"Trowa?" a voice called. "I think he's coming around," they seemed to say to someone else.

A cold hand was pressed against his cheek as he slowly opened his eyes.

Chie sat poised beside him. Her mind focused on the gash on his head. She had stitched it closed, but the job was only a quick fix. It had been a few years since she was trained to care for injuries.

Trowa attempted to sit up but he fell weakly back to his bed. His world was spinning and the possibility of losing consciousness again threatened him. Slowly, the lean figure beside his bed came into focus.

Chie stared at him, considering what she would say. She winced as she looked down the length of his body to his bruised and bare chest. He had broken a few ribs, she was certain of that. "You saved my life out there," she smiled putting new gauze on the wound on his head. It had stopped bleeding between the stitches now, relieving Chie a little bit.

If this pilot died, it would be her fault. She had made a common tactical mistake, she swerved in to intercept two mobile dolls, but she didn't see the one on her left. She hadn't been paying attention to the screen because she was thirsty for the victory of the battle. Trowa had seen it, he had raced toward her getting struck from all sides and knocked around within his gundam, but he had made it to her and took the blow that was marked with her name. She owed him now. She couldn't understand why he had risked his life for her's.

"It was instinct," he said to her unasked question. Trowa couldn't remember saving her. He could remember the fight, the attack, but nothing relating to his injuries. In a way, Trowa's mind always cleared out the images that could potentially haunt him. Chie was a comfort beside him, he knew he would be bed ridden for a few days at least. He was within the comfort of his room at the Winner mansion, but he felt uneasy and he didn't know why.

Chie's gray eyes spoke of compassion. Only concern and guilt shined at Trowa through them. "I'm so sorry..." she sighed burying her face in her hands.

"For what? I'm still here," Trowa laughed but winced as his wounds discouraged him.

Chie said nothing for a moment she just smoothed his hair down for him. He smiled at her for a moment catching her gray eyes with his green. She blushed looking down and then looking back, but Trowa's vision had been directed towards something else.

"Barton, you're going to die up there one day. That was some stunt you pulled," Wufei stated with a slight grin at Chie.

"Yeah, that's the object Wufei. Death is an honor," Trowa smiled. He had meant it to be a joke but Wufei's face darkened with seriousness.

"Honor..." he sighed and walked away.

Chie looked at Trowa again and then decided to tell him about his injuries. "You have a few broken ribs, they don't need to be set, you'll have to let them heal on their own. You also have a gash above your eyebrow. I stitched it up for you. You should be fine," she smiled slightly.

"Well Doc, how long before I can fly again?"

"Not for awhile. Not for awhile," she intoned sadly.

Trowa motioned for Chie to come closer to him; she awkwardly complied.

"Listen, I don't know exactly what happened up there, but it was my choice. I chose to do what I did. So don't blame yourself for anything. Please?" He pleaded gazing at her with an almost childlike hope.

Chie smiled at him and pressed a now warm hand against the bruised flesh of Trowa's chest. A deep sadness filled her eyes and her mind seemed to be miles away. Trowa put his hand over Chie's, taking her away from her thoughts. She looked down at him and then turned away as her eyes began to burn and her vision began to blur. Trowa sighed watching her leave.

He maneuvered around searching for a position that would not hurt and allow him access to his book. Unfortunately, there wasn't a bone in his body that didn't ache, so he settled for the least painful position.

Propping up on a folded pillow with one leg hanging off the side of his bed, Trowa found a sort of comfort. He felt around blindly in his drawer before he discovered his pen.

7.15.195 It seems as if I hurt myself every time I am trying to do something for someone else. My last mission I saved one of the crazy scientists whom happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It nearly cost me my arm. This time, my own Gundam has beaten me up. However, I don't seem to mind the pain. I did it all for that girl.

She's special. I can feel it just by thinking about her. I don't think I have a love interest in her, its just�she's a mystery...a beautiful mystery that I must protect until I solve. She feels badly for what's happened to me. I can't blame her, I would do it all again. I just can't seem to keep my emotions out of my battles. Then again, if I could...what would have become of her? I can't stand to think of it.

What is it about her that makes me think of her so often? Surely, strangers don't contain that sort of power. She's so dark to me. Her mind, like Heero's, is always on a mission. I wonder if she has his sort of dedication. Does her life mean less to her than her missions? That is a question I will never ask...because I already know the answer.

Heero seems to haunt her. I watched her once get a chill when he walked beside her. She cringed as if she was cold, it was only a slight reaction but I had noticed it. I can't help but feel that they've seen each other before. What makes me uneasy is the constant feeling that everyone in this house does not seem to be allies. If we can't stand together, than we can't fight. This girl, if even temporarily, is part of our team.

Wufei has his standards, Quatre his concern, Heero his missions, Duo his humor, and I...I have my observance. We're a hazardous team...but a team no less. I can feel us losing our ties, war is invading our ideals...and secretly, we all want it to.

Trowa sighed deeply, his lungs wheezed and a gurgling sound came from deep inside him. The pain was unbearable...driving his consciousness away from him. Blackness soon invaded his vision and with it came numbness.