by Queen Yaten
(I wanted to write a story about the G- boys. What I've read and watched on the computer makes me want to see them on the T.V. I never got to read the Manga Gundam wing! So, I'm really basing my story on what I've read! I even read some really good fan-fiction. I hope to join the rank of the others who came before me!
Quatre in both the anime and manga is a very kind person. He only thinks of others. But, I wanted to show Quatre in a different light! *no pun indented! This is a very special way of looking at someone's heart, when you have to start looking at your heart first!)
In the simple light of a dream, the world should be easy. Not tonight! In the deepest realm, of sleep, Quatre Winner was having a nightmare! He was in bed, sleeping. In his dream, Quatre was trying to outrun someone on a motor bike. At first, the person could have been Heero. Quatre And Heero were at odds on a continuing basis. But, the speed of the bike was moving, even a seasoned pro like Heero wouldn't take such a risk! There was no way of getting out this one. Quatre was on a track which spun around Tokyo field. He tried to run left of the bike. The biker followed him. Quatre spun around to distract the biker.
There in the distant. A row of bleachers. "If I can just get to them!" Quatre's mind screamed.
He tried to move. His legs felt like rubber. His mind was going to make his legs move. The biker and bike were turned around. The biker was growing tied of playing games. The bike was headed toward the end of the track. An extremely confused, terrified Quatre watched as the bike left the track. He spun around and headed for the bleachers. There was no time to waste. He ran for his life. Then he heard a sound. A sound of a motor revving. It was the bike. Quatre didn't want to look as the bike started to zoom toward him. Then, as he edged the bleachers, blackness hit.
Quatre woke up with a throat on fire! He tried to swallow. He winced at the pain through blinding tears. What was with him? Quatre tried to sit up and felt needle points of pain running through his body! He needed to get to a hospital, fast!
Duo and Heero were still sleeping when they hear a crash, coming from the hallway.
Duo was the first one up. He sleepily sat up, rubbing his eyes. He got of bed, grabbed for his robe off the foot of the bed and slipped it on. Duo walked over to the door. He opened it to find Quatre passed out on the floor! His eyes widened at the sight. He started to shout for Heero. "HEERO. . .HEERO. . .COME OUT HERE QUICK!" Duo screamed.
A robe-pajama clad Heero flung the door open. He stared at the horrified sight of his friend laying unconscious on the floor. "What's going on?" Heero sounded off.
"It's Quatre. He's pass out! Hurry and call nine-one-one! Quatre say something!"
Heero raced over the phone stand which stood at the end of the hall! He picked up the receiver and quickly punched the numbers 9-1-1.
A human voice answered the phone,"Nine. . .one. . .one. Please state the nature of the call!"
Heero was usually the smart one, was now at a loss for words.
"Is there anyone on the line!" the voice said.
"Yea!" Heero said in a calm voice. He grasped the receiver tightly. "My friend has passed out on the floor, I don't know from what! I want an ambulance sent to one-fifty-two Tokyo Gardens! It's the house on your left !"
Five minutes seemed to stretch into five years! The distant sounds of a siren filled the apartment complex. Heero waited in the living room. Within minutes, the medics were knocking on the door. Heero quickly opened it.
Two men stood in the hallway. Heero took quick mental notes of the two medics. A tall black man in an orange jacket carrying a medi-kit and a smaller, redhead young whitie man in a yellow jacket stood in the hallway. A stretcher stood behind of the two medics. Heero showed them in. The black man asked,"What's the problem?"
Heero said in a quick but, calm tone,"It's my friend, Quatre. He's passed out on the floor and we can't wake him up!"
Heero was now fielding questions from the two medics.
"Do you know what happened?" the black man asked.
"I don't know. . .me and Duo, my friend were asleep! Duo was the first who heard the crash. Then, I heard him shouting for me!"
"Can you take us to Quatre!" the redheaded man asked.
"Yes sir! The hallway to the bedrooms us this way!" Heero pointed out.
Heero walked with the medics in tow from the living room to the hallway which lead to the bedrooms. He was still fielding question from the medics.
"Is your friend, Quatre. . .he's allergic to any medicine or food?" asked the black man.
"Does he drink or take drugs of any form?" questioned the redhead.
"Does he have a weak heart?"
Is there any family history of anemia? What's his blood type!"
Heero's mind groped for answers. He grappled with the answers,"No. . .no. . .no. . .he doesn't do sports and I'm not really sure! His type is O."
The three men came to the hallway. Duo was kneeling. Quatre's head rested on Duo's lap. Before the medics came, both Heero and Duo got Quatre on his back. Then, as Heero stood up to leave the hallway, he flipped on the hallway table lamp switch.
Quatre looked like a small child in his white pajamas. Quatre's breathing was now labored. Duo watched as the two circled around his friend. He hung his head for a minute. He glanced up back at medics as they carried in the stretched. "We've got a problem on our hands?" uttered the black man.
"Yep! And it's not going to the last one, either!" replied the redhead.
The two medics told Duo to move over, so they could have space to exam Quatre. Duo gently lifted Quatre's head and softly placed on the floor. The medics knelt down. Duo stood up. Then, he backed away from Quatre's body. The redhead asked in a loud tone,"Quatre, can you hear me?"
He took Quatre's hand. "If you can. . .squeeze my hand!" Quatre's grip was very fragile. "Great. . .we've got a response!"
The black man started to unpack the medi-knit. The two medics were quickly working on Quatre's stats. The redhead spoke again,"My friend here is going to check your heart rate!"
Then, in a quiet whisper,"I can't believe it. He can't be more than sixteen. He's still a child!"
The black man reached over to unbutton Quatre's pajama top. He grabbed the stethoscope's earpieces and placed them in his ears. He tried to find Quatre's heartbeat. After thirty seconds, the black man pulled out of the earpieces to the stethoscope. A flash of concern past his face. "His heart is fighting. He's going to code! We've got to get to the hospital STAT!" the black man uttered loudly.
"Where's the o-two?" snapped the redhead.
"Got it!" the black man started to unroll the tubes from the mask. Next, he began to open up a valve to small tank of pure oxygen! Quatre felt the hissing, coldness of the mask being placed over his mouth and nose.
Duo was panic-struck. He was always the brave one, What if Quatre died? What will happen? The future looked grim.
The two medics picked up Quatre's boyish frame and carried it over to the stretcher. His breathing was still. Heero stood in the entrance way of the hall. He and Duo watched as the two medics placed a blanket over Quatre, then strapped him down onto the stretcher. The two medics wheeled the stretcher down the hall. Herro moved to let the stretcher past. Duo was still standing. He finally snapped. He darted towards the stretcher. Quickly, Heero moved to block Duo's way. He held up his hands. Duo was stopped. Heero could see tears in his friend's eyes. Duo wept softly,"No. . .no. . .They can't take him. He's pulled a fast one!"
Sadly, Heero shook his head no. "Not this time, Duo!" Heero sighed, trying to sound brave at the time. Then, he rapped his arms around his friend, trying to comfort him. Duo wept uncontrollably!"
The next day, Wufei was sleeping in. It was Saturday and Wufei loved to sleep in until the clock radio on. A sharp sounding male voice barked out,"Good morning. . .Greater Tokyo! In today's news. . ."
Wufei groaned as he moved about in the bed. Nataku, Wufei's little black cat breathed as she stretched herself awake. Rubbing her eyes, Wufei blanked out most of the international news. he sat up in bed and yawned,"Morning, nataku!"
nataku sat up also. She began to groom herself
The radio DJ switched over to the gossip,"In other news. . .Quatre Rebarba Winner was admitted to Tokyo General this morning."
"What?" Wufei cried out in unison! Wufei leapt of bed. nataku was nearly throw out of bed. Wufei dashed over his desk. The cordless phone was pulled out of it's base. Wufei had to call up someone. he came up with the only one that loved Quatre.
"I'm going to call, Trowa. he must be upset!" Wufei yelled.
Four rings, then. . .someone answered the phone! Wufei heard someone sniffing in the background! Wufei actions changed over to one of brotherly concern,"Good morning Trowa! Did you hear?" he asked softly.
"Yea," Trowa sighet. "When I heard it on the radio. . .I. . .sob. . .started to worry!"
"He might be going in for something minor!" Wufei said softly.
"I don't know!" Trowa sniffed.
Wufei knew instantly that Trowa needed to get out for a couple of hours. To get his mind of Quatre. "Why don't I call up the others and got to the Café. We'll have a blast!"
"Yea. . .that sounds good!" Trowa sighed, fighting back the tears.
Before Wufei walked over to Trowa's house. he had to call up Sally, Une and Hilda. he told them what happened to Qutre!
*Flash back: three conversions: One: Wufei and Sally. Two: Wufei and Une. Three: Wufei and Hilda.
One: Wufei: Sally did you hear about Quatre!
Sally(sighing out disbelief): Yep! It was just last week we all took part in the walk-athon for the Children Relief Fund!
Wufei(still a little puzzled on Quatre's health): Do you know what happened? Trowa is upset.
Sally(feeling sorry for Trowa): No. When i heard about Quatre. . .I went the church and started to pray.
Wufei: he's really taking it hard. I want you, Une and Hilda to got to the CAFE in a half-hour. We have to cheer him up!
Two: Une: I have been studying all morning. What's up Wufei?
Wufei(sounding concern): Quatre is in the hospital!
Une(shocked): No way! What happened?
Wufei: I don't know!
Une: Is Heero and Duo all right?
Wufei(trying to sound cheerful):Yea. Look, Une. Trowa is taking it really hard. 'bout Quatre and all. I have invited Sally and Hilda to the Café for some tea! Can you. ..
Une(interrupting): Yes, I would. The poor man. he loves Quatre to pieces!
Wufei: Good!
to be continued...?