Somehow, everything's gonna fall right into place
Day: 1
Characters: Quatre [ quatrew ], Trowa [
heavy_bangs ]
Summary: Two Pilots, one hallway.
Status: Incomplete/Closed
Being able to move his mouth without the feel of stitches was less of a comfort than Trowa would have thought it would be. It wasn't that he was upset that he was healed; the wound, after all, was just another weakness in the myriad of obstacles that had been placed in front of him and the other pilots. However, the lack of an injury only brought more questions, questions that Trowa did not have the resources to answer. He didn't even have the resources to begin to pry; there were no answers to the mystery that had been the previous hospital, and he was already thrown into a new one.
At least, it appeared, he was not alone. That thought alone was enough to get him to smirk slightly; he was still new to being grateful that others were with him. He wondered what had happened to Heero, but he shoved that thought to the back of his mind. More questions that he couldn't answer, not for himself, and not for anyone else.
When the doors opened, he went straight down the hall to look for his fellow pilots. He wanted to see for himself that they were all right, that all of this wasn't a delusion or a twisted hallucination. It appeared that Trowa was on the top floor, and neither that floor nor the floor below it seemed to be of any use to him, at the moment, although he was careful to note the layout, the similarities and the differences.
On the first floor, however, he caught the sound of a familiar voice as a door opened. Someone else exited; Trowa smiled softly. if the rooming on this floor was similar to the room that he had, then that meant that the familiar voice was now alone.
He stood outside of Quatre's door for a moment before lifting his hand to knock.
Characters: Quatre [ quatrew ], Trowa [
heavy_bangs ]
Summary: Two Pilots, one hallway.
Status: Incomplete/Closed
Being able to move his mouth without the feel of stitches was less of a comfort than Trowa would have thought it would be. It wasn't that he was upset that he was healed; the wound, after all, was just another weakness in the myriad of obstacles that had been placed in front of him and the other pilots. However, the lack of an injury only brought more questions, questions that Trowa did not have the resources to answer. He didn't even have the resources to begin to pry; there were no answers to the mystery that had been the previous hospital, and he was already thrown into a new one.
At least, it appeared, he was not alone. That thought alone was enough to get him to smirk slightly; he was still new to being grateful that others were with him. He wondered what had happened to Heero, but he shoved that thought to the back of his mind. More questions that he couldn't answer, not for himself, and not for anyone else.
When the doors opened, he went straight down the hall to look for his fellow pilots. He wanted to see for himself that they were all right, that all of this wasn't a delusion or a twisted hallucination. It appeared that Trowa was on the top floor, and neither that floor nor the floor below it seemed to be of any use to him, at the moment, although he was careful to note the layout, the similarities and the differences.
On the first floor, however, he caught the sound of a familiar voice as a door opened. Someone else exited; Trowa smiled softly. if the rooming on this floor was similar to the room that he had, then that meant that the familiar voice was now alone.
He stood outside of Quatre's door for a moment before lifting his hand to knock.