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a sickly gw fic by shala-chan
My throat is pained and raw. It hurts to swallow. Who would've thought that a Gundam pilot would go out like this? I know I'm dying. There's no way I'm not. And it hurts so much . . . I guess when faced with a terminal illness or death on the battlefield, I'd choose the battle any time. At least then I'd have died for a reason . . .
It's all because that stupid laboratory blew up. I was the only one out of my gundam at that point, and I guess the virus was released into the air . . . And I, stupid, colassal baka that I am, caught it. There's a reason those things are kept in top-secret high-security research labs. They're dangerous. Let me just spell that out for full effect . . . D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S. Dangerous. Well done, you win the spelling bee. Hnh.
Great. Now I'm starting to sound like Heero. Next thing you know, I'll be ranting about justice. Or I'll try to drink tea instead of coffee . . . Or take massive amounts of hair gel to foof my hair forward . . . You know, there's a time when I would've done those just to see people's reactions. But I don't have that time left. Isn't it funny that Shinigami is afraid of himself?
Yeah, that's right. I, Duo Maxwell, Shinigami himself, am afraid to die. In battle, it's no problem. I have a fighting chance. Against disease . . . well, the odds are in her favor. So I guess I just have to lie down and accept it quietly. Than again, given me, maybe not so quietly. Maybe I'll moan the whole time. See, now, I mean right now, I'm not moaning. I'm whining. And I really wish Quatre'd stop pounding on the door like that. He's disturbing me.
Great. He opened it anyway.
"Hey, Duo?"
All I can manage is a blink.
"Duo, my sister is here. Remember, I said I could have her come examine you?"
Blink blink.
"Now then," a brisk female voice says, "if you'll just sit up . . ."
Soft hands arrange me into a comfortable upright position. "Open your mouth, please."
As usual, I'm obedient. Sister Helen always said to listen to the doc- HEY! Didn't anyone ever tell her it's not polite to shove sticks down people's throats? Ah, better . . .
"We can have the lab results back in a few hours, Quatre. In the meantime, make sure he drinks plenty of fluids."
"Okay, thanks."
"No problem, little brother." She left.
And I hurt even more now than I did before.
"Duo . . ." I wish Quatre would go away. "We can't let Heero see you like this."
Huh?
"He'd probably kill you."
Oh, yeah, he's right . . . Of course, considering that I'm gonna die anyway. . .
"Not that this is your fault, of course."
I make a protesting noise.
"Well, how were you supposed to know this would happen?"
*snort*
"Okay, would you rather I agree with Heero?"
Vigorous painful headshaking.
"Well, that's settled then, isn't it?"
Guess so. I just wish he'd -
"I'll leave as soon as you finish some water."
So that's why he stayed. I don't really need -
"I know what you're thinking, Duo. Drink."
That's the same tone Sister Helen used to use . . . Oh, the cool liquid feels wonderful on my throat. But swallowing . . . he must've noticed my wince, 'cause he just retucked me back into bed and everything. He almost never does that unless he's worried . . .
"Duo, I'm a little worried . . ."
"Oh," I croak, "I couldn't tell."
"Duo . . ."
"Hnh?"
"We'll see in a few hours."
I've never been a very patient person. In general, I bounce. But I have just enough patience to sneak into an OZ base, to hide effectively, and I guess I'll have just enough patience to wait and see how quickly I'm gonna die . . .
~Owari for now . . .
That's what I've got so far! *giggle* Poor Du-chan! I started this on a day when I had a particularly nasty cold, I still had to go to school, and my throat was KILLIN' me! And nobody seemed to care . . . I started writing a verse about it, and then decided that the first line or two would be perfect openers for a sickly fic. What, you thought it was going to be dark and twisted? Well, I suppose in a way it is, but not really. I'm going to continue working on this, and my guess is that it'll eventually turn out yaoi, since it's me, but I've really got an itch to continue it. I mean, I already had a few other plot bits in mind, but . . . Sick Duo is so kawaii! Especially when he's all nostalgic and stuff. Oh, I should prolly add in a disclaimer here that I don't own Gundam Wing, or any of the characters thereof, but I guess you already knew that. They belong to - oh, I forgot again. Isn't that annoying? And I don't own myself. I belong to insanity. This fic is really messed, and I'm sorry 'bout that, but like, I don't generally write first person present tense. I think I've only done that once or twice. Ever.