Trowa carried Quatre to his trailer and laid him on the bed then he called a doctor. As he watched the doctor examine him the doctor pulled up Quatre’s shirt. Trowa had never seen anything like it before. He was so thin you could see his bones. The doctor finished but he didn’t have to tell him what’s wrong he had seen for himself.

“He is malnourished. From the looks of it he hasn’t eaten in a least a month.”
“How could he have survived like that.”
“Probly having something small here and there like a piece of bread. That’s not enough he’s so small he needs to eat at least three times a day and he’s not. If he keeps this up he’ll get weaker and weaker until he kills himself.”
“I understand. Thank you doctor.”

Trowa watched Quatre sleep. He hadn’t noticed before how pale he looked and he had dark circles around his eyes. Yet he kept looking as innocent as ever. Trowa decided right there to help his angel get better no matter what it took.

Quatre began to awaken stretching his arms. Looking around he realized he was in unfamiliar surroundings. He stood up but felt groggy. He almost fell but he grabbed on to a chair. He tried again he had no idea where he was and he was beginning to panic.

Trowa walked in and Quatre jumped. “Trowa? where am I?” Trowa went over to him and took him back to the bed. “My trailer. You passed out remember?”

“yeah. I think so how long was I out?”
“Not long a few hours. How do you feel?”
“I’m all right but I have to get to work.” he went to get up but Trowa pushed him back down.
“You can’t go anywhere in that condition.”
“You don’t understand I’ll get fired. I need this job.”
“You can get another when you’re better. You’re staying here until your well.”
“But..”
“Not another word. Now what would you like for breakfast?”
“You know Trowa I had a big dinner. I'm really not that hungry.”
“Quatre I had a doctor look at you. I saw you have to eat or you’ll die.” Quatre thought to him self . Like that’s a bad thing.

Trowa made them some food nothing to big. Quatre’s system needed to get used to eating again. He wished he knew what had been going on he would have help. Why didn’t Quatre come to him for help. He watched Quatre fiddle with his food. Finally Quatre took a few bites. He wasn’t able to finish it but it was a start. Trowa helped him back to bed and told him to get some rest. Trowa had to go do a performance.

Quatre woke up and figured that Trowa went to work and began to think . Why does Trowa want to help me could he care about me like I do him. No way he’s just being a friend. Quatre looked in the mirror and flinched, “Man I look like death.”

Trowa walked in as Quatre was watching a news report about a man who killed himself. No knowing that he was there he said, “You’re lucky pal. You’re free.” Trowa couldn’t believe what he had heard. Quatre was hurting more than he had thought.

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