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Surrender	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Do you know how hard it is to watch someone you love go through something so terrible as cancer? It's difficult when you watch them hurt and know there's nothing you can do to ease their pain. All I can do is keep busy. I'm afraid to slow down. I'm afraid to think of anything other than getting Heero well. I can't for one second allow myself to think he might not make it. If I did, I'd break down. And that's the last thing Heero needs.
Now, on top of work and caring for Heero, I find myself planning a wedding, so there really is very little time for me to think about 'what ifs'. All I have time for is what is, and that's more than enough to keep me busy. Only problem is that it's becoming harder and harder to throw on that optimistic smile every morning. It's more difficult to help Heero through his nausea every afternoon. I'm wearying myself to nothing and praying that no one notices.
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“That's the one,” Relena said.
Ronnie smiled and turned in a slow circle on the stool to get a full view of the dress. It was a halter top with a fitted bodice that flared outwards from the hips. It showed off her figure beautifully. “It's perfect.”
Relena nodded, pushing from her seat to more closely examine the dress. “And think of how much better it would have been to have it two weeks ago when I told you to get it and not when I had to come kidnap you a week before the wedding.”
Ronnie shrugged. “So sue me. I hate clothes shopping, in fact, I haven't worn a dress since I was a little girl.”
Relena smiled. “Well, when he sees you in this, he'll fall in love all over again.”
She smiled softly. “Think so?”
Relena tilted her head to the side. “Veronica, I hate to ask this, but the two of you aren't getting married because you're pregnant, are you?”
She shook her head. “It pushed it up a bit, but, no, it's not the reason.”
She smiled widely. “Good. Let's get this paid for and get back to the house. I didn't have time to see everyone.”
“That's because you have a one-track mind.”
Upon returning to the house, they froze in the kitchen, unsure of what to make of the scene. Duo, Wufei, Quatre and Heero were at the table, the blond and Japanese man glaring at each other across it's surface. The tension in the room was so thick it felt like it could be cut with a knife.
“I'm not going and that's final.”
Heero ground his teeth. “And if the merger falls through?”
He shrugged. “It won't hurt Winner Enterprises.”
“No, but it will hurt the other company. Hundreds of jobs could be lost.” He set his napkin down, pushed to his feet and rounded the table to stand next to Quatre. “The needs of many have to take precedence over the wants of the few.” He leaned his hand on the table, his face merely inches from Quatre's. “You know that.” He cupped a hand to the blond's cheek. “It's only for three days. I'm not going anywhere in that time.”
Quatre put one hand over Heero's and the other to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Relena covered her mouth, touched by the sweetness of the moment. She knew they were together, but she'd not seen them kiss before. In some way, it broke her heart to see such tenderness between them.
Quatre pulled away. “All right, I'll go, but if anything happens I expect to be notified immediately.”
Heero rolled his eyes. “You'll be the first person called. Now, let's get you packed. Your plane leaves in an hour.”
“I didn't make those arrangements,” he protested.
“No, I did.”
Quatre gave up and followed Heero up to their bedroom. Heero pulled the suitcase out of the closet and laid it on the bed, sitting beside it. “All right, you give me what you want to take and I'll pack it for you.”
Quatre rummaged through his drawers, pulling out several pairs of socks, under shirts, and underwear and tossing them to Heero. He kept an eye on his sick lover as they packed the case.
“You look tired.”
Heero gave him a small smile. “I am a bit. I'll rest after you're gone.”
Quatre nodded and pulled out a suit and a few shirts to go underneath, laying them in a garment bag. His laptop and toiletries filled the rest of the case. “I guess that's everything. Ride with me to the airport?”
Heero pushed from the bed and followed Quatre downstairs, allowing the staff to get the bags. They rode silently in the back of the car until they reached the airport. Quatre adamantly refused to allow Heero out of the car. He lifted Heero's hand and kissed his knuckles.
“Go home and rest. Love you.”
“Love you, too. Now get going before the plane leaves without you.” He watched Quatre disappear into the building. Only once they were back on the road did he allow himself to sag in the seat and lean against the door.
“Are you all right?”
He cracked an eye open to look at the driver. “Just tired.”
He nodded. “I'll get you home as quickly as possible so you can rest.”
“Hn.” Heero didn't say it, but he was pretty sure rest would do no good. They all wanted him to rest. What he really needed was to keep going. He didn't want to feel any weaker than he already was.
******
“It's going to look stupid.”
Ronnie rolled her eyes. “Well, the ring has to go on somewhere. Just keep in mind that in a few weeks the cast will be gone and we can move the ring to the correct finger.”
He stared down at the rings. When they'd decided to rush the wedding, somehow putting the ring on the left hand had slipped his mind. After what was hopefully the final surgery to put his hand back together, they still didn't know how much use he would have out of it. He didn't even know what it looked like as they had bandaged his fingers together, wrapped the hand tightly and then gone so far as putting a cast on it to prevent him from trying to move it too soon.
He looked up to her encouraging smile. “I guess I really shouldn't complain.”
She tugged him down the hall. “It's not normally your style.”
He returned the smile. “Not normally, but I'm not used to being incapacitated like this.”
She glanced into the empty rooms that lined the hall and figured everyone else was downstairs. “I know. Which is why I'm not telling you to shut up or anything. If it was Duo complaining I'd have thrown something at him by now.”
He chuckled softly. “Just make sure you sell tickets first.”
She tapped her lips, eyes sparkling. “Hm, it could be a party game at the rehearsal dinner. 'Whack Duo in the Head' for a quarter or something.”
“Uh... why are we whacking me in the head?” Duo asked as they stepped into the living room.
“We were trying to think of party games.”
Duo rolled his eyes. “And your first idea was to use me as a whipping post? I think I'm insulted.”
Wufei chuckled and put his arm over Duo's shoulders. “Don't worry. I won't let them go through with it.”
“Thank you. At least someone around here has some respect for me.”
Ronnie laughed softly. “Is Heero not back yet?”
“Yes,” Relena answered. “He's upstairs lying down.”
Ronnie and Trowa frowned. “No he isn't. At least, not in his room.”
Relena frowned. “But he said he was going to lie down for a bit.”
Ronnie and Trowa turned around and headed back upstairs, followed by the others. There was no sign of Heero in his and Quatre's room so they checked the game room. No Heero.
“Are we sure he came upstairs?” Duo asked.
“Well, he was going in that direction.”
They moved back down the stairs. The only thing between them and the living room was the front door. Duo looked out the window and found Heero sitting on the porch swing, gazing over the well-manicured front lawn. One leg was bent and pulled to his chest while the other kicked idly at the ground to make the bench swing softly.
Duo stepped outside. “I thought you were going to lie down.”
He glanced up to him and raised a thin shoulder. “I changed my mind.”
Duo sat next to him. “Man, it's hot out here.”
“It's July,” Heero stated.
He rolled his eyes but let the obvious statement pass. “How are you feeling?”
Heero sighed. “Tired of hearing people ask that.”
“You can't really blame us for worrying, you know.”
He looked back out over the yard. “Nine days,” he whispered.
Duo didn't have to ask what he was talking about. In that amount of time, they'd do another bone marrow test to see how things were progressing. “So, what happens after that?”
Heero shrugged. “If it's working, they'll keep up the same routine until its gone. If not, I guess they'll try something else. Some other drugs to pump into me that'll probably make me even sicker.” He rubbed his forehead. “And even if I do go into remission, there's no guarantee it won't come back... not without a transplant,” he added the last so quietly Duo almost didn't hear it.
“Transplant?”
Heero nodded, pushing from the bench and walking slowly to and leaning against the railing. “I would have a better chance of not getting cancer again with a bone marrow transplant, but they won't do it.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have too many other medical problems. Weir said they can't risk lowering my already dysfunctional immune system any more.” He grunted. “It feels like I'm fighting the inevitable and sometimes I wonder if it's worth it anymore.”
Duo licked his lips. “Heero, you're not giving up, are you?”
Sad, fatigued blue eyes turned to meet his. “I'm not, Duo, but that doesn't mean my body isn't.” He closed his eyes. “I'm just so tired.”
“Then go rest.”
He shook his head. “I can't.”
Duo stood and gently gripped Heero's arm, pulling him back inside. He lead him to the living room and sat in on the sofa. “Lie down and rest. You won't do yourself any favors by pushing too hard.”
Heero looked up to Duo. “You're right. I'm sorry.”
Duo smiled. “Don't be sorry. Just get some sleep and I'll wake you when it's time for chemo. Okay?”
He stretched out on the sofa and curled an arm under his head. He knew it was important for Quatre to go on the trip, but that didn't change the fact that he really wanted to blond home.
******
Quatre signed the last line on the contract and sat back, setting his pen down. The owner of the company he'd just merged with smiled broadly and extended his hand. “Thank you very much, Mr. Winner. I look forward to working with you.”
Quatre returned the smile and shook the man's hand. “It's beneficial to both of us, Marshall. I'm glad we were able to come to an agreement.”
Marshall's smile dimmed a bit as he studied the young man. “I'm not trying to pry, but you don't seem your usual self.”
Quatre released a breath and crossed to the window, hands behind his back. “A very dear friend of mine is very sick. We're not sure yet if he's going to make it.”
“I'm sorry to hear that. I went through something similar a few years back.”
Quatre looked over his shoulder. “Did you?”
Marshall nodded, face a mask of grief. “Yes, I lost my wife to cancer. She put up a valiant fight, but in the end, her body just gave out.”
Quatre's brows drew together. “What kind of cancer? If you don't mind my asking.”
He shook his head. “Cervical.”
He looked back out the window. “He has leukemia. Less than ten percent chance of survival.” He cleared his throat. “It caught us all off guard. He was always so strong, so healthy. And then... he just started falling apart. His immune system pretty much quit functioning. He started coming down with one illness after another. Simple things like colds and flus. But he'd never been sick before, so it was a big warning sign. Then, a few months later, we found out he had cancer.”
He closed his eyes. “I'm so afraid I'm going to lose him.”
The older man tilted his head to the side. “Is this man your lover?”
Quatre tensed as he realized he said too much. He turned wide eyes to the man and Marshall waved his hand. “I am no judge. As far as I'm concerned, love is love.”
He smiled sadly. “Thank you, and yes, he is my lover.”
Marshall put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently. “I know exactly what you're going through. Don't give up. I met many other cancer patients at the hospital where my wife received chemo who are now in remission. Not every story ends like mine. He needs you to be strong for him.”
Quatre nodded. “Thank you.”
He smiled. “Now get back to that lover of yours and see to getting him well. We can finish up any loose ends later.”
He didn't need to be told twice. He quickly gathered up his papers into his briefcase and was already calling the airport to get a ticket before he reached his car.
TBC.....
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