Fire Mated Part 15
The next thing Quatre knew he was lying on the grass as a pair of light hands were holding his head, and wrapping a strip of something grainy across his head and over his hair. It itched. But at least the blood had been washed away from his eyes and he could actually make sense of the world around him. Everything had stopped spinning, instead his head had settled to a light thudding. He also recognized a small pain in his arm but it was very dulled. Pain killers?
Frowning he tried to sit up and managed a lot better then he had expected to. The hands left his head and he found he was surrounded by people in white uniforms... doctors.
"Duo!"
Jerking away from the people trying to help him he looked around in worry, his head spinning lightly. Where was Duo? What had happened after he'd gotten them out of the house?
A low moan answered him from not too far away and he looked in that direction, but only found it blocked by another man dressed in white.
"Your friend is fine," the unfamiliar man said lightly.
Quatre ignored him and shoved the man aside, pushing past him. He breathed a great sigh of relief as he found Duo lying in a low stretcher. His arm was bandaged tightly, a little red showing through the gauze, but not too much. A large bruise was forming on one side of his face, nearly giving him a black eye. But when his violet eyes met Quatre's he smiled weakly.
"I'm betting I'm not nearly in as good a shape as you," he choked out softly.
Quatre chuckled lightly. "Yeah, you're much worse."
"What happened?" Duo asked in an even softer voice.
Quatre turned to look at the house beyond them. The flames had spread to amazing heights, and now the house was being drenched with fire hoses, the firemen trying their best to quench the flames while there was still a house left to save.
"Hilde was..." Quatre stopped and took a step toward the house. "Is she still inside?!"
Duo sat up quickly on the stretcher and stared at the house, his hand clutching tightly at his chest. "Gone..." he whispered lightly, his voice taking on a very sad tone.
Quatre turned back. "Gone? What's gone?"
Duo opened his mouth to answer but only emitted a soft sob, tears forming at the edges of his eyes. Something about him at that moment made him look so young, like a child who'd come home to an empty house and found his parents had left him all alone.
Beyond them the water hoses put out the last of the flames and the firemen raced into the house. At the rate of their movement Quatre guessed they knew someone else was still in the house. How long had he been unconscious before they showed up? Was Hilde still alive? Could she have survived in the house for that long?
"There's a body!"
The cry echoed out from the house and both boys held their breaths, waiting for a response.
A moment later a fireman emerged, holding a limp body in his arms. From what Quatre could see the skin was burned badly around the legs but otherwise there weren't that many other severe burns. She seemed relatively all right save for the torn and burnt clothing; her brown hair wasn't even burnt.
Wait...
Brown hair?
Quatre shook his head and looked again, then was startled as beside him Duo jumped out of the stretcher and rushed across the grass on shaky legs. The braided and bandaged boy practically tackled the fireman, crying out hoarsely. All three of them tumbled to the ground as Duo wrapped his arms around the still body, holding it tightly in his arms.
Quatre took timid steps forward, barely believing his eyes.
Duo wasn't hugging the body of Hilde.
He was hugging the body of Heero.
Heero dressed in Hilde's burnt and torn clothes, but Heero none the less.
Hilde was no where to be found.
TBC...
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