Hidden Part 4
There were specks of brownish-red across the back of his hand. He must've missed them when he'd rinsed his hands earlier. Quatre scrubbed absently at the marks and tried to focus on Noin. Not that she was saying anything that he hadn't already heard. By the time the Preventers had shown up his Magunacs had already taken the men from the car into custody and had started questioning them. Noin had made a token protest, but they both knew that it didn't matter who did the questioning- as long as someone got answers.
"What it comes down to is that we still don't know who hired them. They were hired through intermediaries- maybe even more than one." Quatre cut in when Noin took a breath.
"It seems that way. We'll follow up what they tell us- maybe we'll get something that way- but I doubt it." Noin frowned at him. "You were damn lucky tonight, you know that right? If they'd managed a direct hit-"
"But they didn't." Before she could argue further, someone tapped on the office door.
"It's me." Sally poked her head inside. "Can I join the meeting?"
"Only if you have news-" Quatre started and Sally stepped all the way in.
"Of course I do. Thanks to your med facilities here and what we had in the MedVan, we got Trowa stabilized. He lost a lot of blood and got quite a knock on the head. We stopped the bleeding, got him hooked up to the regen and gave him a dose or two. He should be up and about in about 24 hours or so." Sally smiled sweetly. "But do be a little more careful with him, okay? He won't be a hundred percent for a few days."
Quatre nearly snapped at her that he'd tried to be careful with Trowa. Hadn't he wanted the damn man brought here right from the airport? If Trowa hadn't been so damn stubborn- but then his eyes caught that array of red-brown spots on his hand.
There had been so much blood... the suit jacket that he'd hastily pulled off and clapped onto Trowa's shoulder had turned red almost immediately... and Trowa had already been bleeding from all the small cuts he'd gotten when the window had broken. At least the Magunacs had shown up almost immediately and surrounded the other car- so he'd been able to focus on the man underneath his hands.
When Trowa had opened his eyes, Quatre was relieved- if he was awake it couldn't be too bad- and he'd spoken, asked the right sort of questions... but then... he'd looked up, right at Quatre, his eyes dazed and unfocused... and...
It was like a flood, stopping his breath, nearly drowning him- that wave of love and desire and need... and behind it, the feeling of joy- that here, at the end, such a thing didn't have to be hidden anymore...
How had he ever thought that Trowa didn't feel strongly about anything? He'd been hiding it, damn him- hiding it for years- and how had he done it?
And why? Why hadn't he ever....
"Quatre?" He blinked and found the two women regarding him with concern.
"I'm sorry," he said and shook himself. "It's been a long night-"
"It has." Sally nodded and took a hold of Noin's arm. "Why don't you head to bed? Noin and I will return to HQ and report in. Trowa should be okay until I can come back out to see him tomorrow."
"All right."
"You don't have any plans for tomorrow?" Noin asked sharply.
"No," Quatre managed a smile. "Trowa had my assistant reschedule all my meetings. I won't leave the house tomorrow, I promise."
After a few more words, Sally and Noin bid him goodnight and left him alone. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He needed sleep- it had been hours since the attack- but he had to do something first.
Getting up, he made his way out of his office and down towards the small med facilities that he'd had installed in the back of the house. Trowa was stretched out on the tiny cot, several machines humming beside him. His eyes were closed, his breathing even- and even in the dim lights of the room, Quatre could see that his color was better.
Quatre studied him for a moment and sighed. It wasn't a good thing to do- he knew it wasn't- but... he needed some answers. Reaching out, he gently placed his hand on Trowa's chest, right over his heart- and looked...
A few minutes later, he pulled away and regarded the still figure on the bed with a frown. "What am I going to do with you....?"
TBC...
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