Chapter 8 / 20
Written by Jessi Maxwell - send C&C to Megami_no_Remon@hotmail.com
They were closing in. Wufei fought and kicked for all he was worth, but it was hopeless. He was knocked down, feeling his air being cut off as something slammed into his throat. They were laughing at him, jeering, calling his name. He felt a cord wind around his neck. He thrashed viscously, cursing, kicking with all his strength at one of the men's groins, grasping at the cord with both hands. He felt one of them sit on his stomach, pinning him down. This one was screaming his name, slapping his face. Oh, of all the unfair...they had him pinned and he was being choked and was DYING, and they SLAPPED him! Such injustice...so shaming...Wufei kicked hard to unseat the man on top of him. The man screamed his name.
Wufei's eyes opened, and he looked around, blinking, trying to figure out where he was. A chair lay on its side a few feet away. He scrabbled briefly with the cord choking him…it was an electrical cord, which led to the lamp that had miraculously remained on the endtable. He blinked, looking up. Heero was standing there. Trowa was kneeling nearby, emerald eyes wide with shock, clutching his wounded groin. Wufei winced and sat up. He hadn't even realized he had fallen asleep during his Duo-watching. The braided pilot had been comatose since they had entered the hospital; even so, Wufei had kept watch on him. He apologized to Trowa and drug himself to his feet, rubbing his eyes harshly.
"Man...Wu...musta been...some...nightmare...what a sight...to see when ya first wake up..." All three pilots whirled to look at the bed. Duo's bleary violet eyes gazed at them and a ghost of a smile played upon his lips.
"Duo! You're awake!" Wufei exclaimed, darting over to the side of the bed. Duo looked at the Chinese pilot, smirking slightly. He had never seen Wufei in such a state of disarray. His hair was undone and stood in random directions, and his clothes were rumpled. A bright red line from the electrical cord was around his neck, and he had a bruise where he had hit the lower bar of the bed frame as he fell from the chair in the clutch of his dream. Dark circles surrounded his eyes.
"Yeah...Wu...how could a guy sleep...with you making all that...noise?" Duo whispered, blinking sleepily, and then letting his eyes close as he drifted into a natural sleep. Wufei righted the chair he had knocked over and slumped into it.
"Duo no baka..." Heero said quietly, gazing at the pilot of Deathscythe. It wasn't often that Heero saw Duo QUIET. But this quiet was just not right. It seemed so wrong to see all the various tubes and needles, knowing that it was all that was keeping him alive...such a sad state for one with so much self-pride. He was faintly, morbidly amused at the thought of a death god with tubes in his nose, but quickly banished such thought. Trowa merely looked at Duo for a long time, and then turned to Wufei.
"That was one hell of a kick."
Wufei winced, massaging his temples. "Gomen," he muttered, "but such things happen with sleep deprivation. It's just not right...Maxwell still manages to give me grief and still manages to cause trouble while he's COMATOSE...I never would have believed it possible..."
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Taulis was BORED. Taulis was bored out of his skull. He had done everything he could think of, then done it all again. He had even taken six showers already today, just for something to do. He tried taking a nap, but one can only sleep so much. He lay there on the not-so-comfortable bed, thinking. A passing thought struck him, how much he would like to be home, curled up on his nice blue overstuffed couch, eating some popcorn and drinking a soda or two, maybe watching a porno...Taulis snorted.
"I don't believe it. I just don't fuckin' believe it. Everything is set up and I'm going to be living like a god for the rest of my days, and here I lay, bored out of my mind, thinking about watching pornos...Something's just not right with that..." Taulis grumbled to himself. His eyes suddenly lit up. "Now THERE'S an idea!" he said happily as he swung his legs out of bed.