Descent of an Angel

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Blue eyes opened slowly, looking straight up. Pure white. White was good. White meant there was nothing to mar it, perfect. His vision focused and he frowned deeply, seeing that the white was speckled with black, paneled insulation. Silver lined in between every other panel with a florescent light hanging inside the silver holder. Paneled insulation, florescent lights, amazing, smell. Hospital. He felt that not much time had passed since he blacked out, maybe three, four hours. He shifted a little bit, feeling the odd crackling noise of the fake bed moving under him, shifting under his weight.

"Heero?"

Blue eyes squinted before he turned his head to where the noise had come from. Trowa. He would've guess it himself if he wasn't so... muddled right now. It seemed to him that boy, no man, was being everyone's rock now. He was the one keeping them together, taking up a roll that he hadn't had before, one that was very much likely not something that he was used to doing. Still, even with that burden, his eyes still looked cold and calculating. He idly wondered how anyone could stand to look at him, and briefly wondered if his eyes looked like that as well. Duo had once told him that his expressions scared the shit out of him because it looked like he didn't have any at all.

"Need a pill?"

Heero blinked at the sudden question, not expecting it before he frowned softly. Pills.

He turned his gaze around. He saw the counters, lined with jars full of different medical equipment. The walls were lined with anatomical posters, and pictures. Cabinets stood where they were fixed to the walls, showing very little if any of the white wall behind it.

"Heero."

"No. I don't need a pill yet." Heero muttered, sitting up onto his elbows and looking down at the pristine white of the bedding.

"Hn. How many Q-tips in the jar, Heero?"

"Five hundred and seventy-f... I don't need a damn pill, Trowa."

"You know that it would help you focus." the banged male murmured softly.

"And make me tired as hell. I lost control for a little while, but now I'm fine."

Trowa frowned at him, watching him before he leaned back against one of the cabinets, keeping a close watch on him. Heero looked at him as he swung his legs to the floor before he frowned, looking around then sighed softly. Calloused hands ran through his hair, scratching at the smaller hairs in the back before he lifted his head again.

"Half... I'll take the other half after I've visited Duo." Heero murmured softly.

Trowa nodded as he pulled a pill bottle from his back pocket, where Heero suspected it's been this whole time. All of them had spares of his pills, much to his own dismay. He slightly wondered why it took anyone this long to force a pill down him, but then again he hadn't been smashing things into the floor before. He watched as Trowa shook a large, white pill out of the bottle and set it on the counter, making Heero twitch a little.

The other placed the pill between his index and thumb for both hands before he broke the pill in half. Heero held out his hand and accepted the pill from the other as the other half was placed back into the bottle and recapped for later on. Heero looked at the pill and resisted the urge to tell the other than the pill was slightly bigger than half, there was ridges that jut out and made it longer but he resisted and just dry swallowed the pill before the urge over took him.

"Where are the others?" he asked, finishing his swallowing movements before settling back into the bed as Trowa began to rifle through the drawers and cabinets, looking for something.

"Quatra's gone to see Duo, what was said really shook him up. Wufei's writing a report of what happened and Zechs is taking the shit to the hospital to make sure that nothing happens to him before someone else can interrogate him further."

"Hn... What happened after I leaped over the table?"

"You remember what happened?"

"No, but my fist hurts and I remember what that prick said about Duo... Did you send someone back to that building?"

"Yes, and there was no camera, wires or anything to show signs that anyone in there was recording what happened to Duo, or if they'd ever had. I think it was only to try and get a rise out of you..."

"Well, it worked."

"... Heero, Wufei and I were talking, and we agree. Maybe this kind of thing, how long it's been, Duo should go and have professional help."

"You want to commit him?" Heero asked, frowning deeply at the other.

"You know that it's not all that bad."

"That might push him further back into himself. We don't know."

"Which is why he should be seeing a professional, Heero. You know that since we have no idea what we're doing, if we do even one thing wrong, he's lost to all of us forever."

"... He doesn't need to be alone. Being prod at. He had five years of that."

"You're back on your pills." Trowa muttered softly.

"... Go with him?"

"At least to let him know that he has someone he can trust completely on the inside. You're due for another psyche evaluation, anyways."

"Hn..." Heero grunted softly, frowning a bit before he sighed, rolling his shoulders, suppressing the urge to moan as his spine realigned in a few places, sent relief to parts of his back that he hadn't known were even tense to begin with.

"My pill has kicked in. You going to take me to the hospital or do I have to go by myself?"

Trowa chuckled before he motioned for the door.

Quatra paced quietly back and forth, as if attempting to wear a whole into the floor. He wanted answers, but there was no one around to give them to him. He didn't know what to do, who to go to or what to think. He could only wait until something else had happened.

He'd gone in to see Duo, hadn't made it even into the hallway to Duo's room when his space-heart was stabbed with a crippling, debilitating grip of fear. He didn't know what it was until he realized who it was coming from. He didn't even make it to Duo's room to see if he was all right, but he could hear the screaming coming from the small room before he was grabbed by security and shoved into the waiting room, not allowed near the hall.

When the fear finally subsided, there was nothing. It was like the feelings and the person feeling them had dropped off the face of the Earth. He didn't know what to do or what to think other than the worse. His calls weren't going through at Preventers. He couldn't get Trowa to pick up his cell phone, and he suspected it was because he was wrestling a pill down Heero's throat, maybe even trying to drown him in yet another shower.

Small hands ran through blond hair before he collapsed into a chair, shaking a little as he tried to reach out to Duo again. He was lost. He couldn't find his emotions, or his soul anywhere. He ran through all the possibilities he could think of and the only thing that seemed to be fitting were two reasons. One, Duo was dead, or two, he was knocked out completely and wasn't feeling any emotions. He doubter the former was right, since Sally hadn't come to tell him of anything and he really didn't think anything would've happened after Duo was put on the bi-pass machines.

Everything that was happening to all of them. His head leaned against the back of the chair, thinking over the past five years, going over how he could have missed so much pain from someone he considered to be his best friend. He remembered sometimes feeling sadness or hopelessness for no apparent reason, but he'd gone through a bout of depression after the war. They all had, some worse than others so he wasn't sure if those feelings were caused by the depression or by maybe Duo feeling particularly lonely or depressed by his surroundings. Quatra couldn't imagine being imprisoned in a small room for five years with torture being the only stimulus that the brain could go through on a day to day basis.

"Quatra?"

The blond heir jerked, looking up to see Trowa standing over him, a small frown on the other's face. Blue eyes blinked when he saw that Heero was standing slightly behind the taller man. Quatra felt his eye twitch as he knew that he'd fallen asleep in the chair, his neck was tense, stiff from sleeping with his neck back. He looked to the clock, frowning when he saw that two hours had passed without him noticing, or being awoken with any news.

"Is everything all right?"

"I don't know. I went to visit Duo, but I couldn't even get close to his room. Something was going on down the hall and they wouldn't let me in."

Trowa nodded, grabbing Heero by the collar and forcing him into a seat before the other could go down the hall and find out what was going on. He gave him a pointed look then moved to the reception desk.

"How are you holding up, Heero?"

"I'm not going to break. You all don't have to keep asking me if I'm going to live."

"That's not what we're asking, Heero. Did Trowa give you a pill?"

Heero twitched before he turned his deathglare onto the small blond, "Yes, he did. Now drop it."

The blond winnder nodded, knowing that Heero wouldn't lie about that, but also knowing that he might just need a little time and space. They settled into their chairs, starting to play the waiting game again.

"I'm done." Heero growled after a few minutes, getting up and moving to leave the waiting room when Trowa stopped him, a stern look on his face.

"Chair, Heero." he said, his voice sounding more like a master telling a dog a command.

Heero glared challengingly before he moved back and sank back into his chair, still glaring.

"We have a another problem."

"How the hell do you mistake the number 198 with 202?! There's four fucking numbers between them in the damn number chart and a whole fucking floor in this hospital!"

"He's in surgery right now. It seems that someone had their hand in the list and he was bumped." Trowa explained, looking out the window into the crowded streets.

Quatra blushed before he sat back, "All I said was I would be paying for all his medical bills..."

"It doesn't matter. he's getting the medical help that he needs. What does it matter how it was done?"

"After he's finished recovering, maybe we should have it done."

"Hn..." Heero grunted softly, running his fingers through his hair before he straightened up a little, "I'll go as well. Voluntarily, this time."

"Doesn't mean you'll be let out when you wish to be."

"Hn... I don't need to be let out until he's better. I'm not going to leave without him." Heero explained softly.

"How did he get into the room?"

"Preventer's guards took him to it... thinking it was his room. The sight of Smith set Duo off."

"I would freak out if my torturer appeared out of nowhere." Heero growled.

"He isn't you, Heero. Stop trying to explain everything away. help starts with us, and we can't start if we all keep denying that he's pretty much gone."

"I should go and get everything set up."

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A/n: So, I had to set everything up. It was really hard to explain what was going on without giving EVERYTHING away... It will be explained in the next chapter, but for now, that's it.