"He's lost too much blood."
"Oz bastards..."
"We're losing him!"
"Someone get Sally Po on the line."
"I can't watch." Quatre said, shivering. He turned away from the scene wrapping his thin arms around his body. Trowa was too busy trying to revive thier comrade to give him the comfort he wanted. It was selfish but....
"Just a bit more time." A voice he didn't expect to hear whined, strong and healthy.
YOU KNOW THATS AGAINST THE RULES.
It was hard to even call the second a voice, but it set Quatre's hair on end. He whirled around trying to find the source. Nothing, just the other pilots. Wufei had cut the shirt off of their friend. CPR... His heart has stopped, Quatre surmised, feeling too numb to react.
"Come on, like you never broke the rules... *Bill*." The name was spoken like it was the ultimate proof.
THAT WAS DIFFERENT.
The voice would have been petulant, providing that it really was a voice, and that it had emotions.
"Unhuh.... Come on, I'll treat you to to the best curry house later..... just a few more years." A slight pause. "I'll take over for you, a century of vacation sounds good ne? You'll get to see Susan again... Pllleeaaasssseeee I'm not done yet." The second was Duo's voice definitely Duo..... but a glance over at the pilot, revealed nothing more than a pale face, eye's glassy and lips unmoving.
Bewildered and wild-eyed Quatre searched the room, his distress unnoticed by the other pilots. **By Allah, what was going on here?**
VERY WELL.
"Yatta! Thanks Dad! You're the best!"
OH AND DUO?
"Yeah?"
SHINIGAMI?
"Eh heheheheh."
HMPH.
A chill seemed to leave the room. In the silence, the murmurs and shouts of his friends reached his ears again. "CLEAR"
"I've got a pulse!" Wufei slumped back, relief etched deeply into his posture and voice, even if he never let it touch the hard set of his face. Even Trowa shown some undefinable emotion, or at least a different set to his features.
Duo blinked and his eyes snapped open, taking a huge and sudden breath. "BAKA! Don't you do that to me again Heero!" The pilot of Deathscythe was suddenly on his feet, pacing and ranting at the unconscious boy on the table. "After all that I do for you, the least you can do is NOT self destruct. I thought we went over the whole "suicide is bad" thing just this last week, and now this..."
"Duo... he can't hear you yet. Let Heero rest. He's not out of the woods yet." Trowa said quietly, pushing the American back down into his chair at Heero's side.
"Oh don't worry. He'll make it." Duo grinned impishly. He glanced over to Quatre, giving the blonde boy a measuring glance before winking at him. He turned away before the flustered pilot could respond. He reached down and brushed a messy lock of hair from Heero's still-too-pale face. "He's not going anywhere yet."
The End
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