Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Easy Way Out, Hard Way In ❯ Get Out ( Chapter 2 )

Duo woke up, and wished that he hadn't. The bright light that hung over his head hurt.

"Gah! What wattage is that? 50 thousand?" He complained weakly.

"You're awake," Heero stated, walking into Duo's view point. "Good." He turned around walked away.

Duo heard a door open and close, and all was quiet. Well, not exactly quiet. Dimly, Duo noticed beeping noises. He propped himself up, and again, wished he hadn't. He looked down at his arms and noticed that both of them were bandaged tightly. Puzzled, he began to unwrap one of his bandages. He was surprised to see that his arm was slashed in many places, most of them being stitched up. He looked around and saw that he was in a hospital room.

"What in the world…?" Duo began, before memories of the night before came flooding back.

He wanted to belong in the group of guys he had considered family, and with their rejection, the pain became unbearable. He had gone to drink the pain away, and when he came back home, everyone had refused to talk to him. That had hurt even more, so he gave a silent farewell and locked himself in a bathroom.

He stood in the bathroom for at least 10 minutes, trying to figure out why he had locked himself in. It wasn't until he cut his finger on the razor someone left on the sink that he realized what he wanted to do. He left the bathroom and went into his room to grab his favorite knife and 3 more bottles of his favorite drink. Calmly he filled the bathtub with hot water, stepped into it, and slashed his wrists. For good measure, he made a few more slashes across his arms. He opened his first bottle of vodka and awaited death. Things became fuzzy after that.

"So why is it that I'm not dead yet?" Duo wondered aloud.

"So you really meant to die?" Wufei said from the doorway. Duo looked at Wufei and gaped.

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To say the least, Wufei was tired. Duo had been out for 3 days, and Wufei had been awake for most of the time. Every time he tried to go to sleep, his dreams were haunted with the scene he saw in the bathroom. Twice he woke up, almost screaming. He just couldn't understand why Duo would want to kill himself, so he thought that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't wanted to. He had come up with several explanations for that bloody scene, Only one really made sense, though: Maybe Duo had gotten so drunk that he didn't understand that knives were sharp…. Yeah, right.

He knew that he looked terrible when he walked into Duo's hospital room. He felt like it. He felt even worse when he heard Duo's weak mutter. So he really had meant to kill himself?

"So you really meant to die?" he said the moment he got over his shock.

He watched as Duo looked up sharply at him and gaped. Then, just as quickly Duo turned away from him, avoiding eye contact. With a big smile, Duo turned back to Wufei.

"Hey Wu-man, How's it going? Are the people here trying to make people blind with the high wattage bulbs? Man! You look like you tried to sleep in the garbage compactor. What's with Heero, dude? He just walked on out. Did you stick something up his butt besides your stick? How --"

Wufei cut him off. He knew that Duo was trying to postpone any serious talk, but Wufei needed some answers.

"Why?"

"Why what, Fei-Fei?" Duo asked with a big grin.

"You know what I'm asking. Do not try to fake ignorance. Why did you try to kill yourself, Duo?"

Almost immediately, the smile was wiped off of Duo's face. In place of a grin, there was an emotionless look. It unnerved Wufei.

"Duo? You've decided to call me Duo now? No Maxwell? No baka? Two years, Wufei, Two years and this is the first time that you've called me by my first name. As a matter of fact, I do believe this is the first time you've actually spoken to me like I'm a civilized human being. I guess that I just have to suffer a little bit of pain and shed a few drops of blood in order to make you treat me like I'm a worth while person."

Shocked, Wufei stared at the fuming person in front of him.

"So you only did this to get our attention, Maxwell?" Wufei asked.

A murderous glint appeared in Duo's eyes and a grim smile slid onto his face.

"Get out, Wufei. Just get out. It's obvious that you don't know me at all. Don't bother me anymore. Leave! Get out!" With each sentence, Duo's voice got louder and louder. Surprised, Wufei backed out of the room and closed the door once he passed the threshold.

Behind Wufei stood Trowa and Quatre. Trowa was practically holding up the blonde Arabian. The poor boy was gasping for breath and clutching at his chest. Eyes wide, he looked up at the Chinese boy.

"So much pain…. What did you say to him, Wufei? What happened in there?"

Wufei stared at Quatre, mouth opening and closing, like a fish out of water. For the first time in a long time, Wufei was at a lost for words. He had no idea what had happened, nor, for that matter, why it had happened. Whatever that was in the room, was completely out of his league.