Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sticks and Stones ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

"Easy there son, don't sit up." Said the owner of the hand, a man with a calm, soothing voice. Heero didn't fall for it. He glared at the man through blood soaked bangs and managed to rasp out.

"Get your hand off me O'ji-san, and don't call me son."

The man removed his hand and looked down at Heero with calculating brown eyes. He lifted an eyebrow.

"Alright, I won't touch you, but you still can't sit up."

"Why not?? Where am I?" Heero demanded.

"You're in an ambulance headed to the hospital. Looks like someone beat you up really badly, want to tell me what happened??"

"It's none of your concern." Heero snapped, he kept glaring at the man, but he was scared. Heero had never liked doctors, especially male ones, and most especially male ones that were a lot bigger than him. He didn't want to go to the hospital. He was worried. He wondered who called the ambulance. J wouldn't have.

Maybe one of the neighbors. God he hurt though, and he was so tired. But he couldn't fall asleep. Not now, not yet. Not with the strange man leaning over him. Not when he wasn't safe. But his eyes started to close despite himself, and the man over him spoke again.

"Wake up kid, don't fall asleep. We think you have a concussion, so you can't sleep."

So that was why he was so tried, Heero mused. But he hurt so badly; he wanted to sleep, to go somewhere that he wouldn't feel the pain. His eyelids dropped again. Just then the ambulance went over a bump jarring his right side. Heero's eye flew open and he cried out in pain, he quickly muffled the sound, biting his lip to keep from shouting out again.

The man with the brown eyes looked down at him again with a sympathetic expression on his face.

"I'm really sorry kid." He said and moved to take something out of a box near him. Heero followed the movement with his eyes, still biting his lip. He saw what the man removed. It was a syringe.

"W-what are you d-doing?" Heero stammered, trying to cope with the pain in his right shoulder. Still watching as the man filled the syringe with something out of a small bottle.

"I'm gonna give you something for the pain."

"Iie, I-I don't want it." Heero bit out, glaring once again at the big man. He looked down at Heero, glanced at Heero's mouth, taking in how he bit his lower lip.

"It'll make it stop hurting so bad." The man said in that soothing tone of voice again.

"I don't WANT it!" Heero almost shouted. Feeling slightly panicky now. He knew that he wouldn't be able to stop the man if he pushed the issue.

"Listen kid I just want to make the pain go away. If you keep biting your lip like that all you're going to do is make another cut for the doctors to stitch up. I just want to help you."

"I don't want your help, or your drugs." Heero growled, trying to keep his breathing steady, even as he felt the stirrings of panic rise in his chest.

"Kid-" the man began again.

"NO!" Heero shouted, as he felt the ambulance come to a halt.

The man looked up. "We're here, now the doctors can deal with you." And he and another man began to bustle Heero out of the ambulance and into the hospital. Heero felt helpless and stupid as they wheeled the gurney down a long hallway, he shut his eyes and listened to the brown-eyed man speak with another person, a woman this time Heero was relieved to see.

"His pupils are dilated strangely, so we think he has a concussion, he's got cuts all over his body, many will have to be stitched, he's badly bruised, and I think that his right shoulder is dislocated, from the looks of it, it has been for a few hours so putting it back into place will be painful. He refused to take any pain killers on the ride over, became really petulant-"

At that Heero opened his eyes and glared at the man, who only looked down at him and smiled a little.

"-Yes petulant. I suggest you get him stitched up and send him in for an MRI to see how his head is." The came to a stop inside a barren room, with white walls.

"I'll see you around, son." He said cheekily, waving to Heero, and then he was gone, and Heero was left alone with the nurse.

"I'm going to need to ask you a few questions." She said as she helped Heero sit up.

"Hn." Heero said and bit back another groan. His abdomen was badly bruised and using the muscles was painful, but he knew answering the questions would be even worse, especially if they decided to arrest J again. Then he'd really be in for it. The woman looked at down at him, she seemed to take in every aspect of the injuries he had sustained.

"But first things first, we're going to put your arm back into place, I'm going call Dr. Livingston and he'll put it back for you. It's going to hurt a great deal though, would you like something for the pain?"

Heero shook his head.

"Alright then, I'll be right back with the Doctor."

Heero watched her leave the room, her steps were sure and quick, as all doctors and nurses seemed to be. He felt so vulnerable lying there on the gurney with his stomach exposed. He never lay like this; he was always on his stomach or his side, some position that did not leave him so exposed. He wanted to cross his arms over his belly but he couldn't lift his right arm. He pulled the left one over his belly, his limp wrist making his hand drape to his side, his fingers just brushing his dislocated arm.

Just then he heard footsteps coming towards his room and the lady nurse and a lager man, presumably Dr. Livingston. He walked towards Heero and looked at his arm.

"Hello son, my name is Dr. Livingston, what's your name?" His voice was very nasal, like he had something up his nose.

"Heero." He rasped out wondering why on earth these people kept calling him son. He wasn't anyone's son let alone theirs.

"Well Heero," he pronounced it hero, "It seems like you got pretty hurt, huh guy? Well I'd like to put your shoulder back into place before the joint fills with fluid, but it's going to hurt very badly if you do it without something to dull it down a bit, now my nurse tells me you refused to take anything for the pain, is that true?"

"I don't want anything."

"It's going to hurt."

"I'm aware of that."

The doctor sighed, "Alright then, if you want some halfway though just yell." He smiled at his own joke and revealed a row of yellowed teeth. "We're going to do this then."

The doctor took off his coat and wrapped it around his waist with the sleeves forward. He tied the two sleeves to Heero's arm.

"OK hold him down."

Two strong looking nurses held Heero down and before he could wonder what in hell was going on, the doctor threw his weight back pulling on Heero's arm. Heero shouted in pain before he caught himself and then bit down on his lip. Everything was fuzzy in the intense pain that he felt but though it all he heard a voice.

"Doc he's biting though his lip again. It's bleeding look at it."

"Then give him something else to bite on."

Heero's jaws were pried apart and something firm but pliable was placed into his mouth and he bit down on it, trying to keep from yelling.

The doctor moved forward stopping the pull on Heero's aching arm.

"Are you ok?" The doctor asked with concern.

"H-hai." Heero replied with a quiver in his voice.

"Alright then here we go again."

The doctor repeated the painful process two more times until he was satisfied that the arm was really out of the socket.

"Ok kiddo the worst is over. Now I just need to put it back ok?"

Heero nodded, and felt his arm being moved.

"OK hold still now…"

Then Heero felt something hit his shoulder. It felt like a large dog was running into him at full speed. He cried out in pain again.

"Feel good yet kid?"

"Iie." Heero almost shouted. All he felt was pain. Intense pain. He couldn't imagine ever feeling good again.

The doctor repeated the action again and again. It took four more tries, and on the fifth Heero had this weightless feeling, all the pain went away and he just felt euphoric. Like nothing could hurt him again.

And then it was back. The pain ripping though his entire body. The pain he had forgotten when the sensation in his shoulder was so intense.

The next twenty minutes were a blur of pain for Heero. Heero was covered in sweat and his body ached from him tensing his muscles. He blacked out.

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Sticks and Stones