Descent of an Angel

Blah'- Thoughts
"Blah"- Speach meant to be as someone else

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Heero knelt behind the row of cars, watching the building carefully. Persian blue eyes trained on the entrance of the building as the other got into their own places. He glanced around, spotting Wufei against a pole in front of the building, looking like he was reading a paper. He let his eyes dart to the different places where agents were being hidden in. He quickly took stock in where it would be best for everyone to get in and out quickly if needed. He glanced up at the buildings surrounding the blue building, both Quatra and Trowa were waiting in the windows of both the buildings to use lines and break through the second story windows with their teams, they couldn’t allow the men on the second floor playing poker to get away.

His eyes were torn from where they’d been looking around to the black Jaguar that pulled up to the building. Heero frowned as he crouched down, watching as the man from the past month got out of the car, slipping on a pair of black gloves that Heero had never seen before and slipped something silver into his over coat.

‘A gun…’ Heero’s mind supplied.

Why would this man need a gun? He’d never been seen with a gun before, Wufei never said of anyone besides the grunts having any sort of weapon, and this man never wore gloves before. The set look on his face told Heero automatically that someone in that building was going to die today. He wanted to smirk, they probably found a double agent, or a rat in their little group. He waited for the suited man to go into the building and disappear into the depts. before he gave the signal.

He darted across the street, keeping behind the cars, a shadow was cast over him and he looked up to see the two former pilots swing out then into the building’s windows with a shattering crash. That seemed to be the main signal as Heero leads a group of about ten people, including Wufei into the house.

The men at the front all let out startled yells and went for hidden pistols. Heero lifted his old glock from the war and fired off two shots, he smirked as one made purchase in the head of one guard, and the other burrowed deeply into the chest of the other. A another three bullets took out the other two guards, making Heero scowl softly as Wufei had to waste a bullet getting one of the guards an idiot couldn’t hit. Heero clicked the trigger back on his glock and leapt forward, leading the charge into the building. Gun fire from above his head told him that Trowa and Quatra were working their best.

“Wufei, left!” Heero called as Wufei spun around and fired once, hitting his target without even really looking at him.

“Preventers!” someone yelled as the biggest men started to try and escape down the halls.

A warning shot fired in the hallway. Heero bolted forward, gun raised and at the ready as he reached the group of five large men that were standing with their hands raised over their heads, being held up by Noin and Zechs. Heero nodded to them, showing that he saw that they had their positions covered and headed upstairs.

His legs powered up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He ducked as a bullet ricocheted off the wall where his head would’ve been a few seconds before, he crouched onto his knees and glanced around the corner and smirked. Quatra was tying up the last men with something that looked suspiciously like a shoe lace, looking more than a little pissed off. Out of the ten men the two of them had taken upstairs with them, only seven remained. The other three laid dead or severely wounded on the ground. Once the last man was tied off, Trowa took a knee beside one of the only survivor and began to patch him up.

“Yuy!” came Wufei’s voice through the com-link that Heero had completely forgotten about.

“Chang.” Heero answered ecliptically as he took his own knee beside the man.

“Did you check the basement for the Suit? We don’t have him down here.”

“No, I’m heading down there as we speak.” Heero lied as he got up and bolted down the stairs.

“Better hurry. Chang out.” Wufei taunted before the line went dead.

Heero rolled his eyes as he took up his glock and slipped down the stairs that lead to the basement of the building. It wasn’t much, really. It looked like it was dug under the building for the Water Heater and the Electrical Panel. There was an old, faded green lazy boy in the middle of the room facing a wall. The whole place was lined in concrete; some of it has scratches in it from a drip from the ceiling that now made a pool against one corner of the wall.

A frown appeared on Heero’s face as he glanced around; the man in the suit wasn’t down here.

“Chang.”

“Yuy.” Wufei answered, sounding rather bored.

“You sure the Suit came down here?” Heero asked.

“Positive. It’s the only place he goes. Need backup?” Wufei asked.

“You sound bored enough. Get down here.”

“Funny. Chang out.”

Heero waited the few seconds it took for Wufei to descend the stairs and took up the spot beside him.

“Where’d he go?” Wufei asked, looking around the place.

“I don’t know. Look for a door.” Heero muttered softly before he started towards the walls.

Wufei grunted in acknowledgement before he placed his hand on the wall to his left while Heero took up the one on the right. The two walked simultaneously along the wall, running their hands over it until Heero stopped, finding the microscopic cut in the wall.

“Here” Heero called softly before he looked around for a handle. The door was made out of the concrete of the wall; the only thing on it was a small, golden colored hole that was twisted to the left and a tiny black square at the bottom that Heero mistook for a stain on the wall.

He kicked out his foot a little, frowning when he saw that it was a doggy door and flap. Heero motioned over to him and Wufei stepped up beside him, listening. They couldn’t hear anything at all on the other side. Heero gently pressed his hand to the middle of the door and started to push.

BANG!

Heero jumped in surprise, as did Wufei at the sound of the gunshot.

“NO! NO!”

Heero shoved the door open with all the strength that he possessed and bolted inside, Wufei hissing as he took up his own position, aiming into the room.

“Freeze!” Wufei all but screamed into the room.

The man in the suit froze where he was, his slicked back hair shinning off the single light bulb in the room. Wufei gagged a little, the room smelt horrible. He’d once gone into a sewer to escape a bounty hunter, that sewer smelt better than this small room.

“Put the gun down.” Heero growled, wondering where the screams had come from.

“I don’t have my gun anymore.” The man said, showing that he had no gun by turning his wrists.

Heero mentally frowned, his gun still on the man’s back, and “Where is it?”

“Against the wall there.” The man said calmly.

Heero glanced to his right, noticing the silver weapon that now laid harmlessly in the crevice where the wall and floor met. He wondered how it had gotten there before he got up from the crouched position that he’d been in.

“Put your hands up, slowly.” He instructed, watching the man carefully as he lifted his hands above his head, “Don’t move.”

Wufei frowned as he reached back, pulled hand cuffs from nowhere and pulled the man’s wrists down to him. He clicked the metal cuffs around his small wrists and made sure to adjust them accordingly. Heero appeared beside him, gun pressed to the man’s head.

“What were you shooting at?” Heero asked his tone low and deadly.

“Che… I missed.” The man muttered, as if angry at himself.

“I didn’t ask if you got it, I asked what you were shooting at.” Heero growled, clicking the piston back on the weapon.

“Yuy.” Wufei hissed.

Heero ignored him as the man seemed to be weighing his options before he shrugged a little bit. His shoulder rolled then he looked down at the bed, smiling a little as if that beat up old cot held some fond memories for him.

“He scampered under the bed… Pity.” The man said before Wufei pulled him from where he was standing, back a few steps.

Heero gave him a confused look before he knelt down before the bed, then slid onto his other knee and began to bend forward.

“Yuy!” Wufei hissed, making Heero jump and turn his head to him, “Don’t.”

Heero ignored his warning and continued his motion, glancing under the bed quickly. He didn’t see anything at all, really. He frowned before he moved his head back down and slowly looked under the bed. At first, he didn’t see anything, then his eyes got adjusted to the slight change and he saw something or someone huddled in the far corner against the wall, arms over their head, trembling as long strands of hair fell off their body onto the floor.

“There’s someone under here…” Heero muttered to Wufei.

“Great. Pull the bed up, arrest their ass and let’s get out of here. The smell is killing me. Come on.” Wufei growled as he pulled the man until he was facing the door and started to push.

Heero climbed back to his feet, taking the bed on the outside into his hands and pulled the bed out then lifted it, taking it away from the wall and tossing it aside. Heero didn’t miss the whimpering and sobbing noise coming from the huddled form.

“Damn.” Heero hissed, recoiling a bit as the small Wufei was complaining about got stronger.

“Yuy.” Wufei hissed as he re-entered the room and recoiled, “Oh, Kami save us all.” He groaned before Heero could hear him retching against the wall outside.

“Okay, buddy. Get out of there.” Heero called the best he could, when the form didn’t move, Heero knelt down and grabbed a hold of the mass’s shoulders.

Heero blinked as the person let out the most tortured scream he’d ever heard in his life and began to scramble to get away, trying desperately to wrench itself away, but Heero’s lax grip was somehow able to keep a hold of it.

Heero winced at the sickening sound of bone’s breaking from the cartilage and another scream came from the thing. Wufei bolted into the room, the horrible smell forgotten and took up next to his Japanese partner. Together, they took a hold of the form and sat it against the wall.

Heero recoiled slightly at the look of what they’d just ‘captured’. Wufei, groaned softly, thanking Kami that he’d already thrown up. Its hair was matted, laying mid back length in a tangled heap. Burn scars littered the sides of its face, one eye, the right one, was swollen shut and was a horrible shade of dark purple. Its eyes were closed tightly, as if that would block out everything that was going to happen to it. Bruises littered down the sides of its face, blood matted against dirty skin, covered in Heero could only guess what.

It was horribly thin, its one good, not swollen, but still closed eye laid at least a good three inches in its skull, and he could actually see the thin wisps of mussels moving the actual jawbones under the skin as it started to mutter to it. Heero gasped slightly as he could count every single bone in the vertebral column of the back if the poor thing’s neck. Its shirt was torn to shreds, not covering anything very well, its rib cage, sternum, every shoulder bone and arm bone visible. He could even see the outline of the bones against the skin. He counted seven broken ribs that pressed against the skin; one broken rib even looked like it was severely close to poking out of its fleshy confines. What skin it had was blotched in a pale and sickly yellow color.

He wasn’t wearing pants, either they were torn a long time ago, or his captor’s never bothered to put them on him, it was hard to tell, but Heero could see the dip where its stomach had once been, it was now pressed to its ribcage and smashing in his intestines, he could count the lower vertebrae through his back. His body was more like an hourglass now. The chest kept it big; the dipped in the sides then out again at his pelvis. His pelvis stretched its hips; the legs were no better than the arms, the limp, shriveled and bruised remains of the thing’s penis were the only indication that it was male.

“My god… How long has he been down here?” Wufei asked, his voice trembling with unsown emotion.

Heero could only shrug; the sight was just so horrible to him. If he couldn’t see the ribs contracting and retracting, he wouldn’t even think that this skeleton was a real person, but one that had been dead and perfectly preserved. His hands trembled as he felt it start to lift its head; Heero could see what it was mumbling now.

“Just for today… Just for today…” over and over again.

“What should we do?” Wufei asked.

“I don’t know…” Heero muttered softly as the thing shifted again.

“They’re talking about you, kiddo… I don’t want them here. Make them go away… They’re different from the last ones… They all are…” it mumbled to itself.

Heero idly wondered how far gone his brain was before he released his hold on the horrible feeling of bones under his skin and touched the communicator.

“Winner…” he called.

“Winner here.” Quatra responded.

“Call a bus… We have a prisoner of theirs… He’s… terrible…” Heero muttered softly.

“Will do.” Quatra said.

“Tell them we’re going to need IV fluids, and some sedatives. He’s a little on the… mushy side.” Heero said.

“All right. Winner out.”

Heero sighed softly before he rubbed at his face. The prisoner’s voice was becoming a bit louder now, as if to fill the void of the silence.

“You can open your eyes; they aren’t going to do anything. They would’ve done it by now… It’s a trick… No, it’s not… I know it’s a trick, they can’t fool me. Not anymore... Just a peek wouldn’t hurt kiddo.” Silence.

Heero lifted his gaze from the floor to the man again. He saw the signs of the eye opening, but they were cast down, not looking at them, he couldn’t make out what he was mumbling to himself now before it seemed like his whole world came crashing down around him, the only thing he heard that told him that he was still alive was the horrified gasp from Wufei.

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He only had his one eye left. He’d forgotten about it in the darkness. He was more than happy to go back to the darkness, but these men that were holding him refused to let him be. They were probably here to torture him, too. They all were.

'You can open your eyes. They aren’t going to do anything. They would’ve done it by now.'

“It’s a trick…” he mumbled softly in reply.

'No, it’s not.” Solo tried to argue for him'

“I know it’s a trick, they can’t fool me… Not anymore…” Duo mumbled softly.

'Just a peak wouldn’t hurt kiddo.'

Should he risk to look? His head told him not to, but his body didn’t seem to like listening to his head right now. All he wanted was to have some of his bread, maybe even see if they left water for him and enjoy what little time, pain free that they would allow him. He idly wondered what would happen if he looked and started weighing his options.

/What if they’re just seeing if I’ll do what they say? They’ll just start beating me once they know I think they won’t do anything to me… but what if they aren’t? What if they’re actually here to rescue me, finally? Maybe the guys finally decided to come and get me. No… I’m too annoying for them to waste their time on. No one would be interested; maybe they would even celebrate me being like this. That’s so sad, though/ Duo thought to himself before he seemed to sigh and opened his eyes.

He stared at the floor for what felt like an hour before he started to lift his gaze. He looked at the man in front of him and wanted to smile so badly, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He looked exactly like Heero. Chocolate hair that fell into his face, dark, beautiful Persian blue eyes, tanned complexion.

“Oh, no… I’m hallucinating again…” Duo muttered to himself, watching the face of the Heero-look-alike turn into complete shock and horror, the man beside him gasping loudly.

Duo turned his head to the other one and actually did break a small grin, “Oh and Wufei’s here, too... I wonder if the others will show up in this one. We can have a reunion.” He muttered to himself once more.

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Heero didn’t catch what Duo was mumbling to himself; instead he got down more onto his knees, reaching out and gently touching that horribly thin face. It felt so brittle in his hand, his eye looked so dead, gone. His mind was gone, broken.

“Duo?” he choked, unable to bring himself to say anymore.

“This one talks…” Duo muttered, as if in a daze, his eye going even more glassy than it had been a few seconds ago, as if he was dipping into the realm he’d made for himself once more.

“No…” Heero choked as Duo began to mumble incoherently to himself, gazing off into the distance through Heero, as if he couldn’t see him at all.

“Maxwell? Oh, God… Has he been here... this whole time? Like this?” Wufei sputtered, tears streaming down the sides of his face as he watched Heero check the withered and gone form of the once vibrant, healthy American.

“Duo… Duo?” Heero repeated softly, trying to coax Duo out of his stupor, but he wasn’t coming out of it, instead, it seemed more like he was regressing into it even more.

Heero found himself staring at what remained of the boy he loved, the one he never got to tell of his feelings, now it would seem like he was never going to get that chance he’d always longed for. He pulled back from Duo, letting his hand fall into his own lap, his head lowering to the ground. He could hear the sounds of people coming down the stairs above their heads from the second floor, he faintly heard the blip of an ambulance siren, and then his ears picked up the sound of someone shuffling in the room.

He felt as if something clicked in his head. His gaze lifted from the floor, his eyes glazed with anger and set determination. He could feel his legs taking him somewhere, but where never registered with him until he suddenly found himself pointing his glock into the face of the man they’d arrested from the room. Brown eyes looked up at him emotionlessly, calculating his every move, sentence and breath from this point on.

“You… You did this to him…” Heero heard himself said in that old dead pan voice that he suddenly recognized to belong to his other part, the Perfect Soldier part of him that he’s fought for so long to keep under control was no broken loose.

They all had their opposites. Sally called them Split Personalities due to the Zero System, the other pilots called them their other them. Quatra’s was a little scary; his was an egocentric one that liked nothing more than to hurt other people. He liked to watch the pain on the face of other people, watch what happened to them after the pain was given, and see what they would do after a while of the pain. He was a torturer. Pain of others gave him pleasure, but after a while, Quatra learned how to utilize that anger that came from his Zero form to his advantage, and liked to set it on people that he didn’t particularly like, which wasn’t very many people.

Wufei’s was one that divulged and worked itself to death for the right of justice, and he could often be found going on rants about Justice and the weakness of other people. Trowa’s was a silent one, even more than Trowa was normally, he would be one that would be found testing weapons, building things, and doing everything that he could to keep busy while keeping completely to himself, refusing to speak no matter what.

Heero scared himself with his Zero form. The Perfect Soldier was just as he used to be. Very focused only on the mission, would do anything for it, even if it meant his own death. If the mission didn’t go as planned, he would try to correct it then self-terminate. He was dangerous in the sense that he didn’t care at all who he had to kill in order to get his mission done correctly the first time. That went for anyone and everyone, men, women and children.

The man at the end of the Perfect Soldier just stared at him before he sighed suffering at him, shifting his shoulders uncomfortably.

“I tried to give him an out. He just had to do what the Lord wanted and he would’ve been released back into the world, left alone. He wasn’t going to do it…” the man explained softly, leaning back against the wall where Wufei had propped him.

“Why him? Why did you do this to him?” Heero growled softly, eyes narrowing at the man, as if daring him to answer the wrong way.

The man looked at him again, straight in the eye, “It was an order.”

Heero growled before he pressed himself in the man’s face, kneeling in between his legs, barrel of his glock pressed into the man’s jaw pointing up, “Tell me who this ‘Lord’ is, and you tell me right now.” He snarled.

“I don’t think so.” The man said softly.

Heero narrowed his eyes at him before he took the barrel from his jaw and pressed it to his thigh, “Tell me.” He growled, clicking the safety off.

The man just stared back at him, defiantly staring him down. Heero growled and pulled the trigger home. A deafening bang reverberated off the walls; a scream of pain came from the man’s throat as he arched his back and started to struggle. Steel like grip darted out of nowhere and snagged the man by the throat, bringing them back to being nose to nose.

“WHO DID THIS?!” he roared, clicking the piston back to fire at the other thigh.

The man seemed to be making choking sounds as he grit his teeth against the pain. Heero was about to pull the trigger again when he felt hands roughly grab him by the shoulders and pull him away from the man. Heero felt his gun be wrestled out of his hand and let out a noise of frustration.

“Tell me! Who did this?!” Heero roared as he felt the weapon be taken from him by Trowa, who was looking at him in stunned confusion.

The man shivered, Quatra checking to be sure that he was going to live, before he started to chuckle darkly, wincing in pain as the chuckled jarred his leg.

“You’ll never find him… The Lord is everywhere. He’ll get what he wants eventually.” The man said softly.

“You bastard!” Heero roared, his voice cracking from the amount of screaming he was doing. He hardly felt Trowa’s arms slide around his shoulders, keeping him back as he tried to lunge at the man, “Let me go! I’m going to kill him!”

“That’s why I’m not going to let you go.” Trowa said shortly as he pulled Heero away and onto his feet before he placed himself between Heero’s line of sight and the man, “01, stand down!”

Heero felt himself visibly relaxing at the order, the snarl still set on his face as he glared at Trowa. His body thrummed with the need to punch someone, to kill something, to hurt someone as bad as he was hurting right now, as bad as Duo has been hurting these past five years.

“All this time…” Heero whispered softly, surprising himself at how gentle his voice had become with just three simple words from Trowa.

“All this time, what?” Trowa prompted, looking confused.

“He’s been here… all this time… alone… hurting… we never bothered to look for him… All this time…” Heero mumbled before he lowered his head, letting his bangs obscure his vision.

Trowa tilted his head in confusion as Heero began to chuckle to himself. He went to let him go and noticed that Heero wasn’t chuckling at all. He was sobbing where he stood; biting down on his lip, probably to keep from crying out or lashing out, whichever came first. Now intrigued, Trowa moved from where he was standing to the door that was cut into the concrete and looked inside. His one visible eye widened in surprise at what he saw.

Unconscious on the floor, thinner than anything Trowa had ever seen in his life, dirty and severely beaten was the one they’d been missing all these years. He was only able to recognize him due to Heero’s reaction. There would’ve been no one else Heero would cry for if something like this happened. Next to the form was Wufei, staring in shock, his face was tear streaked, body shaking with the suppressed urge to openly sob. Trowa entered the room, and checked on the unconscious form, making sure that he was still alive. He was awarded with a faint thumping of the other’s heart against his middle and index finger.

“Trowa, what’s-“

“No!” Trowa shouted, turning to the entrance, wanting desperately to spare the blond from the sight as long as he could, but he was too late.

Quatra stood in the entrance of the room, his body tense enough to almost snap itself in half, his eyes wide and shocked, quickly filling with tears before he sank to his knees, his hands going over his heart, staring at the unconscious form of Duo. Trowa scrambled to his feet, kneeling before the blond, blocking his view but it didn’t stop the onslaught of pain and anger that clouded the blonds’ vision and face before he started to sob.

“No… Nononono! Is it him?” he sobbed.

“Quatra…” Trowa mumbled softly, hoping to calm him down.

“IS IT HIM?!” he screamed, his shoulders slouching forward, his fists pressing harder to his chest, as if afraid something would happen to his heart if he removed them.

“Yes…”

Quatra felt the world slide out from under him and let out an anguished cry. He’d been blocking Duo’s emotions from his Space Heart all these years; he hadn’t wanted to feel the happiness Duo was experiencing without them. He wanted to give the other his privacy, let him live as he wanted, and his decision… If he’d just left his connection alone like he was supposed to, he would’ve felt Duo’s pain all these years and would’ve been able to help him, send help, anything. He openly sobbed, letting the tears free fall from his face as Trowa attempted to calm him down, and comfort him.

The four mourned their found friend where they stood or knelt. None of them seeming to notice as the Paramedics came down stairs with the rest of the extraction team. All of them confused as to the sight of a sobbing Heero, wounded bad guy and open concrete door where they could visibly see Trowa holding a sobbing Quatra to his chest. The few that entered the room to see what was going on would recoil, some would empty their stomachs at the sight, and others would bravely mussel past the stench and go to help. Wufei watched as the stretcher was brought in, the frail body of his friend be lifted onto it, and gently strapped down.

He shook as he climbed to his feet, wanting to follow, make sure that they took good care of Duo, but his body refused to listen to his commands to walk. It just stood there, watching helplessly as Duo was carted out of the room. He couldn’t see it, but he heard the sound of the gurney being taken up the stairs and then carted towards the bus. The first to recover after that was Trowa, he pulled away from Quatra as someone started talking to them, trying to get their attentions but none of them were listening to him.

“Little one…” Trowa muttered softly, brushing his fingers over the other’s face, almost cringing when hardened, pissed off dark blue eyes replaced the normally kind aqua blue ones.

“I’m going to kill him.” He snarled softly.

“Not until we get the name of the man who was behind this… I promise, we’ll all get our chances at him, little one, but for now, we have to worry about Duo.”

The eyes didn’t change, but a soft nod of his head told Trowa that he wasn’t going to be killing anyone right this minute. He moved his long legs to pushing himself up and brought the blond up with him, setting him on his feet before he turned to Wufei, but found that his body was finally working with him and he was moving out of the horrible smelling room. Heero was now just staring at the floor, too dazed and upset to even move. Trowa gathered all three of them and steered them outside. He pushed them all into the black Jaguar the man had drove here and climbed into the driver’s side. He quickly hotwired it and threw the car into drive, tearing up the street after the ambulance, catching up quickly and keeping close to it on the way to the hospital, his own plans for revenge leaping around in his head.

He wanted nothing more than to rip someone’s head off and force it up their own ass but he needed to be the calm one right now. Heero had retreated for now, Wufei was wiped out from the slight emotional breakdown he’d had at the sight of Duo, he was bound to have at least one more before all of this was over, and Quatra was not Quatra anymore. The Zero had taken over and wasn’t letting go of its control until he’d done what he wanted, which could be a long time from now. Trowa reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Dialing the number he knew by heart, he pressed it to his ear.

“Sally.”

“We found Duo…” he said softly, keeping his voice low for the others, but also afraid that if he said anything, he would be effected like the others.

“Oh?” Sally asked, sounding like she was getting happy and interested.

“In a dark, damp room cut out of a concrete wall… Sally… he probably weighs Seventy pounds soaking wet…” Trowa said, swallowing hard as a lump started to form in his throat but refused to let himself break down yet.

He didn’t have to see Sally to see her pale, “Oh, my god… Where’s he being taken?”

“St. Helen’s on Malabar… I know it’s asking a lot but will you-“

“Of course I will! Don’t even finish that sentence. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” She said before hanging up.

Trowa nodded as he set the phone aside and pulled into the hospital. He sat back, gripping his hand with his other hand, keeping it from shaking violently. He took a minute to compose himself before he climbed out of the car and helped the others out of it and ushered them into the waiting room. After everyone was seated, he moved to the desk, and flashed his badge.

“There’s a young man going to be coming in here. Severely emaciated. His name is Duo Maxwell, AB+ blood type, no known records six years ago for medical, no known Social Security number, and no proper means of identification.”

The woman behind the desk was about to say something when the doors burst open and the gurney holding Duo was rushed past them, Trowa didn’t have time to try and steal a glance before he was gone. The nurse that moved out of the way paled as she caught sight of what laid on that mobile bed. The smell lingered after for only seconds before it was gone.

The woman assured him that she would have the doctor’s talk to him once they were done with him while logging in the information that he’d just given her. Trowa nodded and went to sit down beside Quatra, who was glaring a hole into the chair across from him. Trowa leaned his head back and closed his eyes, hoping to catch a little rest before anything was told to him. His body felt like it weighed a ton, like he was going through the G-force of leaving the atmosphere. His head was screaming at him, pounding against his skull and making his eyes water, the chair pressed to the back of his neck but he ignored it, allowing it where it was since he hadn’t the energy or the will to move.

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