Author: Poephelia
Rating: G
Note: I don't own Gundam Wing and I don't own Radiohead's "Creep."
Whatever Makes You Happy
Duo turned on the cold tap and watched as the light green cloth darkened under the water to a deep sage. Finally, after staring into the water for so long his hands were going numb; Duo wiped one hand on his pants and then turned off the kitchen faucet. He wrung the damp cloth out with one hand and headed back to the bedroom.
As he walked through the living room, Duo mind was busy with images of Heero in the hospital. Doctors telling him that he would be unconscious for several days, not allowing Duo to visit his comatose friend. Of course, Heero was in all actuality, only twenty feet away in Duo own bed, sleeping off a rather bad night of drinking.
As Duo placed the cool washcloth against Heero brow, he happened to glance at the bedside clock. 2:30 a.m. Duo blinked, slightly shocked to see that it was so early. With the realization of time, Duo body suddenly became fatigued, and after wiping Heero face once more with the damp cloth, he crawled into bed.
Heero stirred next to him and mumbled softly in his sleep. Duo could only guess what he was dreaming about. But he didn have to guess for long. "Duo." Heero breathed in his sleep. Duo, unsure of what he had heard, rolled over and faced Heero, staring at him as if he would speak his name again. But silence, save Heero deep breathing, reigned over the small room.
Duo sighed and closed his eyes. As an afterthought, he reached underneath the covers and grasped Heero hand. He told himself it was because he didn want Heero to feel alone if ever he woke up in the night. Duo shut his eyes once more, dismissing his confused emotions, and drifted off into a deep sleep of his own.