Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Family Ties ❯ Chapter 33 ( Chapter 33 )

 

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Chapter Thirty-Three

 

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“…'Ro… I don't feel very good…” Duo groaned, as he buried his sweaty face into his pillow.

 

“I know, Love. Sally's bringing some medicine.” Hiiro soothed as he comforted the feverish boy. “Just try and relax.” He sighed. He had been telling his lover the same thing for the past two days. Every medication that the doctor had brought hadn't even made a dent in the ex-pilot's fever, and it had steadily gotten worse.

 

“Where's Quat?” The braided boy asked for the twentieth time, “Is he okay?”

 

“He's resting, Duo.” Hiiro shook his head, “Like you should be doing.”

 

“I'm trying, Hiiro!” He complained, “But my body feels like it's on fire and I'm FREEZING!”

 

“It's no wonder with how high your temp is. This is a rare occasion I'm thankful you're a Gundam pilot. Any normal person would be in a coma with your fever.”

 

“Can't get warm… I'm so cold…”

 

“I'll get you another blanket.”

 

“NO!” The boy grabbed the other boy's wrist, “Don't leave me… Please!?”

 

Surprised by the vivid fear that reflected in those glazed over violet pools, Hiiro nodded as he sat on the edge of their bed, “I won't go anywhere.”

 

“I-I'm scared, H-Hiiro…”

 

“There's no reason to be afraid, Koi…” The Japanese boy consoled, before being interrupted boy a knock at their door. “Enter.”

 

“Yui? Sally's back.” Wu Fei announced as he opened the door to admit the trusted physician.

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Trowa sighed as he watched his lover sleep. The blonde looked like he hadn't the care in the world as he snuggled closer to the banged boy's prone body, content in his sleep. The headache that plagued the telepath, however, indicated a different state of mind for the other new-type.

 

The slumbering youth's mind was a whirlpool of random thoughts, emotions and images. Some seemed very subtle and while others quite vivid. Sometimes a sequence of thoughts would play out like a movie, and then Trowa would realize that Quatre was dreaming.

 

`Have I always listened to your thoughts, my little one?' the banged teenager asked himself, as he brushed back some of the Arabian's blonde locks.

 

A dark image flitted across the dreamscape, causing Quatre to moan in discomfort, his angelic face grimacing against the negative thought.

 

“Shh.” Trowa soothed, “I'm here.”

 

And the image disappeared, followed by something the telepath could only describe as cute and frighteningly fluffy.

 

A quiet chuckle escaped him as he watched over his love. “Oh the blackmail material…”

 

“Hmmm…” the figure next to the taller teen sighed, shifting still closer still as the images faded and thoughts ordered themselves. `What's the point of blackmailing me?' The amused notion purred. `Don't you think I get enough of that from my competitors?'

 

/“Quat?”/ Trowa propped himself on his elbow, looking down at the angelic face that had captured his heart long ago.

 

Quatre smirked, rubbing his face in his pillow before peeking out with apparent shyness, “You are such a sap, Trowa…” he teased. “So nostalgic.”

 

“I don't know what you're talking about.” The banged teen retorted with his own mischievous grin.

 

“Right…” the blonde sighed again, his eyes drifting closed once more.

 

“How do you feel?” Trowa asked, worry ebbing from him in a mass aura.

 

“I feel fine, Koi.” The smaller boy answered, rolling onto his back and looking directly at his lover, so that the other could see the truth in his eyes. “I'm still a little tired, and I will be for several more days, I think… But considering all that's happened; I feel strangely well.” He offered a small smile, “I'm sorry I worried you.”

 

“Hush.” Trowa shook his head, leaning down and gently kissing the other's velvety lips, /”It's my choice to worry about you.”/ Pulling back, he ran a finger along the blonde's jaw, “Sally is here. I'd like it if you allowed her to look over you.”

 

“I really don't think that's necessary.” The boy pouted slightly before smiling softly, as he pulled his lover for another kiss, “But she can if it'll make you feel better… for how long was I out anyway?” Quatre asked, as he got out of bed, despite Trowa's protests, and walked to the bathroom. His physical strength seemed to have returned, which made the banged boy feel more at ease.

 

“Couple of days.” Trowa murmured. “I… I was afraid you weren't… going to wake up… If it weren't for your dreams letting me know that you were still there… I don't know what I would have done…”

 

“Koi…” The blonde sighed as he leaned against the door with his toothbrush dangling from his mouth, before disappearing into the bathroom once more.

 

“I'll go get Sally… She wanted to know when you woke.” The banged teen explained standing from their bed as the empath emerged once more.

 

“Does she have to know right this moment?” Quatre asked, catching the other's wrist, preventing him from retreating further.

 

“What? Quatre… What are you up too?”

 

“I really prefer the private company I have right now… I'd hate for a physical exam by a doctor to ruin the atmosphere…” The blonde said softly as his thumb traced feathery circles along the taller boy's wrist.

 

“Quatre Raberba Winner…” Trowa chided with a shake of his head, “Are you trying to seduce me?”

 

Bright blue eyes blinked innocently up into emerald, as the smaller boy pulled his lover back to the bed. “What on earth makes you think that? I was just thinking that it's not going to cause any trouble if we have an hour or so to ourselves. It's been so long since we were together, and I've missed you.” He flashed a smile at his lover as he lay back suggestively and teased, “You really should get your mind out of the gutter, Trowa…”

 

“Out of the gutter, huh?” The lithe boy grinned as he climbed back onto the bed, his arms slipping around the small frame of his love, as he drew the blonde in for a deep and passionate kiss. /”God, I've missed you…Are you sure you're up for this?”/

 

A quiet moan answered as Trowa's skilled fingers skitted along the smaller boy's sensitive sides while he subjugated the pale neck to sweet torment, “T-Trowa…” The blonde gasped as he felt the fingers slide under his shirt, caressing the soft skin hidden away.

 

/”I have just one question, then…”/ The telepath smirked, as his tongue traced the alabaster delicacy before him, /”Do you think an hour is going to be enough time?”/

 

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“This should make him sleep until his fever is under control.” Sally stated, handing the medicine to Hiiro. “Give him two every eight hours. I honestly don't have any idea as to why he's burning up like he is… The only thing I can think of is really quite unrealistic.”

 

“What would that be?” The Japanese boy frowned. He did not enjoy being kept in the dark, especially where Duo's well being was concerned.

 

“I shouldn't say, until I'm sure. It's very unlikely in any case as to the fact that Duo hasn't been back to L2 since the end of the first war… I just wish I knew for certain…” the woman sighed in her musings. “I'll take a blood sample back with me, just as a precaution… It could be as simple as stress.”

 

“Stress doesn't give you a 104.6o temperature for two days, Sally.” Hiiro glared.

 

“I'll give you a call with what I find out.” The doctor evaded, as she turned to go. “I'll just go check on Quatre and let myself out.”

 

“I hope she remembers to knock…” A hoarse voice whispered from beneath the mountain of covers.

 

“Why?” Hiiro asked his lover.

 

Duo weakly smirked, “ If I wasn't sick, what would we be doing?”

 

The braided boy's grin widened as Hiiro's face grew crimson, “Oh.”

 

“…'Ro… will you stay with me?” the braided boy swallowed painfully as he tried to reach for his love.

 

“I wasn't going anywhere.” Hiiro soothed, reaching out and brushing back chestnut bangs, “You should rest.”

 

“I just… feel better when you… hold me…” the braided youth whispered, his eyes drifting shut. “Please?”

 

“Of course, my love…” The Japanese boy promised as he went to his own side of the bed and kicked off his shoes before climbing under the covers and pulling the ill teen into his arms, “Now sleep.”

 

“Love ya…Night… `Ro…”

 

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To be continued…