Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Breaking Point ❯ Hush love ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2: hush love

Another sob rack Quatres small frame, he lend his head back and gasped.

"Quatre what's wrong ? " Trowa quickly asked again preparing to break out into tears, Quatre kept struggling.

"let me go you bastard! Let me die! " Trowa cradled his lover, gathering Quatre in his lap he gently picked him up. Carrying Quatre to the bedroom and placing his precious burden onto the bed. Slowly beginning to calm down Trowa set beside him.

"Don't love me, I deserve death! " Quatre sobbed before letting his tears flow free once more.

"I'll always love you " Trowa began cradling his small angel. Quatre began to shake once more, Trowa trying to gently erase his pain. Quatre gasped for air, but couldn't his face began to turn a thin shade of blue.

"QUATRE BREATH! " Trowa shouted, Quatre continued to hyperventilate. Two small hands grabbed fist full wades of Trowa's top, bearing his face into it Quatre let out an enraged scream. Trying to kick and break free.

"Quatre breath, just breath "

Quatre turned his head to the side and vomited off of the bed. He cried but couldn't stop his bodies actions. After there was no more dry heaves shook his body. Trowa held Quatre in strong powerful arms as Quatre emptied his system. Panic was still etched across his pale face but his energy zapped Quatre stopped fighting and rammed his head into Trowas chest.

" I … " Quatre whispered "I …"

"Shh angel, it's alright. You can tell me later, we need to clean you up right now." Quatre nodded and relaxed his grip. Trowa slowly got up went into the hallway. A servant spotted him and prepared to hurry by when Trowa mouthed the word *bandages* to her. Nodding she emerged sec's later with a first aid kit. Trowa took it and stepped back in side the ruined bedroom. Quatre laid curled in a ball on his side on the multi-colored comforter.

Sliding the first aid kit under his arm Trowa bent over his angel and picked him up carrying Quatre out of the room and to the spare guest bedroom across the hall. Setting him on the spare bed Quatre began to whimper.

"hush love, just let me clean you up" Trowa whispered while rubbing calming circles on Quatres back. Easing himself onto the bed Trowa set the first aid kit down and opened it. Cursing himself mentally he got up and headed back to the defiled bathroom. Upon re-entering the room he was carrying a small aluminum bowl and a wash cloth. Quatre laid a fetal position and shook violently. Trowa set the bowl on the nearby night stand, dipping the dry cloth into it he then proceeded to clean Quatres shacking form. Quatre hissed as the warm water burned his cuts, some deeper than others.

/ How could he have done this to himself. / Trowa thought as he continued to gently clean the drying blood that was smeared over his lovers small frame.

" I … deceive to die, I am worthless" Quatre sobbed " I hate myself ! "

"Quatre its ok, just relax" but the wounded angel began to cry once more. Trowa began to apply anti-septic to Quatres wounds and bandages. When he finished Trowa slide himself onto the bed next to Quatre and wrapped his long arms around Quatres pure body. Whispering comforting words and gently rubbing his back Quatre fell into a deep sleep.

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"No, No, stop, STOP!"

Trowas eyes fluttered open, sitting up quickly Trowa gaped at Quatres restless form on the bed.

"Shut up! Shut Up! SHUT UP! LEAVE ME ALONE! " Quatre screamed while trying to kick and punch his invisible oppressors.

/he's having a nightmare/

"Quatre" , Trowa whispered , " wake up" placing his hands on Quatres thin waist he pulled him into a siting position.

"What, what" Quatre began sputtering. He looked at Trowa with watery eyes, then bringing his arms into his line of vision he gasped at the bruises and bandages.

"What happened to me", Quatre stared straight into Trowa's forest green eyes.

" Quatre you did this to yourself" Quatre gasped and tried to run. Grabbing his body Trowa held tight.

" don't fight, it's going to be ok, calm down" Trowa whispered.

" what's going on! ` Quatre began to rock " Make them STTOOPP! " he screamed.