A Lonely Friend
By: Sandrock 6-2-00

    He sat up. His head hurt from hitting it earlier before he went to bed. “I’ve got to get to sleep, we have an appointment tomorrow.” He said aloud before pushing himself back down to sleep.
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    “Quatre....” He heard the voice calling him, he chose to ignore it.
“Quatre, c’mon we gotta go.” Someone whispered in his ear. It was Trowa.
He rolled over.
    “Ugh. I don’t wanna go!!” Quatre whined, while he looked into Trowa’s
eyes with hope he’d decide to not go to the doctor’s. He shuddered remembering why he had to go back. ~’Well, Mr.Winner, while we were reviewing the X-RAYS,I found a disturbing lump growing in your spinal cord. If you don’t mind we would like to run some tests to see what it is.’ The doctor told him with a very worried face on.~Well,Quatre agreed to getting the test after Trowa begged him to. Today was the day the test came back from the lab.
And just like before Quatre was scared and reluctant to get out of bed or move.
    “C’mon let’s go!” Trowa said pulling a half-naked Quatre out of
bed to get dressed and to be dragged onto the car.

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Trowa held Quatre’s hand as he felt tension mounting in the car. The
silence was intolerable. “Well, Quatre I’m sure its nothing.” Trowa
whispered as if it was a secret. He saw Quatre worried and started to stroke
his hair to make him feel better. Quatre pulled away. He knew that
Trowa was trying to make him feel better, but what was the point in
false hope? They pulled slowly into the doctor’s office’s parking lot.
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    “Well, Mr.Winner, things are not looking up for you. The lump in your back is fatal. We’re sorry.” His doctor told him sadly. Quatre was dumbfounded he knew it would be bad, but not that bad. It was Trowa who broke the silence once more.
    “How much longer?” The doctor seemed surprised by his question.
    “ A year and a half with out hospital treatment, but your gonna
need hospital care as soon as possible. I say in about two months you’ll need to be in the hospital.” Quatre started to cry. The doctor said everything so seriously it hurt. Trowa wrapped his arms around his blond haired friend.

    “It’ll be all right, I won’t leave you and you’ll have the best care.
I promise.”
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Three Months Later-

    Quatre felt his friend’s hand trace over his face. Trying to
remember every detail. Time was running out and he knew he’d be missed.
    “Well the guy’s said they’re sorry for not coming, but they don’t
want to remember you this way. They also said they’ll miss you and they love
you and goodbye.” Quatre turned his head to see Trowa crying. He took
Trowa’s hand and held it. Trowa noticed his hold wasn’t as tight as it
should be, it was weaker then a newborn’s. Trowa new it was time.
“Quatre, I love you.” As the words went from his mouth to his friend’s
ear, he felt the grip loosen. He saw just in time, Quatre’s head nod off.
Seconds later the machine next to him, that kept track of the patient’s
pulse, suddenly changed to a steady BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. Trowa fell forward and laid his hand on Quatre’s chest and whispered one last
goodbye.

Well? How was it? Do you believe I cried while thinking this story up?
Please email me and tell me whattcha think? Here’s my address-

msgwsandrockpilot@gurlmail.com

Thanx-
sandrock