“He’s still recovering from his injuries,” Trowa repeated. “Not for another week at the very least -- preferably two.”
“A week!” Wufei stared. “That long? We have injured of our own, who don’t --”
“Not. Like. This,” Trowa bit out, and Wufei halted in mid-sentence, staring at the quiet, green-eyed man in astonishment.
Trowa shifted uncomfortably, aware that he had overstepped his own bounds. “I apologize, sir,” he muttered. “But I have been working among the healers for several years now, and --” He stopped when the General made an irritated gesture, cutting him off.
“Very well, you’ve made your point,” Wufei grumbled. “I will wait until Maxwell -- assuming this boy is Duo Maxwell -- regains his memories before speaking with him.”
Trowa let out a silent breath of relief. “Will that be all, sir?” he asked hopefully.
Wufei glanced over Trowa’s shoulder; a travel-stained man was standing in the tent entrance, getting his breath back as he waited for the General to be finished his conversation. “Yes, dismissed.”
Trowa beat a hasty retreat, feeling that it was best to quit while he was ahead.
Re: Spoil of War, prologue
Date: 2006-02-27 11:28 pm (UTC)“He’s still recovering from his injuries,” Trowa repeated. “Not for another week at the very least -- preferably two.”
“A week!” Wufei stared. “That long? We have injured of our own, who don’t --”
“Not. Like. This,” Trowa bit out, and Wufei halted in mid-sentence, staring at the quiet, green-eyed man in astonishment.
Trowa shifted uncomfortably, aware that he had overstepped his own bounds. “I apologize, sir,” he muttered. “But I have been working among the healers for several years now, and --” He stopped when the General made an irritated gesture, cutting him off.
“Very well, you’ve made your point,” Wufei grumbled. “I will wait until Maxwell -- assuming this boy is Duo Maxwell -- regains his memories before speaking with him.”
Trowa let out a silent breath of relief. “Will that be all, sir?” he asked hopefully.
Wufei glanced over Trowa’s shoulder; a travel-stained man was standing in the tent entrance, getting his breath back as he waited for the General to be finished his conversation. “Yes, dismissed.”
Trowa beat a hasty retreat, feeling that it was best to quit while he was ahead.