It was some hours later when two of the burly guards (whom Duo had immediately dubbed Une's Goons) dumped him roughly back into the cell. The lights inside dimmed as the door closed, signaling the beginning of the ship's night cycle, but Duo barely noticed. A part of him registered that he was in shock, recognized what the breathing hitch and uncontrollable shaking were symptoms of, and was calmly assured that it would eventually pass off. It was a tiny part, though, and all Duo was conscious of was the horrible pain reporting in from all over his body... especially his arm. His left arm clutched his right wrist close to his chest, and he couldn't make himself look at the unnatural angle.
Slowly, his heart slowed its racing pace, and some semblance of rational thought returned. That's bad, he thought, blinking at his broken wrist. Really bad. I'll have to pull it into place if I plan to get any use out of it at all.
His body shuddered even at the thought of the pain that would entail. Both of the bones in his lower arm were out of place, and resetting the arm would hurt even more than when the thugs broke it the first time. For a moment, Duo contemplated leaving it wrong. There was a very distinct possibility that if he fixed it, the interrogators would just break it again; it sure as hell wasn't like the arm would have a chance to heal right no matter what.
A memory sprang to his mind, of when he had met Heero for the first time. Well, nearly the first time, anyway. The time that Duo had broken into the military hospital to free Heero, and the other boy had jumped forty stories and walked away -- well, with a little assistance from Duo he had walked away, although Duo was fairly confident Heero would have hobbled along even on his broken leg if he had to.
He remembered the feeling of sick admiration that he had felt as he watched Heero pull his broken leg into place, then stand and walk on it without assistance. Duo grimaced just thinking about it; Heero Yuy didn't even think twice about setting his own broken bones. Heero Yuy knew that a soldier could not afford to function at less than maximum capacity, no matter what pain it took to get him there. If he could see Duo now, he'd probably ream him out for showing weakness, for wavering over something as simple as a fractured wrist.
He picked up his braid with his good hand and stuffed the end in his mouth, then took hold of his shattered wrist and pulled. He was right; it hurt like hell, and even as he bit down hard on the braid he couldn't stop a slight whimper of pain from leaking out between his teeth. Sweat was dripping off his face and he had started shaking again by the time he was finished, but he noted with satisfaction that he could once again move the fingers on his right hand.
Drained by his painful ordeal after what had already been a very long, very tiring day, Duo settled himself down on the stiff cot and resolved to get some rest. ::After all,:: he thought, ::I've probably gotta go a few rounds again tomorrow.:: He couldn't suppress a shudder at the thought, but steadied himself with the thought of Heero.
Re: Break
Date: 2006-02-21 10:18 am (UTC)It was some hours later when two of the burly guards (whom Duo had immediately dubbed Une's Goons) dumped him roughly back into the cell. The lights inside dimmed as the door closed, signaling the beginning of the ship's night cycle, but Duo barely noticed. A part of him registered that he was in shock, recognized what the breathing hitch and uncontrollable shaking were symptoms of, and was calmly assured that it would eventually pass off. It was a tiny part, though, and all Duo was conscious of was the horrible pain reporting in from all over his body... especially his arm. His left arm clutched his right wrist close to his chest, and he couldn't make himself look at the unnatural angle.
Slowly, his heart slowed its racing pace, and some semblance of rational thought returned. That's bad, he thought, blinking at his broken wrist. Really bad. I'll have to pull it into place if I plan to get any use out of it at all.
His body shuddered even at the thought of the pain that would entail. Both of the bones in his lower arm were out of place, and resetting the arm would hurt even more than when the thugs broke it the first time. For a moment, Duo contemplated leaving it wrong. There was a very distinct possibility that if he fixed it, the interrogators would just break it again; it sure as hell wasn't like the arm would have a chance to heal right no matter what.
A memory sprang to his mind, of when he had met Heero for the first time. Well, nearly the first time, anyway. The time that Duo had broken into the military hospital to free Heero, and the other boy had jumped forty stories and walked away -- well, with a little assistance from Duo he had walked away, although Duo was fairly confident Heero would have hobbled along even on his broken leg if he had to.
He remembered the feeling of sick admiration that he had felt as he watched Heero pull his broken leg into place, then stand and walk on it without assistance. Duo grimaced just thinking about it; Heero Yuy didn't even think twice about setting his own broken bones. Heero Yuy knew that a soldier could not afford to function at less than maximum capacity, no matter what pain it took to get him there. If he could see Duo now, he'd probably ream him out for showing weakness, for wavering over something as simple as a fractured wrist.
He picked up his braid with his good hand and stuffed the end in his mouth, then took hold of his shattered wrist and pulled. He was right; it hurt like hell, and even as he bit down hard on the braid he couldn't stop a slight whimper of pain from leaking out between his teeth. Sweat was dripping off his face and he had started shaking again by the time he was finished, but he noted with satisfaction that he could once again move the fingers on his right hand.
Drained by his painful ordeal after what had already been a very long, very tiring day, Duo settled himself down on the stiff cot and resolved to get some rest. ::After all,:: he thought, ::I've probably gotta go a few rounds again tomorrow.:: He couldn't suppress a shudder at the thought, but steadied himself with the thought of Heero.