you."

Narrowed onyx eyes widened in surprise at the blind observation.

"Besides…" Heero slipped the t-shirt over his head and looked towards where he last knew Wufei to be, which was pretty close to where he actually was. "…..your glares never worked on me."

Wufei would have taken offense at the comment if it weren't for two things: one, he was impressed that Heero knew what he was doing and two, Heero had put his shirt on backwards. So instead, the man who wasn't known for his patience took a slow calming breath before speaking again.

"Let's go wash your hair."

"Hair?"

"Yes. That messy brown stuff on top of your head."

Wufei sighed as he walked towards Heero to guide him back into the bathroom where he helped him to kneel next to the bathtub. He handed him a folded towel and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature.

"What are you going to do?"

"You're going to hold that towel over your eyes as you lean your head over the tub. I'm going to wash your hair using the detachable shower head."

"Why didn't you do this before when I was---"

"Already naked? I don't know, Yuy. I wonder why I didn't have you bending over naked to wash your hair!"

Heero cringed at his friend's raised voice. Not just because he felt guilty for riling up the man who was helping him, again, but because he was right. What's happened to me? I'm not thinking clearly. I asked Wufei to help me because I trust him.

Wufei and Heero remained silent as Wufei washed his hair, words only spoken as short instructions. Heero didn't complain when Wufei took a comb to his hair and he didn't question how the man had bothered to style it either. Nobody's going to see me except Wufei and he's not into practical jokes like Duo. Although he can be vindictive. As Heero contemplated Wufei's current level of frustration and whether or not it warranted some sort of vengeance he heard Wufei's defeated voice.

"Go ahead, I know it will make you feel better."

Without hesitation Heero put his hands in his hair and shook out the stiff feeling of the damp hair. Immediately he felt more at ease. But this shirt still feels a little uncomfortable.

To be continued….