Life Without Duo    ending two

      Red and blue lights flashed on the sheet-covered form on the gurney being rushed to an ambulance; paramedics swarmed around the moaning figure, one man keeping his hands clamped on bleeding wrists.
      Duo rode in the ambulance, clenching Heero's knee, the only part he coulf reach through the flurry of bandaging, gauze and tape.
       Questions were being flung at him, and he answered unconsciously, mechanically: blood type, allergies, age and weight.

       Duo sat with his friend, his lover, in IC, watching the saline-solution drip into his arm; the surgery had gone well, over two-hundred stitches and a blood transfusion. Heero would have hideous scars from palm to elbow; the perfect soldier was nothing if not thorough.
      Cobalt-blue eyes fluttered open, registering the white hospital ceiling through a haze of anesthesia-induced headache; he turned his head slowly, looking at Duo. His eyes were . . . . open. Duo could see the emotions there: guilt and love and . . . fear. Fear that Duo would yell or leave or stay . . .
      "Baka." Duo said softly.
      "I'm sorry." Heero whispered, eyes trying to go dead. The pain in his heart felt like death, crushing the voice of hope.
      "Baka." Duo said again, moving closer to brush his lips lightly with his own. "I love you. And I'm not leaving you alone again."
      "Duo?"
      "Yes, koibito?"
      "Marry me? Teach me how to feel like this all the time?"
      "Yes, koi. I'll teach you how to feel like this forever."
                                                                          owari

Well, I warned you about the sap.