Summer Camp Week 5 [Quiet Celebration 2]
Due to a review that I received at ff.net I've continued Quiet Celebration I hope you enjoy!
A huge thank you to Adaon for talking the fic out with me, thanks for all your suggestions!!
Title: Quiet Celebration 2
Prompt: Fireworks
Show: Gundam Wing
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Heero/Relena Sally and Trowa
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Gundam Wing
Sally stepped up to the hospital room door, and felt a relieved smile break out on her face, it had been four days since the car accident. And by the position of the two sleeping on the bed the doctor knew Heero had woken up. She reached for the handle and let herself in immediately hearing that oh so reassuring heart monitor.
Relena’s eyes blinked open at the sound of the door and Sally offered her a brief smile. On the one hand the doctor was a little irritated at not being told right away that Heero had woken up; but on the other she could understand why Relena hadn’t called her. Sally walked over to the side of Heero’s bed, and looked down at her patient.
“How long was he awake for?” she asked lifting his left hand checking his pulse.
Relena sat up gently lowering Heero’s right arm beside his body, “Maybe fifteen minutes?” she speculated.
If this had been any other patient Sally wouldn’t have expected him to wake for perhaps eight to nine days. His body had gone through a great deal stress, she was amazed Heero had remained conscious as long as he had; what with blood loss and the concussion. “And how long ago was that?” she continued raising Heero’s arm so she could lift the blankets folding them across his chest to expose his bandaged stomach and side.
“Ummm…” through the corner of the doctor’s eye she saw Relena glance towards the clock, “I think four hours ago…” she trailed off attention returning to Heero as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Sally nodded as she pulled back the bandage so she could get a look the wound that had nearly taken Heero’s life. Relena didn’t know yet, but Heero had flat lined on the way to the hospital, his body just giving up on them. They’d managed to pull him back from the edge though it had been a tense couple of minutes. Sally placed her hand gently on his side near to the neatly stitched wound. She’d been seriously worried about Heero making it through the surgery but his vitals had jump as soon as they got a few liters of blood into him.
“Is something wrong?” Relena asked leaning carefully across Heero’s body trying to see the wound.
“He’s a little warm,” she confessed pressing the bandage back in place, before pressing her palm to Heero’s forehead to confirm his fever. Sally stepped away from the bed to where a medicine cart had been brought into the room, and quickly removed an IV bag of antibiotics.
“Is he going to be alright?”
The doctor came back over to the bed, offering Relena what she knew would be a reassuring smile. “This isn’t unusual for post surgery patients,” she informed, quickly hooking up the IV and adding it to the flow of all the other fluids. With that taken care of Sally returned her attention to Heero, continuing her examination by checking the stitches from his surgery. There had been a lot of internal damage to repair. She could still feel Relena’s worried eyes following her every move, removing the buds of her stethoscope the doctor looked back up at Relena. “His lungs sound clear,” she explained and reached out a hand to rest it on Relena’s shoulder, “So far it’s all good.”
“He looks so pale,” Relena said softly.
“So do you,” Sally countered immediately; “You really need to get some proper rest.”
Relena shook her head, “I promised him I’d be here when he woke up.”
“And wouldn’t it be nice to be awake for that?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, “Relena I’m going to have to insist, use the room next door.”
“But…” Relena said rather weakly.
“Don’t force me to sedate you,” Sally said moving to usher Relena from the room. “Natural sleep will be best right now.” She reached around the protesting princess to open the door, “Yes I’ll come and get you if he wakes up,” was her last words before pushing Relena out the door, convinced she would get some rest in the next room.
Closing the door again Sally turned back to her patient, and made her way over. Slowly she checked all the wiring leading to his chest, then the tubes. Behind her the door opened, and Sally straightened, “A two minute power nap doesn’t count.”
“I take what sleep I can get,” Trowa spoke up.
Sally turned suddenly surprised to see the former pilot, “What took you so long?”
“Had a hard time finding a shuttle,” he replied deadpan, “How is he?”
“Holding his own,” she began, “He lost a kidney in the crash, and he’s started running a fever,” Sally continued she hadn’t told Relena that, the last thing the needed was to cause her even more worry. The doctor finishing her exam by making sure his catheter was still in place. “He woke once and Relena was there for him. I’d have to say all things considered he’s doing well.”
Trowa stepped around the bed, leaning down to look at the collection bag, “I think we have a problem here,” he said, raising the bag which was holding brown urine.
“His kidney is failing,” Sally sighed head dropping eyes sweeping across Heero’s body.
“You don’t sound surprised,” Trowa commented, returning the bag.
Sally drew in a breath, “There was a lot of internal bleeding, and his kidney took a good deal of damage. I’d hoped that it could recover, but I was also prepared for it not too.”
“Alright so we need to find him a kidney,” the former pilot said as though it were the simplest thing in the world.
“I’ll make the call,” she said making her way to the phone, “We need to get him dialysis right away.”
***
Heero made his way out of the darkness for what he was felt was the second time. It was easier this time around, not exactly like waking from a good night sleep, but no longer clawing his way back from near death. Opening cobalt eyes Heero took in his surroundings, the first thing he noticed was that Relena was no longer with him. His body attempted to leap forward in the bed; he needed to make sure she was alright.
“Easy there,” Trowa’s voice spoke seconds before the former pilot came into view. Heero relaxed immediately when he saw his friend.
“Where’s Relena?” he asked head turning on the pillow to see Sally standing at the night stand, she was talking softly on the phone.
Trowa’s hand squeezed Heero’s arm drawing his attention back, “Sally forced her to get some sleep in the next room.”
“When did you get here?” Heero asked looking up into Trowa’s one visible emerald eye, “Did Sally call you in?”
“Naturally,” Trowa nodded.
“Must be worse than it feels….” Heero muttered looking down at himself left hand reaching to lift the edge of the sheets, but Trowa reached across taking hold of Heero’s left hand. “She wouldn’t have called in my proxy if it wasn’t serious,” the former pilot stated, “How bad?”
Sally cleared her throat, now off the phone she stood opposite Trowa, “Your kidney is failing.”
Heero considered that for a moment, “I lost the other in the crash?” as if on cue he felt the pain spark in his side. His dry throat began to itch, and before he could stop himself he began to cough, each breath pulling at his side and stomach all the more.
“Here,” Trowa’s voice seemed almost in his ear, and when Heero could pry open his eye he found out why. The former Heavyarms pilot was bent over the bed holding a cup with a straw sticking out of it right in front of Heero’s lips. He took several slow sips feeling the cold water travel down his throat; it was soothing.
“We’re going to need to find you a kidney,” Sally said flatly drawing Heero’s eyes back to her.
“Relena doesn’t know does she?”
Sally shook her head, “We weren’t sure your kidney would fail, and the last thing she needed was something more to worry about.” The doctor ran a hand down her face, “We’ve listed you--”
“Not ahead of anyone,” Heero stated quickly.
“Don’t worry over that,” she told him with a wan smile, and he knew immediately he’d been jumped further a head than he should have, if he was just a regular guy.
“How long before we have to tell her?” the former pilot asked cobalt eyes flickering between Trowa and Sally.
“Heero it’s going to be hard to hide from her…” she trailed off when there was a knock on the door.
Trowa’s touch on his arm brought his attention back and he looked up to his friend only to see the former pilot had sat himself down in the chair Relena had been sleeping in. “How’re you feeing?”
“Alright,” he said to brush the question aside.
“One thing I’m afraid you won’t be for a while,” Sally commented as she came around the bed wheeling a machine. Without being asked Trowa moved out of her way.
“You’re optimism is comforting,” Heero told her dryly.
Sally looked down at him with a smile, “Says the realist,” she winked, but Heero could see her worry, she was hiding it amazingly well. No doubt the training she’d received as a doctor made the difference. “I’m going to need your right arm, Heero,” she said gently taking the afore mentioned limb. “Trowa in the third drawer of that cart is a kit will you bring it too me?”
The tall man nodded mutely as he made his way over to the cart.
“You’ll be on dialysis until we can find you a kidney, and this is why I think it’ll be hard to keep this from Relena,” she explained gesturing to the dialysis machine. Accepting the kit from Trowa, she placed it next to Heero’s arm and flipped it open “I need to do some blood work.”
Heero watched as Sally began taking several vials of blood, “I’m no longer producing blood cells,” he pointed out, feeling foolish for saying it. It was a fact Sally would have known far better than he.
She nodded her head, “We can give you another transfusion if necessary,” she assured, before Sally began rubbing iodine over parts of his forearm. With quick medical precession Sally connected his vein and artery to the dialysis machine, and turned it on. “Just relax, this’ll take several hours,” she cautioned gathering up her supplies and the vials of his blood.
“I’ll stay here,” Trowa assured.
“That’s not necessary,” Heero pointed out, he wouldn’t mind a little time on his own, hack the system see who he was over stepping at everyone else’s request.
Trowa shook his head, “I just got here,” he pulled the chair closer to the head of Heero’s bed settling back in it. “Besides this is a lot to take in,” he commented softly.
The Japanese man looked down at his body, wires and tubes ran every which way, they weren’t keeping him alive which was something at least. “I can handle this,” he stated flatly, returning his eyes to Trowa.
“Only because you’re not actually thinking about it,” his friend commented, emerald eye piercing Heero.
“I don’t want Relena to know,” he said again, ignoring what Trowa had said.
“Heero you have to realize she’s going to find out,” Trowa said sounding less than happy about it.
“I will not accept anything from her!” he stressed raising himself from the bed on his left arm. “It’s the first thing she’ll do,” for the purpose of guarding Relena he knew her blood type as well as all other important information
Trowa nodded in understanding, “Can’t blame her though.” The former pilot reached out a hand to rest on the center of Heero’s chest.
“Listen to me Trowa,” Heero breathed letting his body fall back against the bed, “I do not want it!”
“Alright,” Trowa returned, “I hear you, but she’s not going to be happy about it.”
Heero drew in a breath, his eyes falling closed exhaustion overwhelming him, “She’ll live…”
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!
A huge thank you to Adaon for talking the fic out with me, thanks for all your suggestions!!
Title: Quiet Celebration 2
Prompt: Fireworks
Show: Gundam Wing
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Heero/Relena Sally and Trowa
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Gundam Wing
Sally stepped up to the hospital room door, and felt a relieved smile break out on her face, it had been four days since the car accident. And by the position of the two sleeping on the bed the doctor knew Heero had woken up. She reached for the handle and let herself in immediately hearing that oh so reassuring heart monitor.
Relena’s eyes blinked open at the sound of the door and Sally offered her a brief smile. On the one hand the doctor was a little irritated at not being told right away that Heero had woken up; but on the other she could understand why Relena hadn’t called her. Sally walked over to the side of Heero’s bed, and looked down at her patient.
“How long was he awake for?” she asked lifting his left hand checking his pulse.
Relena sat up gently lowering Heero’s right arm beside his body, “Maybe fifteen minutes?” she speculated.
If this had been any other patient Sally wouldn’t have expected him to wake for perhaps eight to nine days. His body had gone through a great deal stress, she was amazed Heero had remained conscious as long as he had; what with blood loss and the concussion. “And how long ago was that?” she continued raising Heero’s arm so she could lift the blankets folding them across his chest to expose his bandaged stomach and side.
“Ummm…” through the corner of the doctor’s eye she saw Relena glance towards the clock, “I think four hours ago…” she trailed off attention returning to Heero as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Sally nodded as she pulled back the bandage so she could get a look the wound that had nearly taken Heero’s life. Relena didn’t know yet, but Heero had flat lined on the way to the hospital, his body just giving up on them. They’d managed to pull him back from the edge though it had been a tense couple of minutes. Sally placed her hand gently on his side near to the neatly stitched wound. She’d been seriously worried about Heero making it through the surgery but his vitals had jump as soon as they got a few liters of blood into him.
“Is something wrong?” Relena asked leaning carefully across Heero’s body trying to see the wound.
“He’s a little warm,” she confessed pressing the bandage back in place, before pressing her palm to Heero’s forehead to confirm his fever. Sally stepped away from the bed to where a medicine cart had been brought into the room, and quickly removed an IV bag of antibiotics.
“Is he going to be alright?”
The doctor came back over to the bed, offering Relena what she knew would be a reassuring smile. “This isn’t unusual for post surgery patients,” she informed, quickly hooking up the IV and adding it to the flow of all the other fluids. With that taken care of Sally returned her attention to Heero, continuing her examination by checking the stitches from his surgery. There had been a lot of internal damage to repair. She could still feel Relena’s worried eyes following her every move, removing the buds of her stethoscope the doctor looked back up at Relena. “His lungs sound clear,” she explained and reached out a hand to rest it on Relena’s shoulder, “So far it’s all good.”
“He looks so pale,” Relena said softly.
“So do you,” Sally countered immediately; “You really need to get some proper rest.”
Relena shook her head, “I promised him I’d be here when he woke up.”
“And wouldn’t it be nice to be awake for that?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, “Relena I’m going to have to insist, use the room next door.”
“But…” Relena said rather weakly.
“Don’t force me to sedate you,” Sally said moving to usher Relena from the room. “Natural sleep will be best right now.” She reached around the protesting princess to open the door, “Yes I’ll come and get you if he wakes up,” was her last words before pushing Relena out the door, convinced she would get some rest in the next room.
Closing the door again Sally turned back to her patient, and made her way over. Slowly she checked all the wiring leading to his chest, then the tubes. Behind her the door opened, and Sally straightened, “A two minute power nap doesn’t count.”
“I take what sleep I can get,” Trowa spoke up.
Sally turned suddenly surprised to see the former pilot, “What took you so long?”
“Had a hard time finding a shuttle,” he replied deadpan, “How is he?”
“Holding his own,” she began, “He lost a kidney in the crash, and he’s started running a fever,” Sally continued she hadn’t told Relena that, the last thing the needed was to cause her even more worry. The doctor finishing her exam by making sure his catheter was still in place. “He woke once and Relena was there for him. I’d have to say all things considered he’s doing well.”
Trowa stepped around the bed, leaning down to look at the collection bag, “I think we have a problem here,” he said, raising the bag which was holding brown urine.
“His kidney is failing,” Sally sighed head dropping eyes sweeping across Heero’s body.
“You don’t sound surprised,” Trowa commented, returning the bag.
Sally drew in a breath, “There was a lot of internal bleeding, and his kidney took a good deal of damage. I’d hoped that it could recover, but I was also prepared for it not too.”
“Alright so we need to find him a kidney,” the former pilot said as though it were the simplest thing in the world.
“I’ll make the call,” she said making her way to the phone, “We need to get him dialysis right away.”
***
Heero made his way out of the darkness for what he was felt was the second time. It was easier this time around, not exactly like waking from a good night sleep, but no longer clawing his way back from near death. Opening cobalt eyes Heero took in his surroundings, the first thing he noticed was that Relena was no longer with him. His body attempted to leap forward in the bed; he needed to make sure she was alright.
“Easy there,” Trowa’s voice spoke seconds before the former pilot came into view. Heero relaxed immediately when he saw his friend.
“Where’s Relena?” he asked head turning on the pillow to see Sally standing at the night stand, she was talking softly on the phone.
Trowa’s hand squeezed Heero’s arm drawing his attention back, “Sally forced her to get some sleep in the next room.”
“When did you get here?” Heero asked looking up into Trowa’s one visible emerald eye, “Did Sally call you in?”
“Naturally,” Trowa nodded.
“Must be worse than it feels….” Heero muttered looking down at himself left hand reaching to lift the edge of the sheets, but Trowa reached across taking hold of Heero’s left hand. “She wouldn’t have called in my proxy if it wasn’t serious,” the former pilot stated, “How bad?”
Sally cleared her throat, now off the phone she stood opposite Trowa, “Your kidney is failing.”
Heero considered that for a moment, “I lost the other in the crash?” as if on cue he felt the pain spark in his side. His dry throat began to itch, and before he could stop himself he began to cough, each breath pulling at his side and stomach all the more.
“Here,” Trowa’s voice seemed almost in his ear, and when Heero could pry open his eye he found out why. The former Heavyarms pilot was bent over the bed holding a cup with a straw sticking out of it right in front of Heero’s lips. He took several slow sips feeling the cold water travel down his throat; it was soothing.
“We’re going to need to find you a kidney,” Sally said flatly drawing Heero’s eyes back to her.
“Relena doesn’t know does she?”
Sally shook her head, “We weren’t sure your kidney would fail, and the last thing she needed was something more to worry about.” The doctor ran a hand down her face, “We’ve listed you--”
“Not ahead of anyone,” Heero stated quickly.
“Don’t worry over that,” she told him with a wan smile, and he knew immediately he’d been jumped further a head than he should have, if he was just a regular guy.
“How long before we have to tell her?” the former pilot asked cobalt eyes flickering between Trowa and Sally.
“Heero it’s going to be hard to hide from her…” she trailed off when there was a knock on the door.
Trowa’s touch on his arm brought his attention back and he looked up to his friend only to see the former pilot had sat himself down in the chair Relena had been sleeping in. “How’re you feeing?”
“Alright,” he said to brush the question aside.
“One thing I’m afraid you won’t be for a while,” Sally commented as she came around the bed wheeling a machine. Without being asked Trowa moved out of her way.
“You’re optimism is comforting,” Heero told her dryly.
Sally looked down at him with a smile, “Says the realist,” she winked, but Heero could see her worry, she was hiding it amazingly well. No doubt the training she’d received as a doctor made the difference. “I’m going to need your right arm, Heero,” she said gently taking the afore mentioned limb. “Trowa in the third drawer of that cart is a kit will you bring it too me?”
The tall man nodded mutely as he made his way over to the cart.
“You’ll be on dialysis until we can find you a kidney, and this is why I think it’ll be hard to keep this from Relena,” she explained gesturing to the dialysis machine. Accepting the kit from Trowa, she placed it next to Heero’s arm and flipped it open “I need to do some blood work.”
Heero watched as Sally began taking several vials of blood, “I’m no longer producing blood cells,” he pointed out, feeling foolish for saying it. It was a fact Sally would have known far better than he.
She nodded her head, “We can give you another transfusion if necessary,” she assured, before Sally began rubbing iodine over parts of his forearm. With quick medical precession Sally connected his vein and artery to the dialysis machine, and turned it on. “Just relax, this’ll take several hours,” she cautioned gathering up her supplies and the vials of his blood.
“I’ll stay here,” Trowa assured.
“That’s not necessary,” Heero pointed out, he wouldn’t mind a little time on his own, hack the system see who he was over stepping at everyone else’s request.
Trowa shook his head, “I just got here,” he pulled the chair closer to the head of Heero’s bed settling back in it. “Besides this is a lot to take in,” he commented softly.
The Japanese man looked down at his body, wires and tubes ran every which way, they weren’t keeping him alive which was something at least. “I can handle this,” he stated flatly, returning his eyes to Trowa.
“Only because you’re not actually thinking about it,” his friend commented, emerald eye piercing Heero.
“I don’t want Relena to know,” he said again, ignoring what Trowa had said.
“Heero you have to realize she’s going to find out,” Trowa said sounding less than happy about it.
“I will not accept anything from her!” he stressed raising himself from the bed on his left arm. “It’s the first thing she’ll do,” for the purpose of guarding Relena he knew her blood type as well as all other important information
Trowa nodded in understanding, “Can’t blame her though.” The former pilot reached out a hand to rest on the center of Heero’s chest.
“Listen to me Trowa,” Heero breathed letting his body fall back against the bed, “I do not want it!”
“Alright,” Trowa returned, “I hear you, but she’s not going to be happy about it.”
Heero drew in a breath, his eyes falling closed exhaustion overwhelming him, “She’ll live…”
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed!