Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ How To Save A Life ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Notes: Italics are song lyrics. This is not going to be a happy fic. Attempted suicide in this chapter.

Chapter Two
"He smiles politely back at you.
You stare politely right on through."

Later that day (Monday, late in the evening)
The apartment was quiet when Quatre got home. And it was just the same as when he left. His medical papers were still stacked on the kitchen counter. His cup of tea was resting by the sink, long ago forgotten that morning. And he could see into the living room, where his violin was still lovingly resting on it's stand, and a book was layed open on the coffe table. But the light down the hall was on.
"Heero?"
He called out to his roomate. Heero, his roomate for quite some time now, was often still at work when Quatre got home, but the doctor's visit had kept Quatre much longer than he'd expected. Heero should have made it home close to a hour ago. Quatre frowned. There was no answer.
"Heero?" He asked again, setting his keys down and walking down the hallway towards Heero's room.
The door was opened all the way, so Quatre did not hesitate to go in. The lights were off, and Heero was not in the room. A thin crack of light shone from the closed bathroom door. Quatre begin to get an ominous feeling, his breath coming shorter. Something wasn't right. In the distance, from another apartment, a radio blared way to loud with a song way too ominous. And, as if he was in some kind of suspense movie, Quatre could hear the music, the song, and the lyrics. And it didn't set lightly with him. He was in full blown 'worry' mode now.
The walls start breathing, my minds unweaving.
"Heero? I'm home," Quatre knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Quatre couldn't hear anything at all. No sound of water, no sound of the bathroom being occupied. Only that damned far away radio.
Maybe it's best if you leave me alone...
"Heero?" He twisted the knob, surprised to find it open. "Heero, I'm coming in."
A weight is lifted.
Quatre opened the door. And nearly screamed.
"Heero? Heero? What..." Quatre's breathing was comming in gasps. Heero lay on the square rug in front of the tub, his head resting against the wall. His dark brown hair was matted with persperation. Quatre dropped to his knees, ignoring the blood soaking the rug.
"Heero? What did you do?" Quatre asked softly, brushing hair away from Heero's face and looking from his paled face to his bleeding wrists.
On this evening, I give the final blow.
A single, prussian blue eye opened just a slit.
"Q...Qu...Quatre?"
"Heero? Why? Oh, God." Quatre leaned up, dug in his pockets for his phone. He dialed 911 on speaker, setting the phone down on the tub side as he grabbed towels to try to stem the now sluggish bleeding.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"I need paramedics to eleven twenty five Riverside. Apartment 408. Hurry, my roommate's cut his wrists."
"eleven twenty five Riverside, 408? Please stay on the line, an ambulance in on it's way now sir."
"Oh, Allah!" Quatre exclaimed, not even noticing the phone anymore. "Heero? Heero? Stay with me. Don't leave me! Heero? Damnit, Heero!"
When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight.

Quatre paced outside the ER. They wouldn't let him in to see Heero. He'd rode in the ambulance, watching as for once, IV's and needles and medical treatment were given to someone else instead of him. God, he was so scared. Heero was his only friend. Almost like a brother. Well, Quatre amended. Heero was like a brother. He was closer to Heero than he was to any of his numerous sisters. Except for maybe Iria. And Heero wasn't his only friend, or even really his best. Heero's half sister, Kaori... oh, God! Someone had to tell Kaori!
And it was all his fault! For not being home. He knew what Heero was capable of. He knew... and Kaori had trusted him. She'd trusted him to take care of her brother. She'd trusted him with her brother's life.
And he'd just failed her and Heero both.
Just a little insight won't make this right.
He jammed his hands into his pockets out of frustration and exhaustion. Something crunched in his left jean pocket. He pulled it out and looked at it in the bright florescint light.
It was the bussiness cards Dr. Barton had handed him. Quatre looked at the top one. Duo Maxwell.
Hmm. Maybe. Maybe Quatre didn't need a phyciatrist. But maybe Heero did. And maybe he could help Kaori, too.
It's too late to fight.
Quatre looked from the card back up, and he just happened to catch sight of his reflection in the long, wall lenght windows. His hair was messy... and there was blood all over him. Heero's blood. The blood of his best friend, covering his hands, his once pale yellow shirt, his jeans. It streaked his hair. Blood. Everywhere. Covering everything. His head started spinnin, his mind going blank. He didn't feel the cards slip from his hand as his vision blurred, and he felt tears falling down his face. And then he was falling.
It ends tonight.
"Quatre?" He didn't have time to wonder who at the hospital knew him, but that was all he could think of before warm arms wrapped around him, before his whole world sank into the blessed black nothingness of unconsiousness.
It ends tonight.

Trowa was getting off shift early, and he'd decided for some reason to take the long way out, down through the ER waiting room. At first, he'd thought he'd been seeing things. Surely, after three hours Quatre Winner wasn't still here. And then he'd seen the blood coating the frail young man. And then he's seen him start falling.
"Quatre?" He called, reaching him just in time to keep him from hitting the floor too hard. He laid him back on the floor, pulling out his pen light and looking at Quatre's eyes. He was just unconsious. Thank god it wasn't a seziure. It took Trowa only a moment to determine that the blood wasn't Quatre's. At least, he hoped it wasn't.
It's my fault when you're blind.
"Get me a gurney!" He ordered a nurse, rushing forward. "And someone get me ten cc's tetricyvectricin." (1)
"Tetricyvectricin?" Another nurse asked, clearly confused at why he would ask for such an uncommon, highly controlled medicine.
"This man has leukemia! He's my patient. Now someone get me the damn ten cc's. And where's my gurney? We need to get him to level five, ASAP!"
It's better than I see it through your eyes.
"Heero," Quatre murmered. "Have to... tell Kaori. Heero, no!"
Trowa tried to shush him, as he lifted him up onto the gurney. God, he was so light!
All these thoughts locked inside...
Trowa decided that as soon as Quatre was stable, he had to find out what the hell was going on. And find out who this Heero was... and what exactly needed to be told to this Kaori.
And now you're the first to know.

A falling star,
"Heero!" A young girl, probably no more than nineteen or twenty, dressed in the shorts and longsleeved halter top uniform of the local Hooter's rushed through the doors, her wild black pigtails, nearly knee lenght, flying behind her. She nearly ran into the nurses station, panting.
"A Dr..... Barton called. My brother Heero Yuy was admitted to the ER. And Quatre Winner. God, please. Tell me they're alright."
"Ma'am," the nurse said, "Please calm down. You're Mr. Yuy's sister? I'm going to need you to fill out some paperwork for me and I'm going to need..."
"Ms. Kinomoto?" Trowa appeared, a file in his hand. She turned to him, her eyes round and brimming. She grasped at his hand.
"Yes... please someone tell me what happened..."
"Ms. Kinomoto, I'm Dr. Trowa Barton. I'm Quatre's doctor- he's just fine. A little fainting spell. I also took over your brother's case. He's sleeping now, but if you'd like..." He'd found Heero in the ER, then looked up his next of kin- who happened to be a Kaori Kinomoto- the same person listed as Quatre's emergancy contact.
She looked so pale, so afraid. Her voice shook when she spoke.
"Can I see him?"
Least I fall alone,
Her big blue eyes pleaded with him.
"Yes... right this way."
He ushered her to Heero's room, warning her to be quiet and that the sight may not be pretty. She, now much calmer, stated that it wasn't something she'd never seen before. Her brother lay on the bed, an IV drip of blood leading into his left arm. The lights in the room were out, the only light the soft illumination streaming in through the door and inside window.
I can't explain what you can't explain.
Kaori gasped softly, falling into a leaning position beside the bed. Heero's wrists were taped with white gauze, and a small tube feed oxygen into his nostrils.
"God, Heero. Why'd you do it?" She asked quietly, forgetting Trowa standing behind her. She brushed hair away from Heero's forehead. "Why couldn't you just talk to me? Or Quatre? Or someone? God, Heero. Why? You promised you wouldn't do this again. Did the last time not teach you anything? You're so stupid. Why, Heero?" Tears fell freely down her face, dotting onto the white hospital blanket.
You're finding things that you didn't know.
"Kaori?" Heero's voice was deep and weak.
"Heero?"
"Kaori.. sorry."
"You're sorry?" His eye's blinked open to meet her matching ones. "Heero, you're not sorry. Why do you do it? Why? You're not sorry. If you were, you wouldn't do this to me. God, you're the only family I have left. You and Quat... you're the only people I have left in this world. Don't you see how much you're hurting me? Every time I have to leave work and rush to a hospital? God, one of these days I'm going to get here, and... and... and... it'll be a morgue instead of an ER!" She gasped out a sob, burrying her face against his side. He lifted a hand, pulling her head closer.
I look at you with such disdaine.
"Kaori, I'm so sorry," he muttered. "I don't deserve a sister like you."
She looked up just enough to meet his eyes again, prussian meeting prussian.
"Damn straight."

AN:
(1) Like I said... this is completely made up. If it sounds anything similar to a real drug... I apologize. This is set slightly in the future, a few years or so.... so lets just pretend that medical science had improved in leaps and bounds, kay?
Song for this chapter was It Ends Tonight. And yes, I made Heero's sister a Hooter's girl. It will be explained later.
And poor girl. Her brother has a suicide fetish, and her best friend is dying of leukemia. Rough.
PS: Don't own anything but Kaori. She's all mine! And if my japanese dictionary is right, Kaori means fragrance. Pretty name with a pretty meaning.