Bourn on White Wings
Chapter 8
Escape
By: Miguela
Duo hauled Heero through the hallways, feeling panic and urgency slowly start to build within him as Heero became less and less responsive. Blood continued to drip down from his forehead as well as from his leg, and that had Duo worried. He was also worried for Mia. To think that Deikim would be able to get her to attack Heero and she wouldn't even think twice about it!
Duo passed by an open door and saw medical supplies inside on shelves. "We're gonna take a slight detour," he said to Heero, who wasn't even paying attention to him. "We need to stop that bleeding." He pulled Heero into the room, closing the door and locking it behind them to avoid being surprised by someone needing to use any of the equipment within the room. He sat Heero down on one of the examination tables and managed to scrounge up gauze, medical tape, a pair of tweezers and morphine, since Duo knew how much it hurt to remove a bullet. Duo spoke the entire time that he tended to Heero's injuries, trying to get a response out of him.
"Come on, Heero," Duo said, shaking him slightly. "Give me some sign that you're still with me."
Heero grunted, shifting slightly as he felt an injection in his leg. His eyes slowly opened to meet with Duo's blurry image. "Duo, wh-what did you just do?" he asked fuzzily.
"You'll bleed to death if I don't do something first," Duo said, "It's just a bit of morphine so I can get the bullet out." He held up the little piece of lead, the one that he had just fished out of Heero's leg, as a demonstration. Duo grinned at his own cleverness.
"How much?"
"Like, close to nothing," Duo said, waving it off as he set down the bloody bullet and the tweezers down on the tray. He wrapped bandages around his friend's head wound. "Once we're done here, we'll free the others."
"Hn," Heero muttered. He felt groggy, and Duo's overly zealous chatter was making his head pound. "Duo, could you stop the senseless chatter?" he cut his friend off. "Someone could hear you."
Duo didn't seem to care as he tied the bandages snugly on his friend's brow. "There, that's taken care of," he said, hands on his hips.
"Then let's get out of here," Heero said, and, much to Duo's protests, pushed himself up off the table and began limping to the door. He was very thankful that Duo had given him morphine or he wouldn't have been able to tolerate the pain as he did now. He knew that they had taken too much time, and that Dekim and his scientists would come searching for them. They couldn't afford to be caught and imprisoned again. Using the wall as a support, Heero made his way down the hall with a profound limp until Duo came up beside him, draping one of Heero's arms across his shoulders.
"And you call me an idiot," Duo said sarcastically, watching Heero try to remain focused as he helped his friend back to where the other pilots were. "Man, you are way more stupid than I could ever be! You're pigheaded! Gees, the least you could've done was waited till I was done! You're leg wound isn't just a scrape, you know."
"We don't have time," Heero said urgently. "I don't care what shape I'm in; so long as we get Mia and the others out of here and away from Dekim, I don't care what it costs me."
"You really love her, don't you?" Duo asked quietly, seriously.
If Heero hadn't been so high on morphine, he probably would've strangled Duo right then and there. He settled for glaring deeply at the braided pilot, who only smirked evilly. "Oh, there is no way you are living this one down," he chirped happily, skipping into a nearby hallway as he heard sounds of movement up ahead. Heero groaned quietly and Duo chuckled.
"Duo?" Quatre called from the way that they had just come from. "Is that you?"
"Quatre!" Duo called excitedly, setting Heero down on the floor as he felt his friend's legs give out from under him.
"What happened?" Quatre asked in concern at seeing the bandages wrapped around Heero's head and the blood soaked into his jeans.
"Mia," was all that Heero offered as an explanation.
Wufei sneered. "A woman beat you up, Yuy?" he scoffed. "I would've thought that you were stronger than that."
Heero glared at the blurry image of Wufei. The morphine was starting to affect him to the point of him falling unconscious, but he also knew that he had gotten a nasty hit in the head from Mia with that lose bar, which was probably causing his vision to be blurred as it was.
"We should hurry," Trowa reminded them quietly, as he knelt next to Heero and pulled to injured youth's arm around his neck, bidding that Duo support Heero on his other side. "We're all getting out of here, alive," he said in response to Heero's curious look.
"Man, Wufei, you and Quatre go and find Mia," Duo called to the other two. "Heero won't leave without her."
Quatre nodded in understanding, but Wufei just crossed his arms. "I'm not going to risk my life to look for a miserable, weakling woman," he said.
"Come on, man," Duo pleaded. "I don't want to have to drag his sorry ass back to the safe house without Mia there to persuade him to go." Duo's smirk widened as Heero's glare deepened.
"We can come back for her," Trowa reasoned.
"Trowa's right," Quatre agreed. "Right now, our objective is to escape; besides, if Mia is under their control, it would be harder to drag her along against her will. We would probably be taken out just like Heero if we were to force her to do anything."
"Alright then, let's go," Duo said, and they set out. He and Trowa supported the injured Heero, while Quatre and Wufei took out any guards that got in their way. They managed to knock out a couple of guards and steal their weapons, which came in handy when they were escaping. Since Quatre wasn't as good a shot as Duo was, Quatre took Duo's place in supporting the injured Wing Zero pilot.
The five of them crouched near the exit at the back of the base, Wufei covering them from the rear as Duo picked the lock on the door. They knew that once the lock was open, the alarm would sound, signaling a breach, but they didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Heero was losing blood at an alarming rate, as was Quatre, who had taken a hit to protect the slow moving trio from a group of soldiers that had come out of a break room after hearing one of their friends cry out in pain from Wufei's attack. Quatre's shoulder was bleeding profusely from the bullet wound that was just under his collar bone. Heero tried to put as little weight on Quatre as he possibly could, used Trowa as his main support. Trowa was on his right side, and got most of the weight put on him for that very reason. Quatre was sweating and panting heavily as his right arm hung useless at his side. His other hand gripped Heero's left wrist as he had Heero's left arm draped over his shoulders.
There was an audible click from the door and the siren sounded almost instantly afterwards as Duo opened the backdoor, waving them through as he joined Wufei and backed them up. The five of them entered the garage section of the base, finding all sorts of jeeps, utility trucks and mobile suit transports all sitting idly and waiting. They chose one of the jeeps that were parked near the door that was running, shooting the young soldier as he ran out to jump into his waiting vehicle. Duo made sure that he didn't hit anything vital as they approached the young man. It turned out that the young man turned out to be Jack. Duo's grin turned into a sneer.
"Looks like you got a dose of your own medicine," he said, knocking the frightened Jack unconscious as they climbed into his vehicle. Wufei drove with Duo riding shotgun as the young acrobat and the two injured pilots climbed into the back seat. Trowa was armed, taking Wufei's gun, and Duo had the one Quatre had stole. "Let's get out of here," Duo said to the other pilots, who couldn't help but agree with him.
I'll come back for you, Mia, Heero vowed silently as he rested his head on the back of the seat. I won't leave you, not this time.
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