Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Push Me Away ❯ Work With Me or Without Me ( Chapter 3 )

Title: Don't Push Me Away

Genre: alcohol abuse, rehab, angst, mental stuff, sap, tear jerker (if I write this right)

Pairing: 3x4

Summary: After his father's death, Quatre begins to have a downward spiral in health both mentally and physically.

 

Bombayoni: O,O I don't whether to thank you or to smack your hands. I think I'll settle for thanking you for the review. I don't think I'm going to do anymore attempted suicide for a while. I don't really care too much for it. And you're right about the Heero thing. He would probably kill Quatre. Thanks for reviewing!!

 

Rose Fury: Calm down, chica. Everything will be just fine. *gives you Quatre shaped cookie* Be nice, no bashing…yet. Thank you for reviewing!

 

Melisande: Hey! Thank you for the 10-10 rating *hangs rating on refrigerator* and for the review!

 

 

Chapter 4:

 

Trowa sighed heavily as he sat himself in a chair next to Quatre's bed. He felt drained emotionally and physically from everything that happened. He stared down at the young blonde laying in bed sleeping peacefully through his aching eye. It would be black in the morning.

 

*flashback*

 

“Trowa, please don't do that.” Quatre said nervously. He followed the tall stoic teen through his large estate.

 

Trowa only grunted and gripped the box of bottles tighter. Some of the bottles were long since empty while others hadn't been opened. There was at least one hundred credits worth of alcohol left. “The first step in your recovery will be to simply get rid of this shit.” He said indifferently. He carried the box into one of the bathroom and began to divide the empty bottles from the bottles left untouched.

 

He opened the first one and began to pour it down the toilet.

 

“Trowa!” Quatre shouted and made a lunge for the bottle just as the last drop was wasted. Trowa caught him effortlessly holding him back. As an ex-gundam pilot, it shouldn't have been that easy to hold the youth at bay.

 

Trowa opened another bottle one handed and poured it down the toilet. He gritted his teeth as the young Arabian cursed and gripped with bruising force at his forearm. Still, he held him back. He took another bottle and opened it.

 

“I hate you, you stupid asshole!!” Quatre shouted. His angelic face was turned up in a sneer making him look maniacal, almost bestial. He gripped and pushed against he arm holding him back.

 

Trowa finished emptying the bottle despite the heated worlds being thrown his way. He reached for another just as Quatre's foot came up hitting him squarely in his right eye. He saw white for a second before pain settled in. He blinked it away to see that he had reflexively pinned the incoherent teen to the ground.

Quatre fought against Trowa's grip with all the strength he had left. He cursed and cried and said things that he knew he'd regret later. If Trowa stayed to help him after this, it would be a miracle. His body continued to fight despite that fact until the emerald eyed ex-pilot was reduced to giving him a nerve pinch.

Trowa watched the boy slump to the cold tile floor before releasing his hold. He lifted the petite frame up finding the blonde light and malnourished. There was a lot of work to be done if he was ever going to get his friend back. He placed the boy in bed and went back to finish pouring the rest of the alcohol down the toilet. He then took the empty bottles and threw them all away.

 

*end of flashback*

 

“I'm going to get you back to normal, Quatre.” Trowa said wistfully. His hand went unconsciously to the stray strands of blonde. Quatre looked so pale and miserable even in his sleep. It made his heart clenched to see him that way. His heart hurt even more when he found tears drying on the youth's cheeks. “I'll make it better. You deserve happiness. We all do.”

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Morning came in a burst of painfully bright sunlight. Quatre groaned and turned away from it. He felt vaguely nauseous and he could feel the beginnings of twitches behind his right eyes.

 

“Good morning.”

 

The blonde tensed at the voice. Peeking from his feathery sanctuary, he could see Trowa leaned back in one of the wooden chairs of his room. He winced when he saw the obvious shiner coloring the olive tan skin. He remembered vaguely that he was the cause of it.

 

“I'm sorry.” He blurted and sat up too quickly. The room swayed and he groaned miserably. Trowa was there instantly rubbing his back soothingly. “I'm so sorry, Trowa.” Quatre said again. He didn't look up to see whether Trowa forgave him or not. Instead he kept his face buried his face in his pillows.

 

Trowa didn't let him off that easily. “I'll forgive you when you get your life together. I don't know how you did it but you've developed an addiction to alcohol within the expanse of less than half a month. You will find a way to overcome it.”

 

“And if I can't?”

 

“I'll take you to rehab instead of treating you myself.”

Quatre looked up this time. He stared into the hardened eyes of his friend seeing the truth behind everything he'd been told. He swallowed twice before speaking. “Alright, I'll do what you want.” He said meekly. “It won't be easy. I will fight you tooth and nail.”

”You're a Gundam pilot. I wouldn't expect anything less. Do you think you can hold some food down?”

 

“I can try.”

 

 

 

 

TBC…….

 

A/N: Let the healing process begin!