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Heero opened his eyes and looked up at Duo. His eyes were closed and tears stained his cheeks. Duo looked as if he hadn�t slept in a week. Silently, Heero turned his head to look at Duo�s hand. The cut was real. White cloth stained red, started at the base of his fingers and traveled under the edge of his shirt at his wrist. The cut to the palm had been real.
�Duo�� Heero�s voice was weak, but it was enough for him to open his eyes.
�Heero?� Duo sniffed and swallowed, wiping his face on his sleeve. �Heero!�
�Did you mean it?� Heero tried to sit up, but Duo wouldn�t let him. He was about to speak when a nurse walked in.
�We will talk at home,� Duo said stepping back from the bed to let the nurse in. �We will talk at home. I have to go call the others.� With that Duo was gone and Heero was left alone to think about what had really happened and what had been brought about by the coma.