Quatre Winner\'s Diary

April: April\'s Fools

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Thursday, April 24th
7:10 pm

I just finished catching up on all the paperwork that was left over from Monday. It only took several long days and a few extra hours, but I\'m finally done, and that means I can get home and...no the phone\'s ringing. I\'m never going to get out of here.

7:15 pm

I don\'t know how he does it. Duo hasn\'t been home from work that long and he and Heero already had a fight. A really bad one at that. Duo left the apartment and headed of the the bar for a drink. It\'s probably not a good idea, but he did call and ask me to join him. He shouldn\'t be alone right now anyway.

At least Heero\'s over talking with Trowa. I don\'t think the drunken message got through. I\'m really afraid I\'ll have to beat up my boyfriend\'s best friend. I really don\'t want to, but if Heero\'s going to be an asshole...

Well, I\'d better get going. If I leave Duo at the bar alone for too long he\'ll drink himself into a stupor and have a hangover until Monday.

9:47 pm

Oh god oh god oh god...how can a day go from okay to the day from hell in a half an hour? It\'s just thirty minutes. Not all that long in the entire perspective of things, but long enough that I might just lose the closet thing to a brother I\'ve ever had.

I got to the bar and there were five of them. Five big men and Duo. It wasn\'t fair from the start. Three of them were holding him down, calling all sorts of ugly, derogatory things about hexuaexuality. Just the things they were saying were enough to make me sick, but was wasn\'t the worst of it.

The two largest members of the group were kicking him mercilessly. Over and over again asking him if he liked it and calling him things like \"fag\" and \"fruit.\" And he was just lying there, bloody and battered and not fighting back. It wasn\'t like Duo not to fight back, even if he was restrained he\'d be calling out things about their lack of creativity and how it reflected their obviously low I.Q.s. But he was being quiet, not even whimpering. It was disheartening. I actually thought that he might be dead for a fleeting moment; that was right before the anger took over.

I don\'t remember much about the next few minutes; all I know was that I was mad and I needed to keep them away from Duo. It wasn\'t until the police sirens filled the air that I got a hold of myself. I noticed that the five men that were assaulting my friend weren\'t around him anymore. I noticed that my forehead was stinging. And I noticed the blood. Oh Allah...there was so much blood. More than there should have been, and it was all Duo\'s.

Then I found myself kneeling by his side; my pants legs are still wet from all the blood. His eyes were open at least. That was a good sign, and he looked at me, which was even better. I think he muttered something that was along the lines of my name. It might have been my name, but the bottom half of his face didn\'t look right. It was slightly misshapen and purple. There was blood running down the right side of his face and his left eye was swollen shut. I think the only part of his face that wasn\'t bleeding, swollen, or bruised was his nose. I couldn\'t even try looking at the rest of his body.

He was just lying there, trying to smile, trying to talk, but he couldn\'t. His mouth wouldn\'t work. It made me want to kill somebody.

I couldn\'t tell you how long it was until the ambulance got there. My brain was repeating \"Oh my God\" over and over again. I know I was muttering nonsense to him from the moment I knelt beside him until he passed out on the ride to the hospital. Even then, my body just kept talking; I felt like...well, like Duo. Which just makes me feel even worse.

Then we got to the hospital and Duo was wheeled away upstairs somewhere. I heard something about an ultrasound while someone was ushering me to the triage nurse. It was that first moment, sitting in a cold plastic chair, alone in the middle of an ER waiting room, that eveing ing hit me fully and I knew that there were things I needed to be doing. It was something about the sticky sweet smell of medicine and band-aides that acted as smelling salts for my brain.

I could feel the blood running down the side of my face. Strangely enough, it tickled. The nurse checked me out, handed me a wet cloth to press to my forehead, and told me to wait until my name was called.

I wasn\'t five feet away from the triage station when I pulled my phone out and was dialing Trowa\'s number before I even tried sitting down. I didn\'t make any sense, especially since my head started swimming. I know I tried sitting down on the floor, just to stop the room from spinning, I think that bumped me up the list to get into the back. I might have a concussion. But I did get all the important messages relayed. I think they\'re on their way. I don\'t want to be between Heero and Duo when they do get here. It\'s going to be brutal.

Oh look the doctor\'s here to stitch my head closed. Yeah.

10:08 pm

Five stitches. It was only five stitches. Not that bad. And I\'ll have a scar on my face now. It\'ll look rakish. I\'ll look dangerous. People will take me seriously.

I heard the exact moment that Heero and Trowa got here. I think the whole ER did. I said before I didn\'t want to be between Heero and Duo when he got here, and I wasn\'t. In fact, I don\'t think I will be for a while. The doctor said something about a concussion and overnight observation. That means I get a bed. That would be nice because I\'m a little sleepy. But I can\'t go to bed yet. I have to stay awake and call people. I am not looking forward to that. But I should start. Soon. Maybe after the doctor gets back with more news about Duo. Yup. That\'d be good.

They gave me a pain killer and it\'s making me all wheee! Look, pretty colors. Oh you can\'t look, you\'re a book. That sucks. There\'s all these reds and green and yellows and purples...I like purple. And grapes. I like purple grapes. Oooo, my pen is blue. Blue! What does the color blue taste like? Bobo knows. Bobo swims with the dolphins.[1]

When the doctor gets back I need to tell him that Trowa and Heero need to come back here. Yup. I need to remember that. And I need to call people. Lena and Wufei need to come down here. I should call them now, but the phone\'s so far away. I wish I had the force so I could just call it over to me, like Yoda does.

Duo would laugh at me for that comment...I hope he\'s okay. I need him to be. I can\'t lose my brother like that. Not because of some assholes who thought it would be a good idea to beat him up. At least they won\'t be out to do that to someone else. Hurt someone else. Disrupt everyone\'s lives. This is going to suck when I come out of the drug-induced stupor. Maybe I\'ll just ask to be kept on these lovely pills until everything\'s over. That would be nice. Okay, maybe not. There\'s eight legged, neon green spiders on the ceiling.[2] I don\'t think I want any more. Even if I hurt.

Oh look, the doctor\'s here again. Hi doctor. Gotta remember to tell him about Trowa and Heero. And my phone. I need my phone.

10:12 pm

Yeah! I remembered, but he said I couldn\'t have my phone back. I should give it to Trowa. Trowa will know what to do. The green spiders are still on the ceiling. Maybe I should get someone to kill them. It\'s kind of unsanitary.

Oh God...Heero looks like shit. Really. His eyes are all puffy and bloodshot, kind of like he\'s been crying. I hope he hasn\'t been crying, that\'ll make Duo upset. Oh...Duo...and the blood...so much blood. It\'s every where. Dripping down the walls, over the spiders, pooling in the floor. Duo\'s blood...everywhere...Sch bch blood. So much...

Tbc...
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1. Hudson Hawk. \"Bunny! Ball ball!\" Yeah, he\'s a little drugged up. I\'m a little tired. It all works.

2. One of my roommates actually saw this when he was drugged up. He called me at work and told me about it.