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"Physical Therapy"Written By: Dùlin Fic # In the Thirty Kisses Arc Archive: This arc is archived on this site with permission. Do not reproduce it anywhere without permission. Pairing : 1x4x1, hints of 6x2x6 Fandom : Gundam Wing Theme: #18 – “say aah ...” Rating: PG-13 Warnings : angsty, humor, mentions of violence.
Fic #2 in the Bullet Arc. Sequel to #28 - Bulletproof. Disclaimer : Those yummy boys and girls belong
to Sunriseand Bandai. Which are not me.
"Physical Therapy" The door of the physical therapy room was pushed open so violently that it slammed into the wall, freezing both the therapist and Quatre on the spot. Sally stood on the doorstep with her hands on her hips and an incensed look on her face. “Get out !” she barked at the therapist, and the poor man all but fled the room without a word. Quatre was left standing there, arms braced on the bars and straining under the effort to keep himself upright. “What the hell do you think you’re doing ?” Sally asked him. Quatre blinked, and wisely did not answer. Sally glared at Heero, who was sitting on the bench next to the abandoned wheelchair. “And you ! Couldn’t you at least pretend to stop him when he’s acting like an idiot ?” Heero just looked back and shrugged, unimpressed. “Have you ever tried stopping him when he wants something ?” he said with the long-suffering look of someone who had tried and repeatedly failed. Sally smirked and turned around to face Quatre, crossing her arms on her chest. “As long as you’re in my hospital, you’re under my care and you’re my responsibility. So if you want to damage your spine more than it already is, be my guest. But don’t you dare bully my staff into doing it for you ! Are we clear on that ?” Quatre nodded, eyes wide. “Good,” Sally said. “Now get in that wheelchair. We’re going back to your room. No discussion !” she added when Quatre opened his mouth to object. “You’ve done more than enough for today. You need to rest.” Neither of them spoke as Heero pushed the wheelchair back to the room and helped Quatre onto his bed. Sally then took her stethoscope from around her neck, checked Quatre’s pulse, and asked for a new IV over the com system. Once she was satisfied that her patient was comfortable and properly medicated, she sat down in the chair next to Heero’s and hid her face in her hands. “I’m sorry ...” Quatre whispered. “But it’s just so ... frustrating to be stuck here. Zechs went home weeks ago, and I’m still ...” “Zechs is still on medical leave and Duo is monitoring him,” Sally interrupted. “He’s coming in regularly for us to check that the clot was a one-time occurrence and not something more serious, and his injuries were nowhere as extensive as yours.” Quatre bit his bottom lip and looked away, clearly upset
but unable to formulate it in a way that would make sense to her.
Heero caught one of his hand and started rubbing it gently with his
thumb. Sally had seen him do this a lot in the last weeks, both while
Quatre was unconscious and after he’d woken up. It took a bit
longer than the other times, but the tension slowly ebbed out of Quatre,
leaving only a cloud of misery and self-loathing that Sally had seen
in way too many patients. “No, of course not !” Quatre blurted out. Sally smiled and ruffled his hair gently. “I’m good at what I do, Quatre.” “I know,” Quatre said. “I trust you, and I’m sorry to be such a bother but I just ...” “If you do things my way, you can go back home as soon as your therapy program gets light enough. Deal ?” “Deal,” Quatre sighed. “Not like I have choice, anyway.” “Damn right you don’t have a choice,” Sally said smugly. “And you know, antagonizing me won’t get you a long way with me, but ass-kissing could. You might want to try that next time instead of scaring my staff into helping you destroy your health, okay ?” “I’ll try to remember that,” Quatre smiled. There was a soft knock on the door, and a nurse came in carrying a small plastic goblet with pills. “I’m bringing Mr. Winner’s pain medication and sleeping pills, Dr. Po,” she said. Quatre made a face. “Do I still need those ?” Sally frowned warningly at him. “Be a good boy and say ‘aaah’.”
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