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Crashed	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Duo slid down the wall, watching through the glass window as they laid Heero to his side and ran a tube down his throat. There was already a tube in his nose that had been put in by the paramedics. Water pumped through the tube to his stomach and a nurse turned to see their eyes watching. She gave them a sad smile and closed the blinds.
Duo wanted to be angry with Heero, but he couldn't summon the energy. The utter agony he'd seen in his best friend's eyes as he'd fled the dorm room was exactly the same as he'd seen in his face after Solo had died. That should have been a clue. Duo felt he should have known where Heero would go. He should have gone straight to Derrick's. He should have stopped Heero before he could buy the damn pills.
A hand fell over his and it was only then he realized his hands were clenched into fists. He looked to Quatre.
“Don't blame yourself.”
“I should'a known, Quat.”
The blond sighed. “Did it cross your mind what he would do?”
“No, that's the problem. It should have.”
Quatre shook his head. “Tension was high, Duo. None of us were thinking of much more than Zechs at the time. Cut yourself some slack.”
He rubbed his forehead and stood. “I'll be back.” He stepped outside and lit a cigarette before pulling out his cellphone and dialing quickly.
“Hello?”
“Hey.” He cleared his throat. “Heero's in the hospital.”
“What?”
“He... he overdosed.”
“What! But you said-”
“I know.” He ran his fingers through his bangs and took a drag of his smoke. “Stress levels got a little high today. Zechs said something he didn't mean. All of us knew he didn't mean it, but... you know how vulnerable Heero is. He got scared he would lose Zechs and went out and took I don't know how many Vicodin.”
“Where are you?”
“Baptist. They're pumping his stomach now.”
He heard rustling in the background. “I'm out of town, but I'll get there as fast as I can.”
“I think he'll be okay, we got him to the hospital pretty fast. So don't do anything dangerous to get here.”
“Don't worry, Duo. My driver will get me there safely.”
“All right. I'll call if anything changes.” He hung up and puffed on his cigarette. No matter what Quatre said, he felt guilty, and he knew Zechs did too. He didn't blame the blond for his actions. He'd seen how rape victims handled the aftermath before and could understand, from outside experience in dealing with them, the anger and fear.
Heero's reaction to it wasn't surprising either. After all he'd been through with Solo, it was really no wonder Heero had freaked and run for the drugs that had numbed him for years after his lover had said he didn't want or need his love.
With a sigh, Duo finished his cigarette and returned to the others. He tried sitting, but nervous energy brought him right back to his feet and pacing the floor.
After what felt like hours, the doctor came out of the room. “We flushed his stomach and gave him charcoal to absorb anything that may have been left behind. He is stable, but he isn't awake, yet.”
“But he will wake up, right?” Zechs asked.
She shook her head slowly. “It's a waiting game right now. We have no way of knowing the extent of the damage. A Vicodin overdose can result in coma and brain damage. We'll know more when he wakes up.” The words were said as gently as possible, but that couldn't take the sting out of them.
Duo pressed a fist to his mouth, fighting to remain in control of his emotions. “What happens next?”
“We admit him and wait to see what happens.”
“Can I see him?”
She looked to Zechs and smiled. “Yes. They'll be down shortly to move him.”
Zechs moved into the room slowly. Heero's face was terribly pale underneath the dark locks of his hair. The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room as Zechs sat beside the bed and took Heero's hand.
“Come back to me,” he whispered. He leaned over and kissed his temple. “It can't end like this.”
They stood around the bed, watching with heavy hearts as Zechs pressed his forehead to the pillow. His shoulders shook with silent tears. Duo sat heavily in a chair in the corner to fill out paperwork, which was difficult as he had a hard time focusing.
An hour later, Heero was moved to a room. They stood back as a nurse took his vitals and checked his IV. “Visiting hours end at nine. If one of you wishes to stay the night, that's fine.”
When she left, Duo turned on the TV, needing some sort of distraction and Zechs immediately pulled a chair up to the side of the bed. He kept a grip on Heero's hand, eyes rarely leaving his lover's face. As it neared seven, Heero's brows drew together and his hand tightened in Zechs'.
“Heero?”
Dark blue eyes slowly blinked open. “Zechs?” he whispered hoarsely with a grimace. “Throat hurts.”
Zechs grabbed the bottle the nurse had left and held the plastic straw to Heero's lips. He took several sips before relaxing back to the pillow. “What happened?”
“You overdosed.”
He closed his eyes. “Shit.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Like my insides were turned out,” he whispered huskily through his raw throat.
Duo scrunched his nose. “They were.”
Heero looked to his friends and then up to Zechs. “Sorry.”
He shook his head. “I'm sorry I hurt you.”
“Can't you boys stay out of trouble?” They looked to the door as Rich stepped in.
“Don't look at us,” Duo said. “Me and Quat are trouble free. It's those three you gotta worry about.” He pointed to Heero, Zechs, and Wufei.
The Chinese man frowned. “Don't add me into the mix. My father hasn't tried anything in a while. He's probably given up by now.”
“What's that about?”
“Long story,” he muttered.
“His old man's an abusive asshole,” Duo summed up.
“I see.” Rich moved to the side of the bed. “You're an addict.”
Heero looked away from the man. “I've been,” he grimaced, “was clean for two months.”
“Off of what?”
“Heroin, meth, ex, acid, and Vicodin.”
His eyes widened. “That's quite a list. What rehab did you go to?”
“I didn't.”
“You cleaned up from all that on your own? How the hell did you manage that?”
He grunted a mirthless laugh as he thought of the first week when he was sure he was dying. Zechs had pleaded with him several times to let him take him to the hospital, and he almost agreed once. “Very painfully.”
Rich shook his head. “Must've had some strong motivation.”
Heero squeezed Zechs' hand. “Yeah.”
Zechs sighed. “Then I go and be an ass and you almost die.”
“That wasn't your fault. I'm the one who went and bought the damn pills.”
“Do you have anymore?”
“I flushed them,” Duo answered.
Heero looked to the cop. “Am I in trouble?”
“Do you plan to continue using?”
He shuddered. “Hell no, this and the flashbacks are bad enough.”
“Have you had a lot?”
“Only three.”
The detective nodded. “I'm not going to arrest you, but I'll be checking on you.”
Given the alternatives of jail or forced rehab, Heero wasn't about to complain. “I understand.”
He sighed. “Can you boys try to be good for at least a few days? I don't think I could handle any more right now.”
Heero snorted but didn't comment. He was completely drained. He was still a little fuzzy on the details and wasn't sure exactly how long they'd been in the ER or when he'd been moved to a room. But he wasn't thinking about that.
He was highly pissed with himself. Following your emotions was one thing; allowing the fear of losing another lover to override rational thought was another. He looked up to Zechs.
“Don't ever leave me,” he whispered.
He leaned down and kissed Heero's temple. “Never.” Again, it was another promise Zechs couldn't guarantee, but he meant it. He would never willingly leave Heero.
A knock came softly to the door and Heero sighed. He was tired and didn't feel like having any more visitors.
“Darling! You've returned to me!”
Heero looked over at Duo's melodramatic greeting and met worried, soft brown eyes. She sat on the edge of his bed, eyes shifting to the blond holding his hand.
“You must be Zechs.”
He nodded. “Une?”
She smiled. “Yes.” Her smile fell as she looked back to Heero. “You look awful.”
He grunted. “I feel awful, so I guess that makes sense.”
“Are we finished with this?”
"Yeah."
She smiled again, brushing his hair from his face. “Dana would be so proud of you.”
“Proud of a drug addict son who's probably going to get expelled from college?”
“Recovering addict son, and you might not get expelled. I'm sure the dean will take into account that you've been clean for a while. Addiction isn't something people can simply walk away from.” She took a breath. “Have you considered finding a group?”
He frowned. “They're going to send someone to talk to me about rehab and NA... I'm not going to do it.” He grimaced. All the talking was aggravating his abused throat.
She sighed. “We'll talk about it later.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You're like a son to me, Heero. I can't help worrying about you.”
“I know.”
She smiled. “I'm going to head home. If you need me, give me a call.” She stood. “It's nice to finally meet you, Zechs.”
“You, too.”
She turned and took her first good look at Duo. “What happened to you?”
He scratched at the dry paint that was making him itch. All of them had been wondering that, but were too focused on Heero to mention it yet. “Candy spilled water on the floor in the studio and didn't clean it up. I slipped and fell into her easel.”
Quatre covered his mouth discreetly and attempted to keep from laughing. “I think we should probably head home and get him cleaned up.”
Trowa, however, was gazing at Heero with a curious look on his face. “Your mother's name was Dana?”
Wufei and Quatre started as all three finally made the connection. Duo grinned.
“Yep, Heero's mom was none other than the world famous Dana Yuy.”
“I didn't know she had kids,” Trowa said. He'd been a huge fan of hers.
Heero shrugged. “She didn't want me caught up in the types of lifestyles a lot of kids with famous parents do.” He snorted softly as he closed his eyes. “Still ended up a junkie.”
Duo pushed from the wall. “You're tired and I really want out of these clothes. Is there anything y'all need?”
Zechs shook his head. “Not that I can think of. I'll give you a call if that changes.”
“All right.”
They piled into Trowa's SUV and he dropped Quatre and Duo off at the blond's apartment. As the door shut behind them, Quatre pulled Duo into his arms as the braided man finally allowed himself to give in to the fear that he'd barely held at bay since Heero's collapse. He began shaking and gasping, but Quatre knew he wouldn't cry.
He pulled him to the bathroom and sat him on the toilet lid before grabbing some clothes. He stripped himself and then Duo, turning on the shower and pushing his lover into it. He held the paint encrusted braid away from the water and began the painstaking process of unweaving the thick mass and brushing it out. He turned Duo around so his hair was under the spray and gazed into frightened violet eyes.
“He's all right, Duo.”
“It was so close,” he whispered. “Shit, Quatre, I almost lost my best friend.”
He soaped up a washcloth and ran it over Duo's chest and down his arms. When he reached the fingerless gloves, he ran his thumb over his palms. “Let me take these off,” he whispered. “They need to be washed.”
Duo tensed for a moment before nodding. Quatre peeled the gloves off his hands, trying not to focus on the scars that ran across his palms. He knew they bothered Duo as his lover very rarely ever let him see his hands without their normal coverings. Most people assumed they were simply a part of his normal wardrobe, but the fact was he wore them so people wouldn't see the scars, because then they'd want to know how he got them. And Duo didn't like talking about it.
Quatre bathed his lover until all traces of paint were gone from his body and hair and toweled him off. He redressed him in some sweat pants and pulled him to the bedroom. After braiding Duo's hair, Quatre pulled him to the bed and folded him in his arms.
******
“Did you speak to a counselor?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
Heero sipped his water, wishing the woman would go away. “Because I didn't feel like talking, especially not to the people they wanted me to talk to.”
“Why?”
He ground his teeth.”Because they hated Solo to begin with and they were disgusted when they found out we were lovers.”
She nodded slowly. “I can understand that, but you really should consider speaking to someone now. NA would be a good-”
“I'm over it. I'm not going to some stupid meetings or rehab, either. I have a support system that's working just fine.”
She gazed at him silently for a long moment. “Then what went wrong two days ago?”
“It was a mistake that won't happen again. My friends will see to that. Can I go now?”
The doctor had already released him at the same time as he’d brought in this woman.
She pursed her lips and held out a card. “If you change your mind, give me a call.”
He took the card, if for no other reason than hoping it would get her to leave. “All right.”
She stood and left. A moment later, Zechs stepped back into the room with a nurse and a wheelchair. “You've got to be kidding.”
“Hospital policy, Mr. Yuy.”
“I don't need it.”
“You're still somewhat weak from your ordeal and it's a long walk.”
“I'm not-”
“Just get in the chair, Heero,” Zechs said wearily.
He stared at his lover for a long moment before sitting down in the chair. Zechs squeezed his shoulder. “Thank you.”
They reached the hospital entrance and found Duo and Quatre waiting. Duo opened the back, passenger side door and pulled Heero into a one-armed hug.
“Don't ever scare me like that again,” he whispered.
Heero closed his eyes, feeling like a jerk for what he'd put his friends through. “Sorry.”
Duo released him and offered a smile before getting into the passenger seat while Heero and Zechs climbed in the back.
Heero rubbed his temples as Quatre pulled out of the parking lot. He now had something else to add to his list of things never to do again. Getting his stomach pumped was one of the worst things he'd gone through, even if he hadn't been awake for it. To put it bluntly, he felt like shit. But he couldn't complain. After all, he was alive when there was every chance he might not have been.
Quatre pulled into their apartment complex. “Are you guys hungry?”
“A little.”
“Not really.”
Zechs looked to Heero. “You need to try to eat something. You haven't eaten since yesterday and they pumped all of that out of you.”
He grunted. “I noticed.”
“I've got a surprise for you,” Duo said.
He sighed but allowed himself to be pulled up to Quatre's apartment. He sat on their love seat and leaned into Zechs' side as the blond draped an arm over his shoulders. Duo disappeared into the kitchen and returned a moment later with a plate of various sushi, a bowl of soy sauce, and chop sticks.
Heero stared down at the plate in his lap, a small smile coming to his lips. “Thank you.”
He took the chopsticks and lifted one of the California rolls. He dipped it in the sauce and held it up to Zechs' lips. The blond smiled softly and took the offered bite. The four finished off the sushi and settled down to watch a movie. Within minutes, Heero was asleep.
******
Ms. Harper sighed as she studied the young man sitting before her. “The last few months haven't been so great for you boys, have they?”
He shrugged. “There's been some good moments.”
She nodded slowly. “As you know, it's against school policy for drugs to be used on campus.”
Here it came. “I know.”
She leaned back in her chair. “If there's one thing I learned recently, it's that you can't judge a book by it's cover... and that people can change.”
He frowned slightly as he looked up to the dean. “Ma'am?”
“I've watched the three of you for two and a half years now. I didn't approve of your choices of lifestyle, what with all the black clothes, chains, piercings, and things. But with your grades, Trowa's music, and Duo's art, I held my tongue. Academically, you three bring good marks to the school.
“I didn't like how you ran through partners, but they were all consenting adults and it really wasn't my business.” She leaned her elbows on her desk. “But I've seen how things have started to change, and I've had to admit to myself that none of you were quite the thugs I believed you to be.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “You do recall that I'm an addict, don't you.”
She took a breath. “I received a call from Ms. Une and she explained to me how you reached this point. I'm not excusing your decisions, but I have no idea how traumatic it must have been for your lover to die before your very eyes.”
He swallowed, the old pain rising slightly. “It... wasn't a good time,” he said quietly.
She took in the hurt in the young man's eyes and any remaining reservations left her. “You deserve a second chance, Heero.” She smiled softly at his startled expression. “You're not expelled, but no more drug use.”
“I promise.”
She nodded. “Good to hear.”
“Are we done?”
“Yes.”
“All right.” He stood. “Thank you.”
“Just make sure you and Zechs take care of each other.”
He smiled. “We will.”
He left the administration building and lit a cigarette as he made he made his way to the wall where the other five sat. Zechs looked over his shoulder from his perch on the wall when he was poked in the back.
“Well?”
Heero put his hands to the wall and hopped up, giving his lover a wide grin when he was seated next to him. “She's letting me stay.”
Zechs cupped his face and pressed their lips together. Heero groaned softly under the onslaught of his lover's heated kiss. He tangled his hands in long blond locks as their tongues caressed passionately.
Snickers came from Heero's right and they broke the kiss. Duo clapped Zechs on the back. “I guess there's no question as to whether or not you're happy.”
“Well, there's that.” He smirked. “But it was the grin, gets me every time.”
Heero blushed and slid from the wall. “On that note... why don't we get something to eat?”
He pushed into the cafeteria, ignoring the snickers behind him, but he wasn't too upset about it. He had another chance. He wasn't going to screw this one up.
TBC.....
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