chewing... uh... paws?
Sep. 12th, 2008 10:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lavandarlizard2Not gonna have anything but stumps left by Sunday. >_>
So, I'll just spam everyone. ^___^
Wheels
“Talk to me, Heero.”
“Nothing to talk about, Quatre.”
“He’s too cheerful…”
“Were you not listening to him? He’s making the best of a… bad situation.”
“Bad?! Heero, he’s paralyzed! This Pollyanna stuff is unnatural for him! He should be screaming the heavens down! He should be threatening mayhem against the very gods!”
Heero leaned against the ‘vunk’, regarding his friend with exasperation. “He’s done that, Quatre. The second day we were home; he dropped something and couldn’t reach it. I could hear him swearing clear out in the garage. I almost injured myself getting inside and up the stairs; I thought he’d hurt himself. He was sprawled out on the bedroom floor throwing a tantrum. Pounding with his fists, and banging his head on the floor like a child and just shrieking. The cat was under the bed and wouldn’t come out; the dog was trying to lick his face. When I grabbed him, he pounded on me for a while. Finally, he just started crying and couldn’t stop. Kept insisting that I should leave him for someone ‘whole’.”
Quatre opened his mouth, but Heero over-rode him. “He’s not in denial, Quatre; he’s dealing with what he’s been handed. This is his life now. I can’t believe you’d rather see him hiding in his room or drinking himself to death.”
“I don’t want that for him, Heero! I just want to know he’s being realistic!”
“He’s absolutely being realistic! This is his reality! He’s paralyzed, but his other injuries are healed. He still has his brain, his experience, his considerable talent! Une wants him back on the job to do analysis and intel. Wufei has asked him to be the best man at his wedding. He’s determined to upgrade the general purpose wheelchair, both for his benefit and for other people. Just because he can’t walk doesn’t mean his life has no purpose. If Trowa fell off the wire one day and wound up in the same situation, would you want him to be a moping drunk over it?”
“Of course not! But Duo has always been so… so… physical.” How utterly frustrating! He did *not* want to see Duo miserable, but this relentless good cheer pushed every anxiety button he had. This was Duo! He should not be taking this so calmly! But what could he say? “Heero… I… I’m… Oh, fuck! What if he’s just pretending? What if it all comes crashing down?”
Heero regarded the blond curiously. “Quatre… This isn’t your fault,” he said gently and watched the color drain from Quatre’s face.
The man slumped against the low wall. “Heero, really-!” But Heero interrupted.
“This isn’t a result of not caring enough. It is what it is; a spinal injury that is currently unfixable. All we can do now is wait for technology to advance.”
Quatre stared up at him, aqua eyes wide, and just… fell apart. “I promised him,” he whispered, eyes filling. “I promised him they’d *fix* it. I *promised*! And… and… it was a lie…”
Heero wrapped him in a one-armed hug. “Damn, Winner; you’re still apologizing for no air in space, aren’t you!”
“But I promised him…”
Heero rolled his eyes. Crap. Nobody in the world could do guilt the way Quatre Winner did guilt.
“Baka. Duo was sound asleep when you told him that, and even if he wasn’t, do you think he’d hold you to something so ridiculous? He’s a big boy, Quat; the wild child is all grown up now. He’s handling it… *we’re* handling it.” He let go of the wibbling Winner, relieved that he seemed to be getting himself back under control. “Don’t you trust me to watch his back?”
“Of course I do!” snapped Quatre.
“Then don’t you dare fall apart in front of him,” Heero warned sternly. “I will castrate you and hand your balls to Trowa, if you get Duo upset just because you feel guilty for some irrational reason.”
Quatre drew himself up indignantly. “Heero! I would never do that to him! That’s why I wanted to talk to *you*!”
“Just making my position clear…” Heero growled.
“Well… message received,” Quatre acknowledged a bit petulantly after a moment. “You don’t really think I’d do that to Duo, do you? Am I that transparent?” he wondered.
“I expect not; I’m just a little hypersensitive these days.”
“Well, that’s good! Yes; Duo needs you to watch his back… just… you know… in case?”
Heero smirked at him. “So, no more worrying about his mental state. He’s coping very well under the circumstances. Want to check out the vunk?”
Quatre blinked. “Oh, absolutely! I’ve never seen a vehicle with hand controls before; I’m curious to see how they do it.”
“This is Duo’s ride, so I doubt if it’s at all indicative of the normal type of hand controls, but he’s having fun.”
So, I'll just spam everyone. ^___^
Wheels
“Talk to me, Heero.”
“Nothing to talk about, Quatre.”
“He’s too cheerful…”
“Were you not listening to him? He’s making the best of a… bad situation.”
“Bad?! Heero, he’s paralyzed! This Pollyanna stuff is unnatural for him! He should be screaming the heavens down! He should be threatening mayhem against the very gods!”
Heero leaned against the ‘vunk’, regarding his friend with exasperation. “He’s done that, Quatre. The second day we were home; he dropped something and couldn’t reach it. I could hear him swearing clear out in the garage. I almost injured myself getting inside and up the stairs; I thought he’d hurt himself. He was sprawled out on the bedroom floor throwing a tantrum. Pounding with his fists, and banging his head on the floor like a child and just shrieking. The cat was under the bed and wouldn’t come out; the dog was trying to lick his face. When I grabbed him, he pounded on me for a while. Finally, he just started crying and couldn’t stop. Kept insisting that I should leave him for someone ‘whole’.”
Quatre opened his mouth, but Heero over-rode him. “He’s not in denial, Quatre; he’s dealing with what he’s been handed. This is his life now. I can’t believe you’d rather see him hiding in his room or drinking himself to death.”
“I don’t want that for him, Heero! I just want to know he’s being realistic!”
“He’s absolutely being realistic! This is his reality! He’s paralyzed, but his other injuries are healed. He still has his brain, his experience, his considerable talent! Une wants him back on the job to do analysis and intel. Wufei has asked him to be the best man at his wedding. He’s determined to upgrade the general purpose wheelchair, both for his benefit and for other people. Just because he can’t walk doesn’t mean his life has no purpose. If Trowa fell off the wire one day and wound up in the same situation, would you want him to be a moping drunk over it?”
“Of course not! But Duo has always been so… so… physical.” How utterly frustrating! He did *not* want to see Duo miserable, but this relentless good cheer pushed every anxiety button he had. This was Duo! He should not be taking this so calmly! But what could he say? “Heero… I… I’m… Oh, fuck! What if he’s just pretending? What if it all comes crashing down?”
Heero regarded the blond curiously. “Quatre… This isn’t your fault,” he said gently and watched the color drain from Quatre’s face.
The man slumped against the low wall. “Heero, really-!” But Heero interrupted.
“This isn’t a result of not caring enough. It is what it is; a spinal injury that is currently unfixable. All we can do now is wait for technology to advance.”
Quatre stared up at him, aqua eyes wide, and just… fell apart. “I promised him,” he whispered, eyes filling. “I promised him they’d *fix* it. I *promised*! And… and… it was a lie…”
Heero wrapped him in a one-armed hug. “Damn, Winner; you’re still apologizing for no air in space, aren’t you!”
“But I promised him…”
Heero rolled his eyes. Crap. Nobody in the world could do guilt the way Quatre Winner did guilt.
“Baka. Duo was sound asleep when you told him that, and even if he wasn’t, do you think he’d hold you to something so ridiculous? He’s a big boy, Quat; the wild child is all grown up now. He’s handling it… *we’re* handling it.” He let go of the wibbling Winner, relieved that he seemed to be getting himself back under control. “Don’t you trust me to watch his back?”
“Of course I do!” snapped Quatre.
“Then don’t you dare fall apart in front of him,” Heero warned sternly. “I will castrate you and hand your balls to Trowa, if you get Duo upset just because you feel guilty for some irrational reason.”
Quatre drew himself up indignantly. “Heero! I would never do that to him! That’s why I wanted to talk to *you*!”
“Just making my position clear…” Heero growled.
“Well… message received,” Quatre acknowledged a bit petulantly after a moment. “You don’t really think I’d do that to Duo, do you? Am I that transparent?” he wondered.
“I expect not; I’m just a little hypersensitive these days.”
“Well, that’s good! Yes; Duo needs you to watch his back… just… you know… in case?”
Heero smirked at him. “So, no more worrying about his mental state. He’s coping very well under the circumstances. Want to check out the vunk?”
Quatre blinked. “Oh, absolutely! I’ve never seen a vehicle with hand controls before; I’m curious to see how they do it.”
“This is Duo’s ride, so I doubt if it’s at all indicative of the normal type of hand controls, but he’s having fun.”
