Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Another Side ❯ The New Year ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.23.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 461 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.23.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 461 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 3-23-03
(Another Side - Chapter Two: The New Year)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
The New Year
-
"Oh, God..." Duo moaned, sinking into the waiting room sofa. Elbows
resting on his knees, he looked blankly at the landscape painting on
the wall before giving up and burying his head in his hands. What had
he been thinking? What had ever given him the idea to KISS Heero?
The Gods of Irony must be rolling on the floor, Duo thought grimly.
Of all times for Heero to wake up...! He knew he was suppose to be
happy Heero even woke up at all. He'd read somewhere about this guy
who died after being in a coma for 42 years. Duo just couldn't
imagine Heero being a vegetable all his life...
He had no idea what was going on. The nurses and doctors had chased
him out and then probably forgot all about him. The wing was quiet,
abandoned and rightfully so on Christmas morning. All the sane people
in the world were snuggled up with their loved ones drinking hot
chocolate and watching the children gorge themselves of new toys.
Merry Christmas, Heero.
Oh, God...
Heero was going to kill him. Or he'd just die of embarrassment. Or he
could leave. Just, just leave. ...no, what if Heero still needed him?
What if... what if Heero died? What if he just woke up, died, and
they couldn't find Duo because he was in the waiting room the whole
time and then Heero's just dead and...
"Oh. Hey, there... Are you okay?"
Slowly, Duo lifted his head out of his heads and peered up at who
ever was talking to him. It took a while, but finally he blinked and
sat up a little straighter, recognizing the man to be that hospital
brat's father. Tabitha, or whatever.
"You look like you could use some of this," the man said, sitting
next to Duo and offering out a smile and a steaming cup of coffee.
"Oh. Thanks," Duo took the coffee and stared down into the black
depths, absently wondering if he should bother with cream and sugar.
"Did you get some bad news?" the man asked kindly, then hesitated and
added, "I'm Mark, by the way."
"Uh, I'm Duo," he mumbled, taking a much-needed drink of coffee. Ah,
caffiene tasted heavenly, even without sugar. "I guess... no, not bad
news. My... friend, he was in a coma and... he woke up, I guess. No
one's told me what's happening or anything."
The man, Mark, nodded understandingly, "You should go complain.
Squeaky wheel gets the grease, huh? Cheer up, I'm sure your friend'll
be just fine."
With a shrug and a half-nod, Duo glanced up from the coffee to find
himself staring into large, aqua-blue eyes. Mark was sitting right
there on the couch next to him. Was it just his imagination, or were
their knees touching? For some reason, his traitorous heart gave a
thump and he hastened to blurt out anything, "What's your daughter in
for? Er- I mean!" Duo broke into a heated flush.
"Oh, Tabby. We're not sure yet, she's been having some breathing
problems and her mother just wants to cover all the bases."
Duo shifted awkwardly, "Oh, I'm sorry. Is she..."
"Yeah, she's going to be fine. Just tests and observations. Her mom
worries too much," Mark said with a laugh. Duo was now convinced
their knees were definitely touching. And he definitely was going to
hell for thinking what he was thinking.
"Did you stay the night here? You must be tired," those aqua eyes
studied Duo carefully as one hand rose to casually flick aside a
stray lock of hair that had fallen out from Duo's braid. "You have to
remember to take good care of your hair. And you have such pretty
hair, how long did it take to grow it this long?"
"Erm," Duo mumbled something about childhood and forever and tried to
focus on anything but --
Whatever resistance he was struggling to create melted abruptly when
soft lips suddenly caught him own. Violet eyes flew wide and Duo
pulled away enough to stammer, "But... but isn't there a... Mrs...
Mrs. Mark?"
"Nuh-uh, divorced," the other man breathed, leaning back in for
another kiss. Too shocked to even think about protesting, Duo was
helpless before the rising rush of emotions. Christ, what was he
doing, making out in a hospital waiting room while Heero...
But, Heero had never shown any interest. Not in Duo and not even in
the entire male gender. For all Duo knew, Heero was a happy
heterosexual with a wife and seven kids. Or seven wives and one kid.
And now, which Duo's grandly stupid kiss, Heero was never going to...
And Mark was obviously interested, and didn't Duo deserve...
"Mr. Maxwell?" came a polite interjection, followed by a stunned
silence and then an equally polite cough.
Duo jerked away so violently he toppled right off the sofa and on to
the floor. The nurse stared passively back at him, unmoved by the
scene before her and said, "The doctor would like to see you now."
"Uh, yes, thank you, uhm..."
Dammit, Maxwell, get a GRIP!
"Well," Mark said with a heavy sigh, kneeling off the couch and
suddenly looming very close into Duo's range of vision.
Christ. I was kissing this man! Duo thought, and, in one panicked
moment, he was half-afraid Mark was going to start kissing him again.
Fortunately --unfortunately?-- the man neither kissed him or made any
advancements besides slipping a folded-over napkin into Duo's front
pants pocket.
"Well, there's my number, cutie," he said with an airy tone, standing
and offering a hand to help Duo to his feet.
Duo seemed determined to be completely incoherent as he just muttered
embarrassedly, "Er. Uhh..."
The nurse said nothing. She was acting as if it was normal hospital
procedure to come across two men lip-locking on waiting room sofas.
Maybe it was. No, if it was, there would be a greater number of
young, hot gay nurses running around. Maybe there were and they were
all on a different ward. And maybe Duo needed seriously just
bitch-slap some sense into himself!
Duo followed her down one of the hallways to a completely different
office than the one he'd first met Doctor Haines in. He had enough
presence of mind to catch the name on the door plate (Doctor T. M.
Perkins) before escaping from the overtly innocent looks the nurse
kept shooting him.
"Mr. Maxwell," Haines said with a nod, "please come in. This is
Doctor Perkins, a neurological specialist. Doctor Perkins, this is
Duo Maxwell, who has kindly taken over care of our Mr. Yuy."
"Ah," Perkins offered out a hand and it took Duo a few seconds to
figure out to shake it properly. Settling into one of the
uncomfortable chairs, he looked expectantly at the two doctors.
"Well, Mr. Maxwell, I must admit, Mr. Yuy seems to be a medical
miracle."
Duo blinked and successfully suppressed the urge to laugh, "Miracle?"
Haines walked around from the behind the desk and over to the wall,
which held an X-ray viewer. Flicking the light panel on, the doctor
rifled through the file in his hands for a moment before sticking two
similar images into the slots. "This first one shows Mr. Yuy's head
when he was first brought into the hospital."
"Jesus," Duo said, assuming normal human skulls didn't usually have
large cracks running down them.
"Severe head trauma such as this is very concerning for the brain.
When the patient lapses into a coma, each day they remain in that
state comparably equals the amount of brain damage they will have
upon wakening... if they waken at all. Six months is usually the date
at which we will start to consider the patient is in PVS -- Permanent
Vegetative State. Mr. Yuy, however...
"This X-ray was taken just a few hours ago, shortly after you
reported seeing eye movement, Mr. Maxwell."
"Jesus," Duo repeated, assuming that normal human skulls didn't
usually heal said giant cracks that quickly. The image looked fine;
no hint of it having been split open.
Doctor Haines nodded slowly, "I must admit I've never seen or heard
anything like this in my entire twenty-year career. However, Doctor
Perkins has offered one explanation for this beyond the constructs of
this actually being a miracle... Mr. Maxwell, to your knowledge, was
Mr. Yuy ever involved in any sort of enhancement experiments or
procedures? I was recently made aware that our Heero Yuy is the
actual Heero Yuy from the war... the Gundam pilot?"
Duo nodded eagerly, "Yes, yes! Doctor J!"
The two doctors exchanged glances.
"No, I meant, Heero. He was trained, by Doctor J. I always knew
something was up with that, right? He had this really impressive
physical strength for such a scrawny guy, and I saw him reset his
own broken bone once. He's thrown himself off cliffs before and
lived..." Duo looked between the two doctors, some desperate part
of him hoping this meant Heero had somehow just fixed himself right
up and was...
"That," Perkins said slowly, "would explain quite a lot."
"Is Heero okay?" Duo asked, nervously biting on his lower lip. What
if Heero was perfectly okay and up in his room ranting about moronic
bakas and 'omae o korosu' this and...
"By medical standards, Mr. Yuy is a miracle. He has suffered
extremely minor brain damage for the extent of his injuries, and the
fact he has regained consciousness after less than 48 hours of the
accident is simply remarkable. Were we dealing with a standard
incident of this matter, I would give a six month recovery period
followed by a year of regular check-ins to access the healing
process. However, in this case I can't say for sure how long it will
take your friend with his "enhancements" to heal completely."
"Oh," Duo said, the large chunk of the technical terminology going
right over his head, "can I see him?"
"Yes, of course, I just want to make sure you're not having any
irrational hopes in this matter. Mr. Yuy is extremely lucky, but
brain is a vastly complex structure and these types of injuries,
quite frankly, most often result in fatality or PVS. But, like we've
established, this is a most atypical case."
"So... Heero won't be a veggie?"
The doctor smiled slightly, "At this point, it seems very likely
Mr. Yuy will make a complete recovery."
------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
When he went into the room, Heero was asleep. The only notable
difference that Duo could see what the absence of a breathing
machine, which was hopeful. "Hey, there, Heero," Duo said softly,
standing near the bed and looking down at the pale, still face.
"Look like your bruises are healing over nicely. Pretty impressive
trick with the skull, hm?"
Duo bit his lower lip again, "I'm really sorry, Heero. I didn't mean
to just kiss you like that. Promise me you won't hate me, okay?
Promise you'll get better real fast. We can spend New Year's
together! Just me and you, okay? Or..." Duo dove for control and
caught the words before they trembled off into tears, "Or we can
go to a real fancy party and dance all night long."
"Just, get better, okay?"
From Heero, there was no response.
-------------------------------------------------------- --------------
The next week Duo spent more time in the hospital than the nurses.
Despite Doctor Haines' assurances that Heero was recovery rapidly,
Duo was being eaten by worry, and finding Mark's number in his jeans
pocket (which he promptly threw away) didn't help matters.
Heero slept all the time, which the nurses and Doctor Haines told him
was mostly from medication designed to keep Heero unconscious and
immobile while his body healed. Duo didn't understand why they had
been so eager for him to wake only to put him back under once more.
He became a haunt around the floor, sometimes sitting for long hours
watching mindlessly television in Heero's room. He sporadically
carried one-sided conversations and remembered to eat. The nurses
started bringing him food and flirted innocently, thinking his
dedication to his sick friend quite heroic. He didn't want to admit
that what he felt for the Japanese boy had long left friendship
behind, and so he accepted their warmth and concern with the pretense
of innocence.
Eventually, the nurses must have taken pity on Duo for curling up in
the accursed chair and offered out the use of one of the waiting room
couches. With the assistance of two interns, Duo dragged the smallest
and least-floral into Heero's room. He rarely visited his apartment
and then only when the nurses forced him to 'take a break.' His
holiday break from work ended, and he started just using up his sick
leave, much to the annoyance of his employer.
Even after the insistence of the hospital staff and Quatre, who made
a brief visit on the twenty-ninth, Duo spent New Year's camped beside
Heero's bed, watching the ball drop on the television. The
night-nurses and some of the interns helped throw a small, quiet
party with cake and sparkling grape juice (non-alcoholic).
Heero looked quite handsome in his green party hat.
And Duo refused to give up hope.
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-
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Auth or's Notes: Wai! Last day of freedom! Stupid school. I'm going to
make an effort not to let circumstances get me down. *hopeful* Lots
of happy reviews, yay! I like how this story's coming. It feels so
good to write out this idea's that's been plaguing me forever. Geesh.
And in the next chapter: the plot thickens...!
o_o It's not even NOON yet! WOW!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website for cool "shtuff"
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net
(Another Side - Chapter Two: The New Year)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
The New Year
-
"Oh, God..." Duo moaned, sinking into the waiting room sofa. Elbows
resting on his knees, he looked blankly at the landscape painting on
the wall before giving up and burying his head in his hands. What had
he been thinking? What had ever given him the idea to KISS Heero?
The Gods of Irony must be rolling on the floor, Duo thought grimly.
Of all times for Heero to wake up...! He knew he was suppose to be
happy Heero even woke up at all. He'd read somewhere about this guy
who died after being in a coma for 42 years. Duo just couldn't
imagine Heero being a vegetable all his life...
He had no idea what was going on. The nurses and doctors had chased
him out and then probably forgot all about him. The wing was quiet,
abandoned and rightfully so on Christmas morning. All the sane people
in the world were snuggled up with their loved ones drinking hot
chocolate and watching the children gorge themselves of new toys.
Merry Christmas, Heero.
Oh, God...
Heero was going to kill him. Or he'd just die of embarrassment. Or he
could leave. Just, just leave. ...no, what if Heero still needed him?
What if... what if Heero died? What if he just woke up, died, and
they couldn't find Duo because he was in the waiting room the whole
time and then Heero's just dead and...
"Oh. Hey, there... Are you okay?"
Slowly, Duo lifted his head out of his heads and peered up at who
ever was talking to him. It took a while, but finally he blinked and
sat up a little straighter, recognizing the man to be that hospital
brat's father. Tabitha, or whatever.
"You look like you could use some of this," the man said, sitting
next to Duo and offering out a smile and a steaming cup of coffee.
"Oh. Thanks," Duo took the coffee and stared down into the black
depths, absently wondering if he should bother with cream and sugar.
"Did you get some bad news?" the man asked kindly, then hesitated and
added, "I'm Mark, by the way."
"Uh, I'm Duo," he mumbled, taking a much-needed drink of coffee. Ah,
caffiene tasted heavenly, even without sugar. "I guess... no, not bad
news. My... friend, he was in a coma and... he woke up, I guess. No
one's told me what's happening or anything."
The man, Mark, nodded understandingly, "You should go complain.
Squeaky wheel gets the grease, huh? Cheer up, I'm sure your friend'll
be just fine."
With a shrug and a half-nod, Duo glanced up from the coffee to find
himself staring into large, aqua-blue eyes. Mark was sitting right
there on the couch next to him. Was it just his imagination, or were
their knees touching? For some reason, his traitorous heart gave a
thump and he hastened to blurt out anything, "What's your daughter in
for? Er- I mean!" Duo broke into a heated flush.
"Oh, Tabby. We're not sure yet, she's been having some breathing
problems and her mother just wants to cover all the bases."
Duo shifted awkwardly, "Oh, I'm sorry. Is she..."
"Yeah, she's going to be fine. Just tests and observations. Her mom
worries too much," Mark said with a laugh. Duo was now convinced
their knees were definitely touching. And he definitely was going to
hell for thinking what he was thinking.
"Did you stay the night here? You must be tired," those aqua eyes
studied Duo carefully as one hand rose to casually flick aside a
stray lock of hair that had fallen out from Duo's braid. "You have to
remember to take good care of your hair. And you have such pretty
hair, how long did it take to grow it this long?"
"Erm," Duo mumbled something about childhood and forever and tried to
focus on anything but --
Whatever resistance he was struggling to create melted abruptly when
soft lips suddenly caught him own. Violet eyes flew wide and Duo
pulled away enough to stammer, "But... but isn't there a... Mrs...
Mrs. Mark?"
"Nuh-uh, divorced," the other man breathed, leaning back in for
another kiss. Too shocked to even think about protesting, Duo was
helpless before the rising rush of emotions. Christ, what was he
doing, making out in a hospital waiting room while Heero...
But, Heero had never shown any interest. Not in Duo and not even in
the entire male gender. For all Duo knew, Heero was a happy
heterosexual with a wife and seven kids. Or seven wives and one kid.
And now, which Duo's grandly stupid kiss, Heero was never going to...
And Mark was obviously interested, and didn't Duo deserve...
"Mr. Maxwell?" came a polite interjection, followed by a stunned
silence and then an equally polite cough.
Duo jerked away so violently he toppled right off the sofa and on to
the floor. The nurse stared passively back at him, unmoved by the
scene before her and said, "The doctor would like to see you now."
"Uh, yes, thank you, uhm..."
Dammit, Maxwell, get a GRIP!
"Well," Mark said with a heavy sigh, kneeling off the couch and
suddenly looming very close into Duo's range of vision.
Christ. I was kissing this man! Duo thought, and, in one panicked
moment, he was half-afraid Mark was going to start kissing him again.
Fortunately --unfortunately?-- the man neither kissed him or made any
advancements besides slipping a folded-over napkin into Duo's front
pants pocket.
"Well, there's my number, cutie," he said with an airy tone, standing
and offering a hand to help Duo to his feet.
Duo seemed determined to be completely incoherent as he just muttered
embarrassedly, "Er. Uhh..."
The nurse said nothing. She was acting as if it was normal hospital
procedure to come across two men lip-locking on waiting room sofas.
Maybe it was. No, if it was, there would be a greater number of
young, hot gay nurses running around. Maybe there were and they were
all on a different ward. And maybe Duo needed seriously just
bitch-slap some sense into himself!
Duo followed her down one of the hallways to a completely different
office than the one he'd first met Doctor Haines in. He had enough
presence of mind to catch the name on the door plate (Doctor T. M.
Perkins) before escaping from the overtly innocent looks the nurse
kept shooting him.
"Mr. Maxwell," Haines said with a nod, "please come in. This is
Doctor Perkins, a neurological specialist. Doctor Perkins, this is
Duo Maxwell, who has kindly taken over care of our Mr. Yuy."
"Ah," Perkins offered out a hand and it took Duo a few seconds to
figure out to shake it properly. Settling into one of the
uncomfortable chairs, he looked expectantly at the two doctors.
"Well, Mr. Maxwell, I must admit, Mr. Yuy seems to be a medical
miracle."
Duo blinked and successfully suppressed the urge to laugh, "Miracle?"
Haines walked around from the behind the desk and over to the wall,
which held an X-ray viewer. Flicking the light panel on, the doctor
rifled through the file in his hands for a moment before sticking two
similar images into the slots. "This first one shows Mr. Yuy's head
when he was first brought into the hospital."
"Jesus," Duo said, assuming normal human skulls didn't usually have
large cracks running down them.
"Severe head trauma such as this is very concerning for the brain.
When the patient lapses into a coma, each day they remain in that
state comparably equals the amount of brain damage they will have
upon wakening... if they waken at all. Six months is usually the date
at which we will start to consider the patient is in PVS -- Permanent
Vegetative State. Mr. Yuy, however...
"This X-ray was taken just a few hours ago, shortly after you
reported seeing eye movement, Mr. Maxwell."
"Jesus," Duo repeated, assuming that normal human skulls didn't
usually heal said giant cracks that quickly. The image looked fine;
no hint of it having been split open.
Doctor Haines nodded slowly, "I must admit I've never seen or heard
anything like this in my entire twenty-year career. However, Doctor
Perkins has offered one explanation for this beyond the constructs of
this actually being a miracle... Mr. Maxwell, to your knowledge, was
Mr. Yuy ever involved in any sort of enhancement experiments or
procedures? I was recently made aware that our Heero Yuy is the
actual Heero Yuy from the war... the Gundam pilot?"
Duo nodded eagerly, "Yes, yes! Doctor J!"
The two doctors exchanged glances.
"No, I meant, Heero. He was trained, by Doctor J. I always knew
something was up with that, right? He had this really impressive
physical strength for such a scrawny guy, and I saw him reset his
own broken bone once. He's thrown himself off cliffs before and
lived..." Duo looked between the two doctors, some desperate part
of him hoping this meant Heero had somehow just fixed himself right
up and was...
"That," Perkins said slowly, "would explain quite a lot."
"Is Heero okay?" Duo asked, nervously biting on his lower lip. What
if Heero was perfectly okay and up in his room ranting about moronic
bakas and 'omae o korosu' this and...
"By medical standards, Mr. Yuy is a miracle. He has suffered
extremely minor brain damage for the extent of his injuries, and the
fact he has regained consciousness after less than 48 hours of the
accident is simply remarkable. Were we dealing with a standard
incident of this matter, I would give a six month recovery period
followed by a year of regular check-ins to access the healing
process. However, in this case I can't say for sure how long it will
take your friend with his "enhancements" to heal completely."
"Oh," Duo said, the large chunk of the technical terminology going
right over his head, "can I see him?"
"Yes, of course, I just want to make sure you're not having any
irrational hopes in this matter. Mr. Yuy is extremely lucky, but
brain is a vastly complex structure and these types of injuries,
quite frankly, most often result in fatality or PVS. But, like we've
established, this is a most atypical case."
"So... Heero won't be a veggie?"
The doctor smiled slightly, "At this point, it seems very likely
Mr. Yuy will make a complete recovery."
------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
When he went into the room, Heero was asleep. The only notable
difference that Duo could see what the absence of a breathing
machine, which was hopeful. "Hey, there, Heero," Duo said softly,
standing near the bed and looking down at the pale, still face.
"Look like your bruises are healing over nicely. Pretty impressive
trick with the skull, hm?"
Duo bit his lower lip again, "I'm really sorry, Heero. I didn't mean
to just kiss you like that. Promise me you won't hate me, okay?
Promise you'll get better real fast. We can spend New Year's
together! Just me and you, okay? Or..." Duo dove for control and
caught the words before they trembled off into tears, "Or we can
go to a real fancy party and dance all night long."
"Just, get better, okay?"
From Heero, there was no response.
-------------------------------------------------------- --------------
The next week Duo spent more time in the hospital than the nurses.
Despite Doctor Haines' assurances that Heero was recovery rapidly,
Duo was being eaten by worry, and finding Mark's number in his jeans
pocket (which he promptly threw away) didn't help matters.
Heero slept all the time, which the nurses and Doctor Haines told him
was mostly from medication designed to keep Heero unconscious and
immobile while his body healed. Duo didn't understand why they had
been so eager for him to wake only to put him back under once more.
He became a haunt around the floor, sometimes sitting for long hours
watching mindlessly television in Heero's room. He sporadically
carried one-sided conversations and remembered to eat. The nurses
started bringing him food and flirted innocently, thinking his
dedication to his sick friend quite heroic. He didn't want to admit
that what he felt for the Japanese boy had long left friendship
behind, and so he accepted their warmth and concern with the pretense
of innocence.
Eventually, the nurses must have taken pity on Duo for curling up in
the accursed chair and offered out the use of one of the waiting room
couches. With the assistance of two interns, Duo dragged the smallest
and least-floral into Heero's room. He rarely visited his apartment
and then only when the nurses forced him to 'take a break.' His
holiday break from work ended, and he started just using up his sick
leave, much to the annoyance of his employer.
Even after the insistence of the hospital staff and Quatre, who made
a brief visit on the twenty-ninth, Duo spent New Year's camped beside
Heero's bed, watching the ball drop on the television. The
night-nurses and some of the interns helped throw a small, quiet
party with cake and sparkling grape juice (non-alcoholic).
Heero looked quite handsome in his green party hat.
And Duo refused to give up hope.
-
-
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Auth or's Notes: Wai! Last day of freedom! Stupid school. I'm going to
make an effort not to let circumstances get me down. *hopeful* Lots
of happy reviews, yay! I like how this story's coming. It feels so
good to write out this idea's that's been plaguing me forever. Geesh.
And in the next chapter: the plot thickens...!
o_o It's not even NOON yet! WOW!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website for cool "shtuff"
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net