A losing plan

Chapter 9

"[Name]," Sally greeted warmly as you entered the med bay.

You blinked, not having expected her to be here.

"Sally," you greeted in return. "You seriously all alone in here?"

"Une thought it best if I took care of the locator. The less people know about this ..."

"Hn."

Wow, now even you were starting to grunt.

Sally blinked before she chuckled.

"I see Heero has been rubbing off on you."

"Considering I've only been around him for two days, I say that's ludicrous."

"If you say so," Sally chuckled lightly.

"Can you look at him first, though?" you questioned as you nodded towards Heero.

Sally's gaze moved towards him and she sighed, the sound only conveying years of suffering and repressed agitation.

"You're never going to learn," she muttered as she pointed towards a bed.

Heero grumbled something as he passed you and sat down. The scowl on his face only made you smile.

"Who did these?" Sally questioned as she poked and prodded Heero's wounds. The stitches at Heero's abdomen had torn further. The smile disappeared from your lips as you watched the blood slowly ooze from that wound. "I'll need to reapply them," Sally mused.

"It's fine the way it is," Heero commented dryly.

"Only you would claim it to be fine," Sally muttered as she shook her head.

"It'll be healed by the end of the week."

You frowned, unsure if you should even try to make a comment. Watching Sally and Heero arguing made you feel slightly uncomfortable. It reminded you of what you had missed these last four years.

"[Name]?"

You blinked, quickly realizing you had spaced out for a long period of time. Heero was already making his way towards a nearby chair while Sally motioned towards the bed. It was your time. You warily watched the syringe Sally took of a nearby tray.

"It's just some local anesthesia."

"Uhu."

You weren't big on syringes. Sally blinked, hesitated, and then sighed deeply.

"Still an irrational fear for needles."

"It isn't irrational," you sulked.

"Just lay down and look at the ceiling."

You did as she told you, though you couldn't quite relax. Each time Sally tried to approach with the syringe, you pulled away. She finally gave up and simply sighed, giving you a hard look.

"The ceiling is boring," you pointed out as excuse.

"You need to relax. If you don't, I will never get this done."

"Allow me," Heero muttered as he approached.

Sally remained silent, though her curiosity rose at the mere fact that Heero even proposed to help. You narrowed your eyes as Heero stopped near the head of the bed. His eyes briefly caught Sally's gaze before he looked down at you.

You weren't given much time to think of what he would do. The smug smirk warned you somewhat, but you still gasped in surprise when Heero simply leaned down and kissed you. You slowly relaxed the longer those skilful lips moved over your own. Your hands rose in their eagerness to delve into Heero's hair and hold him where he was. It was only the sharp prick of the needle entering your skin that you realized just what he was doing.