Darkness...
by KatiKat
"Quatre..."
Darkness...
pain... numbness...
"Quatre,
please...."
Sirens in
the distance... water dripping... someone screaming...
"Quatre...?"
Hand
caressing his cheek... panic in the voice calling him...
"Wake
up for me..."
Is he
sleeping? Maybe...
"Please..."
The
voice... Trowaīs?... it hitched. Is he crying? Trowa never cries...
"Please,
love, please..."
He tries
to open his eyes, but they are so heavy and he is so tired... maybe he will go
back to sleep again...
"No...
donīt leave me... open your eyes..."
He frowns
and tries to press his cheek into the hand caressing it ever so lightly.
Someone is moaning... in pain, not desire... who...?
"Shh,
I know it hurts. But you have to wake up for me."
Itīs
him...? Heīs the one who... PAIN!!! He screams, his throat dry and raw... He
canīt move... Everything HURTS!!!
"Shhh,
please... you mustnīt move... donīt move, Quatre. You are making it worse..".
Worse?
How can anything be worse than THAT? He pries his eyes open, but his vision is
blurry and everything is dim. "Tro..."
Something
moves in his field of vision. "Yeah, yeah, itīs me, love!"
He canīt
see properly. Something wet is running down his face and makes it difficult to
see. He tries to lift his hand to check his face but he canīt... Why? Oh, Trowa
is holding his hands in his, not allowing him to move... What...?
"There
was a bomb..." the blurry shadow thatīs Trowa whispers and he... he could
swear that there are... tears running down the handsome face...
Bomb?
Where... Oh Allah, nononononono... they were at WEI... itīs Friday... and all
of them, all the pilots go to their weekly dinner together on Friday... they
were...
"Where...
the othīrs...?" He tries to turn his head to look around but it hurts too
much and he realizes that he is lying on something hard and cold and... wet?
What...
"I
donīt know where they are. Almost half of the building collapsed. I tried to
call them but nobody responded," Trowaīs voice broke at the end.
They
could be.... dead? NO, NONONONO. They didnīt survive the war only to... only
to...
He coughs
and it HURTS! It hurts so much that he almost passes out... his already dim
vision grows even darker and there is something wet escaping his lips...
running down his chin..
"Shhh,
please... breathe, Quatre... just breathe, okay? They will be here soon. Une
and Sally and... just... just breathe... please?"
He blinks
a couple of times. Breath... itīs so hard to breath. Itīs like someone is
sitting on his chest. And then there is this sharp pain in his side... What...?
With much
effort, he lifts up his head just a little to look down and... he screams and
screams and screams....
... there
is a sharp metal spike protruding from his stomach.... and his blood... his
blood is coating everything in a vivid red color... himself... the debris...
Trowa...
The
banged boy scoots closer to him, letting go of his arms and catching his face
in his hands. "Quatre, please... calm down... everything will be okay... I
swear! I SWEAR!!! Have I ever lied to you?"
He looks
up and locks his watering eyes with the desperate ones, glad that the numbing
feeling is returning to his body... Maybe... maybe Trowa is right? He never
lied to him... Maybe...
"You
have to trust me, okay? Just stay calm and trust me. I will take care of
everything... you just... breath.... just breath..."
Funny...
he always knew that Trowa was beautiful... but he never realized how much... He
has the most wonderful green eyes... you could drown in them... He looks like
an angel...
He tells
him so and the incredibly green eyes fill with tears... running down his face,
they leave behind clear trails on the blood stained cheeks... Is Trowa... is
he.... hurt? Please tell me he isnīt hurt!
"No,
Iīm okay. I had been worse back in the war. Donīt worry about me..."
There...
the small smile that means the world to him graces his lips... and Trowa is
okay.... He relaxes and there is more blood dripping from his lips... But it
doesnīt hurt anymore...
Itīs
kinda... nice...
He sees
the panic in the eyes of his beloved. The panic that turns into relief when
there is some scratching noise somewhere to the left of them. There are voices
and his green-eyed angel is shouting...
But he
doesnīt understand anymore... everything grows kinda foggy... and he has the
feeling as if he is flying... as if he is weightless...
His eyes
start to close and he is so tired again... So very very tired... Heīll just
take a nap, okay? Just a short nap...
"Quatre,
help is here..."
The
floating feeling is so nice... like sleeping on a cloud...
"Quatre?"
Trowa...
he sounds... maybe he should... he is so incredibly tired...
Five
minutes, okay Trowa? Five more minutes. Then I will get up and go to work...
"Donīt
do this to me! QUATRE!!!"
Just five
more minutes...
The End