A/N: Well, I never thought I'd come up with something else for this until I got over the fact that I'd been screwed over big time. I'll get to that after I'm done with the chapter so…Yeah. Enjoy! I'm loving the support!

WARNING: SAME VOICE OVER RULES APPLY (DUO)

CHAPTER EIGHT

++I couldn't help it. It was in my blood as of the day I'd been turned to the streets. If there's potential danger within or close to endangering my personal space, I always seek to get a way from it. Tell me. What would you have done if one of the people you (sort of) trusted with your life just decided to up and turn on you, then use you for target practice? You'd try to get as far away s you possibly can, right? Okay then. But unfortunately for me, a wall decided to say "Nuh-uh, buddy boy. You ain't goin' nowhere." Yeah. A royal bitch, right? ++

Duo backed away with wide aubergine locked on the object of his fear. It was one thing to just meet the former pilots one on one and get over those emotional hurdles while praying to whoever kept him going didn't let Trowa in to see him. You know what the Guy does? Let him wake up to see Trowa sitting there just…WATCHING him. Nope, no. Definitely NOT feeling the love here.

Trowa tried once more, causing Duo's trembling to become more pronounced. Duo only registered few things in his fear (Trowa) induced state. One of them was in fact, Trowa, who was standing before him with (which he was sure was fake) concern and confusion. The other was the loud roar of the rush of the raging blood in his ears as his heart clawed away at his ribs. In fact, it was as if it was beating the shit out of his lungs in the process because he couldn't breathe properly. It became harder and harder with each furious pump of blood. His head pounded even. But that didn't steer him from the fact that Trowa, the one who had him this way, was right there in front of him, possibly trying to finish what the bullet and knife had started and failed to complete.

Duo was terrified; nearing the point of hysteria.

In his mind he'd come up with a mixture of intertwining mantras that screamed at and tumbled over one another as they could not force their way into his mouth. Air was too precious at that point and time. Shit. He was hyperventilating. Even though it would be a pathetic way to go, he hoped that would kill him. It would be better than having his last living vision burned with Trowa killing him slowly and painfully.

He was hauled momentarily out of his 'Must Get Away From Trowa' state when he gasped at a sharp pain in his chest, and amplifying it with his involuntary action. A trembling hand flew to his chest.

GOD it hurt!! He just couldn't take it. Jesus it frikkin HURT! What made it worse was that Trowa moved in that exact moment of Duo's more pronounced state of pain and weakness. Duo was already against the wall with nowhere else to run. He wasn't in the hospital or he'd be on ward at the moment. And the walls were yellow.

The demand of where he was launched itself in the mix, now having all these questions in his head.

'Why is Trowa here?!'

'What is he going to do?!'

'Please make him go AWAY!'

'Please be a dream!'

'IT HURTS!'

"NEED AIR!'

'GOD TAKE ME NOW!!!'

Duo groaned at the now intensified headache, tears gathering at the rims of his eyes but refusing to fall; to accent his vulnerability. Trowa seemed to be backing away now, possibly pretending to look more frightened than concerned. He moved his lips. He was calling for someone. He couldn't tell who. The blood seemed to scream in his ears. But the door swung wide open to reveal a curious Qautre who took one look at him and advanced toward the bed.

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A/N: Well, here's the long awaited chapter eight. It's short but I'll have the other up either tomorrow or Monday, the latest.

Now for the reason I've been so delayed.:

THEY FRIGGED UP MY REPRT CARD and cost me my Christmas dinner and all my presents I would've gotten. Other than that it's all good.

'Till next time you guys!

-Kenny.