For some reason I had trouble being proud, of what I'd done... but the truth of his statement couldn't be denied. At the very least, I helped him save himself, from the ultimate self-destruction. And Duo was at peace now. I had to take comfort in that. Somehow, I mustered a smile for Heero; the sight of it seemed to relieve him more than the effort warranted. He gave a small sigh, and relaxed. His body was thin and pale surrounded by the stark white hospital sheets, and the ungainly machinery; far to small to support even one such warlike spirit, much less two. "I hurt," he admitted reluctantly, in the voice of a small child.
"I should think so, considering the condition your body is in," Wufei told him with some asperity. "I'd give you a list, but I don't have an hour to spare..."
"Just rest now," Trowa told him softly, glancing between Heero and me and Wufei. "We have time for you to heal."
"Heal?" Heero said bleakly. "I can't. I can't. Duo... he..." His hands spasmed, and clenched into fists around the bedsheet. His breathing quickened, and the heart monitor began to beep a plaintive alarm.
"Shh, Heero, it's all right," I hastened to soothe him, leaning over to brush away the last of the drying tears. "We have a war to fight soon, and you're going to hurt yourself if you don't let it go. Ease off a little, Heero, and sleep. We'll stay with you... I promise..."
An echo of a voice whispered behind my words, and died. Heero's eyes closed; he slept, or fell back into unconsciousness, it didn't really matter which. Without the need for speech, the three remaining pilots found seats against the wall of the hospital room, and settled in for a long wait. We couldn't heal the tear in Heero's soul; no living person could. But we would stay with him, be there for him, assure that he was never left alone.
Re: Torn 7
Date: 2006-02-21 11:35 am (UTC)For some reason I had trouble being proud, of what I'd done... but the truth of his statement couldn't be denied. At the very least, I helped him save himself, from the ultimate self-destruction. And Duo was at peace now. I had to take comfort in that. Somehow, I mustered a smile for Heero; the sight of it seemed to relieve him more than the effort warranted. He gave a small sigh, and relaxed. His body was thin and pale surrounded by the stark white hospital sheets, and the ungainly machinery; far to small to support even one such warlike spirit, much less two. "I hurt," he admitted reluctantly, in the voice of a small child.
"I should think so, considering the condition your body is in," Wufei told him with some asperity. "I'd give you a list, but I don't have an hour to spare..."
"Just rest now," Trowa told him softly, glancing between Heero and me and Wufei. "We have time for you to heal."
"Heal?" Heero said bleakly. "I can't. I can't. Duo... he..." His hands spasmed, and clenched into fists around the bedsheet. His breathing quickened, and the heart monitor began to beep a plaintive alarm.
"Shh, Heero, it's all right," I hastened to soothe him, leaning over to brush away the last of the drying tears. "We have a war to fight soon, and you're going to hurt yourself if you don't let it go. Ease off a little, Heero, and sleep. We'll stay with you... I promise..."
An echo of a voice whispered behind my words, and died. Heero's eyes closed; he slept, or fell back into unconsciousness, it didn't really matter which. Without the need for speech, the three remaining pilots found seats against the wall of the hospital room, and settled in for a long wait. We couldn't heal the tear in Heero's soul; no living person could. But we would stay with him, be there for him, assure that he was never left alone.
In time, maybe that would be enough.
~OWARI~