Lost

A week later they finally allowed him to be clearheaded again. A week of pitying glances and forced contact. A week of being to sedated to fight them off. At least Trowa and Heero weren’t too bad. They just seemed to accept that it was their turn for babysitting duty. They usually just sat there. Heero with his laptop, quietly working. Only pausing from his work to enquire if he needed anything. Trowa with that quiet way of his.

At least they didn’t give him the continues puppy dog stares that Winner and Maxwell seemed to favour the moment they were in one room with him. He could only thank the havens that he was too dazed to be awake too long while they were here. Plus he wouldn’t have to put up with them trying to get him to talk about his problems. Gods he hated those talks. Like if he could share his demons he would suddenly be his happy go luck self. Not that he had ever been happy or even very lucky.

He sighed. Trowa should be here in a few moments. It would be his turn next. At least he had gotten a few minutes reprieve since Maxwell was called away for a moment. Praise the ancestors for small mercies. He far preferred Trowa, at least he was honourable enough not to mention his break down again. The door swung open and the green eyed youth stalked into his chambers. His feet quiet on the carpet. “How long are they going to keep me here.”

Trowa sat down on the chair next to his bed. “Maxwell refused to answer.” He looked grumpily at the other pilot. Not noticing the slight twitch at one corner of the other’s mouth. “The doctor stated that you would be allowed to leave in a day or two, on the condition that you take your medication and stay with someone who can keep an eye on you.” He growled silently. Sneering at the mention of the medication that they were forcing down his throat. “Quatre and Duo both volunteered to take you in.” His eyes narrowed. “I don’t need a baby sitter. Besides I’d rather stay in here then deal with either of them.” This time he did notice the twitch of Trowa’s lips. An amused glimmer making it’s way into the usually blank eyes. “That’s what I said. So I told them that you would be staying with me instead.”

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he appraised the other pilot. He hated the medication and he hated being here. And hopefully Winner and Maxwell wouldn’t disturb him to much if he stayed with the other pilot. Besides he hadn’t been to bad so far. It was the better option. “Fine.” He growled as he turned his gaze away. Staring at the opposite wall grumpily.

He slowly uncurled himself and relaxed against the headboard of the bed. Looking down at his wrists he noticed how thin they had become. “We’ll feed you up again.” He started in surprise at the voice next to him. He gave the other pilot a thoughtful glance. “Why haven’t you asked me to talk yet?” Trowa shrugged. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready. Pushing the issue will just make you more reluctant to talk and stress you more.” He curled up silently again. The question why are you bothering was hovering on his lip but he wasn’t sure he was up to dealing with the answer right now.

“We’ll go shopping when you get out. You need more clothes. Most of the ones you brought are either torn or bloody.” He nodded in reply. He opened his mouth to ask the question anyway but Trowa interrupted him. “We can deal with everything else tomorrow. You should rest. The doctor will be more inclined to let you go if you are well rested.” He nodded again and lay down, closing his eyes. He hoped he would get out of here tomorrow. He was tired of the medicinal smell and white walls. He had seen enough of those to last him a life time. Tomorrow he would get out of here. For now that was enough.