Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Chimaera ❯ Chapter 124 ( Chapter 124 )

"Chimaera"

 

October. 2003 ShenLong

 

 

 

Chapter 124

 

G and Wufei raced down the corridor just as Trowa was trying to get groggily to his feet. The bed pan hadn't knocked him out but it had caught him a good blow and sent his senses reeling. The nurse hovered over him, having put down the other bed pan.

 

"Are you all right?" she asked as she assisted him up.

 

"I think so," replied Trowa.

 

Just then Wufei and G came to a halt beside them, the nurse was relieved to find re-enforcements and happily left the doctor and Wufei to attend to Trowa while she picked up the empty bed pan and informed the group she would have an orderly come by with a mop and bucket to clean up the mess. G quickly gave Trowa the once over, with his eyes and saw that the young man wasn't hurt, other than a bruise forming on his forehead.

 

Wufei had back peddled almost as soon as he had arrived, the smell was a little much for him. While G checked over the Latin, Wufei took the opportunity to sidle up behind Quatre. With the blonde distracted by his husband's 'accident', Wufei quickly located the battery pack for the wheelchair and disconnected it.

 

"I think we should get to surgery now, before anything else happens," said G with a scowl. "You need a shower before I can check you over properly," he said to Trowa, "and you," G turned to Quatre. "You need to be sedated. You're a menace."

 

Quatre gave the doctor an innocent smile as his hand hovered over the controls, and then pushed the joy stick. The smile quickly faded though when nothing happened. He tried again, with the same result. "What the…?"

 

"Going somewhere, Winner?" said Wufei as he held out the power lead that connected the battery to the wheelchair.

 

"Not by the look of it," sighed Quatre as he realized his game was up.

 

"Right, maybe we can get to surgery without any further misadventures. This way, gentlemen." G took the lead, Trowa falling into step beside him and leaving small puddles as he walked.

 

Wufei grasped the handles of the wheelchair. "Now we go at my pace," he informed the occupant.

 

"You sure you can handle this chair, Wufei?" asked the blonde.

 

"What do you mean, can I handle the chair?"

 

"It doesn't have any lights or sirens," snickered Quatre.

 

"I'll give you fucking lights and sirens," Wufei snapped.

 

"Ohhh... Temper, temper. We don't need wheelchair rage to add to the growing list of felonies against you," teased Quatre.

 

"Are you sure you didn't hurt your mouth?"

 

"Huh?" Quatre looked a little bewildered at that question.

 

"I think it needs either bandaging or stitching shut."

 

Quatre didn't have a reply to that so instead he simply pouted and let the Chinese man wheel him through the corridors and to the general surgery section of the Preventer hospital.

 

* * *

 

Sally left Heero and Duo in the capable hands of Nurse Brown and hurried through the hospital to the general surgery section where she knew G would have his hands full with Quatre, not to mention Wufei. Turning a corner she frowned as she walked past an orderly who was busy mopping the floor and muttering under his breath about crazy patients, wheelchairs and bed pans. She didn't think any more of it but continued on to the surgery.

 

When she got there she was greeted by a scowling Wufei, frazzled Doctor G and sulking Trowa. Quatre, it appeared, was unconscious.

 

"Peace at last," she heard Wufei mutter as she swept into the room.

 

"What was that, Chang?"

 

"I said, peace at last," repeated Wufei as he nodded in the direction of Winner who was sprawled on the hospital bed, completely under the influence of the anesthetic.

 

"Why do I have the feeling there is more going on here that I know about?" she said with a frown and then turned to look at Trowa. "And why are you wearing surgical scrubs? Shit, that's one hell of a bruise you have on your head," she finished as she made a beeline for Trowa to inspect the damage to the young man's forehead. "What the hell happened?"

 

"A sight altercation with one husband, a wheelchair and a rather full bed pan," replied Trowa and winced as Sally explored the bruise on his head.

 

"I'm sorry I asked." Sally finished the inspection. "Doesn't look like there's any damage other than the bruising, but you might want to get some deodorant or something," she added as she wrinkled her nose.

 

"I took a shower and washed with disinfectant," growled Trowa defensively.

 

"Exactly. That disinfectant smells pretty strong." Sally left the man gaping and turned her attention to G and Quatre. "How bad is it?"

 

"I'm going to need a hand to get the shoulder back in," replied G as he looked up from his examination of the dislocated shoulder.

 

"Right. I'll help you out with that and then once it's back in place, I'll examine Chang while you stitch up anything on Quatre that needs to be stitched."

 

"How is Maxwell?" Wufei asked.

 

"Duo and Heero are both doing fine. I have delivered the baby and all is well with both mother and child," replied Sally. "Duo's condition has stabilized and once I'm finished here with you lot I shall go back and fix up Heero properly."

 

"Well?!" demanded Trowa.

 

"Well, what?" said Sally.

 

"What is the baby? Is it a boy or a girl?"

 

"That is not for me to tell you. Heero and Duo want to tell you themselves what sex Sunshine is so the sooner we get you three sorted out, the sooner you can come back with me and meet the new arrival yourselves."

 

"Sadistic onna," snapped Wufei.

 

Sally chose to ignore the jibe, instead the two doctors collected the necessary items they would need and set to work.

 

It took the two a good ten minutes and a lot of grunt work to get Quatre's shoulder back into its rightful place. Trowa couldn't bear to watch them playing 'tug-of-war' with Quatre in the middle so he went in search of something he could use to dispel the smell of the disinfectant. Wufei watched from the sidelines, an amused smile on his face. Not normally a vindictive person, Wufei couldn't help but think that the blonde was going to be quite sore when he woke up and that made him feel a little better for all the shit the Arab had put them through while on his drug 'high'.

 

With the shoulder back in place, G strapped the arm to prevent any further damage from occurring and then set about removing the shards of glass and stitching up any lacerations that needed it.

 

With Quatre under G's care and Trowa having returned smelling a little more pleasant, Sally diverted her attention to the Chinese agent. "Come on, Wufei, let's have a look at you."

 

Grumbling to himself but knowing he wasn't going to get out of this, Wufei calmly stripped the combat suit from his torso and waited for Sally to check him over. He had been luckier than the other two and only had a couple of deep cuts, the others being relatively minor and only needing to be cleaned. There was a small amount of glass to be removed but nothing too bad. Sally worked quietly, removing the slivers with tweezers while Wufei did his best not to flinch. Having satisfied herself that all the glass had been removed from Wufei's torso, Sally infiltrated the cuts that needed stitching with local anesthetic and began the job of suturing. It didn't take long for her to finish and she stood back to admire her handiwork.

 

"That's better," she said. "Now, what about the rest of you?"

 

"I beg your pardon?" replied Wufei.

 

"The rest of you, Chang. You know, your legs and lower torso?"

 

"The rest of me is just fine, thank you," Wufei sniffed as he turned a little red in the face.

 

"So says you, but I beg to differ. Come on, strip the rest of the suit off, I need to check you all over and make sure there aren't any further injuries or lacerations."

 

Wufei had gone beet red by this stage and Trowa couldn't help but snicker.

 

"I refuse."

 

"Chang, you haven't got anything that I haven't already seen before..."

 

Trowa almost choked. Wufei thought he was about to spontaneously combust.

 

"Hurry up, I haven't got all day you know."

 

"But I..."

 

"Oh, for heaven's sake. Trowa and G aren't interested in your modesty, Chang, so shut up and let me check you over."

 

"But I'm not wearing any underwear."

 

"Oh." It was Sally's turn to color a little.

 

"Afraid of panty lines?" Trowa couldn't resist the dig. Those combat suits were very form fitting, clinging to the body like a second skin and not leaving a great deal to the imagination.

 

Wufei glared and then drew himself up to his full height, which wasn't a lot, before he replied haughtily. "It is much easier to go without the restriction of underwear when wearing these suits on an assignment."

 

Sensing there was the chance of blood being spilled, Sally quickly intervened. "Here, put this on and then remove the rest of the combat suit," she said as she handed Wufei a hospital gown.

 

Summoning up his dignity, Wufei took the gown then pulled the curtain around the bed before slipping the gown on and removing the combat suit. "I'm ready," he finally called.

 

Sally opted to slip behind the curtain and save Wufei any further embarrassment. The rest of her examination was carried out quickly, there not being much in the way of damage to Wufei's legs or lower torso, something for which the Chinese agent as well as the doctor were grateful for. Sally managed to rustle up another set of surgical scrubs for Wufei as she didn't want him putting on the combat suit again as the material would chafe and possibly reopen the wounds she'd just cleaned and stitched.

 

G had finished with Quatre and the blonde was bandaged and strapped, also wearing surgical scrubs as his clothing had been a little messed up with his earlier activities at the Glasshouse. The anesthetic G had used was a short term one and the Arab was starting to come around, much to Wufei's disappointment. He'd been hoping G would knock Winner out for a good while yet.

 

"How are you feeling?" asked Trowa from where he was sitting next to the bed Quatre was occupying.

 

"Like a mobile suit did the tango on me," groaned Quatre.

 

"You will be sore for some time, my boy," said G. "You have several stitches, some pulled muscles and I've put your shoulder back into place."

 

"Thank you. Any chance of some pain killers?"

 

"NO!" three voices all said rather loudly.

 

Sally appeared with a glass of water and a couple of white pills. "Here. Those should help ease the pain a little." Sally handed the pills and water over then took a step back as three faces glared at her. "What?" she said with her hands in the air in surrender. "They're only paracetamol."

 

Three men heaved a sigh of relief.

 

"Come on, let's go and see how Heero and Duo are doing and you can meet the latest addition to the Yuy-Maxwell family," said Sally as she produced a wheelchair for Quatre.

 

Both Trowa and G were pleased to see it was non-motorized.

 

"Duo's had the baby? What is it? What have they called it? Ow, shit, that hurt." The words spilled from Quatre's mouth only to be stopped when he tried to move his shoulder.

 

"Yes, Duo has had the baby but I'm not telling you any more. They want to break the rest of the news themselves. Here, let me help you," said Sally as she moved to the side of the bed. Trowa helped as well and the two of them managed to get Quatre into the wheelchair and comfortable. Taking a firm hold of the handles, Trowa began to push his husband from the surgery room and follow Sally down the corridor and back to the isolation unit.

 

***

 

While Sally was gone, Nurse Brown busied herself cleaning up the surgery while the new parents took the opportunity to acquaint themselves with their new son. Once everything was clean and tidy, Margaret went to the linen store and fetched fresh sheets. She quickly changed Duo's hospital bed, putting the soiled sheets down the laundry chute before returning to the operating room pushing the freshly made up bed. The pair looked up when the nurse returned.

 

"I want to check you to see how the bleeding is going, Duo, and clean you up a little. I'll need to put a pad or something of that nature on you to absorb any further blood."

 

"I thought the bleeding would have stopped once Sally did the C-section," said Duo.

 

The nurse chuckled. "No, Duo. The bleeding doesn't stop, actually it will continue for a while yet, just how long in your case, we don't know." Seeing the confusion on both men's faces, the nurse explained. "When a woman gives birth and the baby and placenta have been removed from the uterus, the thick lining of the uterine wall is no longer needed so it sheds itself. In other words, you're going to have an immediate menstrual period, Duo. In women it can last up to six weeks..."

 

Duo visibly paled. "You mean I could be bleeding for six weeks?"

 

"That we don't know. Given that your cycle is irregular and the number of days you bleed for varies, it would suggest that you won't bleed for that long; I'm guessing possibly a couple of weeks or so." While the nurse was explaining, she was also making up a bottle of formula for the infant. With the milk now ready, she brought it over. "Heero, why don't you feed Keitaro while I finish cleaning Duo up and put a pad on him, then he can move back into the hospital bed and I'll take you through to the recovery section as the others will be back soon and I'm sure you don't want to be still in the theater when they get here."

 

"You want me to feed Keitaro?" Heero sounded a little unsure.

 

"I believe that's what I said," replied the nurse in an amused tone.

 

"But I..."

 

"Heero, both you and Duo practiced several times on the 'doll' so don't give me any excuses." The nurse took the baby from Duo and settled him into his father's arms. "Here, place the teat like this and he will do the rest."

 

Duo turned to watch, an amused smile on his face, as Heero cradled the infant in his arms and took the offered bottle of formula. Heero placed the teat against Keitaro's lips and gently ran it over them. His eyes widened as the baby's mouth opened and began to search for the teat. Heero held the bottle still, the baby latched onto the teat and then began to suck hungrily. "Wow," was all Heero could say.

 

Nurse Brown laughed. "I told you he would do the rest," she said as she smiled at the pair. "Instinct is a wonderful thing. Now, Duo; let's get you cleaned up and sorted out."

 

Duo submitted himself to the care of the nurse, glad that he was still numb from the waist down, although it did pose a few problems. Unable to feel anything, Duo had a hard time getting his legs to move. Nurse Brown assisted him to roll to his side so she could wash him down with warm water and while it was embarrassing to a point, it also felt better afterwards to be clean again. A pad was settled into place, along with a pair of briefs and after checking the dressing to his stitched belly, the nurse assisted him into a pair of pajamas.

 

With the clean up over, all that remained was to get Duo transferred from the operating table and back into his own bed. Easier said than done as they discovered. Nurse Brown wasn't strong enough to bodily lift Duo and Heero was firmly informed he wasn't even allowed to try given his physical state at the current time. The last thing they needed was for Heero to cause further damage to his already abused body. Duo couldn't feel his legs properly so that cut down a lot of his own ability to move himself and for him to try could cause the stitches to break. The thought of having his insides spill out was enough to convince Duo not to even try that option.

 

Eventually they managed to work out a way to complete the transfer. Nurse Brown brought the hospital bed right beside the operating table and put the brakes on. Carefully she lifted Duo's legs and moved them across a few inches, then Duo shuffled his upper body across using his arms for leverage. At the same time the nurse pulled on the sheet underneath the American, effectively pulling Duo's pelvis across and in alignment with his legs and torso again. It was a slow and comical method but it worked.

 

After several minutes and a lot of shuffling, intermingled with Duo's snickering, the task was complete. With Duo now safely back in his hospital bed, Nurse Brown rolled him slightly and pulled the smaller sheet from underneath. "Right, let's get you back out into the recovery area and comfortable before the rest of the group arrives," said the nurse as she released the brakes and began to push the bed back out. "You wait there," she said to Heero who was still sitting in the wheelchair. "I'll come back for you in a moment."

 

Heero nodded and watched the pair exit the operating theater. Moments later the nurse was back and deftly wheeled Heero back out and parked him next to Duo. Duo was sitting up, the top of the bed raised and the pillows fluffed up to support him. He looked tired and flushed, but happy.

 

"How is Keitaro doing? Nearly finished with the bottle?" asked the nurse.

 

"Hai," replied Heero. "There's a little bit left but I think he's had his fill."

 

"Good." The nurse turned to Duo. "Once you're settled back in the ward I'll get you to give him a breast feed. Usually we have new mother's feed pretty much right away, but in your case it would be better to wait a little, that's why I mixed up some formula."

 

Duo looked a little shocked at the thought of breast feeding.

 

Knowing what was probably going through the American's mind, the nurse was quick to add to her 'speech'. "I know you don't have proper breasts for feeding an infant and Doctor Po told me about the risks with the hormone treatment; but you do have some breast tissue there and more importantly your body has produced the colostrum that is of importance to the child, which is why I want you to try and feed him a couple of times yourself before we put him fully onto the bottle."

 

"Yeah, I know," replied Duo as his mind went back to the discussion they'd had some time ago regarding his breast feeding.

 

"Right, if he's finished we need to bring up any wind," Nurse Brown began as she switched her attention back to Heero and the baby.

 

"Wind?"

 

"Didn't you pay attention at all during your parenting lessons? The baby will have swallowed some air whilst drinking and we need to bring that air up otherwise he will have a very sore tummy, and I'm sure you don't want a crying baby in pain to deal with."

 

"Aa." Heero looked a little awkward as he reviewed what they had done with the 'doll'. Then he stared at Keitaro, trying to figure out the best way to do this.

 

"He won't break," said the nurse softly. "Just remember to be gentle but firm when you handle him."

 

"Okay." Heero passed the now empty bottle to the nurse and then turned his attention back to the baby. Gently he lifted the child up into a sort of sitting position and placed a hand underneath the child's chin, supporting the head. His other hand went to the baby's back where he began to rub and pat gently.

 

Tears began to spring into Duo's eyes as he watched his husband with their son. The gentleness that Heero displayed whilst handling the infant reminded Duo of just how far Heero had come since their days in the war.

 

Continuing to rub and pat, Heero was beginning to think the child didn't have any air in his stomach to bring up and was about to tell the nurse when the baby suddenly hiccuped and gave a very loud belch. Heero's eyes widened at the volume of the sound and turned to look at Duo who was snickering away. "Looks like he inherited more than just tints of hair color from you," he deadpanned.

 

"At least I have manners and excuse myself when I burp," replied Duo in defense. "What's Keitaro's excuse?"

 

"He can't talk yet?"

 

"Smart ass."

 

Further conversation was put on hold as Sally entered the room. "You guys ready for some company?" she asked with a smile. "I have three restless uncles in the corridor all dying to see the new arrival."

 

"Then send them in," replied Duo with a grin.

 

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tbc....