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Institutionalized Part 5

The nurse smiles at me, takes my cups, and walks away. After she's moved on to the next patient, I reach into my mouth and take the pill out from under my tongue. I palm it as I walk to the bathroom and toss it into the toilet.

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The rest of the day, I decide to spend by myself, not to say that there's much of a day left anyway. Heero's been put in seclusion after he refused to sit for time out. He started fighting and threw one of the large pink plastic chairs through the nurses' station window. He must be pretty strong, because I think that's bullet-proof, plexiglass stuff; the unbreakable type.

When I'd left the bathroom after disposing of my meds, all I saw was a large, protruding chair from the window before I got shuffled off to my room and away from all the commotion. I'd whispered to Wufei across the hall, and he informed me of what happened.

Now, here I sit, carving my initials into the headboard of my bed with a pushpin I found under a chair in the living room. 'D. M.', I carve. I decide to write out my name, Duo Maxwell, underneath. There. Much better.

It's so easy to get bored in a place like this, with nothing to do, no one to talk to. I doubt Heero'd want to talk to me now, anyway. He seemed pretty pissed at me before he'd got taken away for that stupid time out.

I feel tired now, like there's something weighing down my shoulders. Something tangible. I close my eyes and try my best to fall asleep.

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A quick knock sounds on my door before it's opened and a plump-faced nurse sticks her head in. "You can come out now, sweetie." Why do they all call me sweetie? Am I the only one they call sweetie around here, or is it everyone?

I rise from my bed and wearily rub at my eyes. I must have gotten a little bit of sleep. I've got the feeling that I've been asleep for half an hour, tops, and I hate it. It feels like I'm a piece of shit that's been stepped on and squished, not that I really know how a piece of shit feels, I'm just assuming it feels similar.

As I walk down the long hallway and make my way into the meeting room, I see Quatre and Trowa out of the corner of my eye. They're huddled together around some papers and seem to be in deep conversation. I ignore this fact and stride over to bother them.

"Hi, guys. How's it going?" They stare at me as though I'm out of place. Maybe they're upset about me flicking off the tv earlier.

"Fine. Umm...you're friends with Heero, right?" Quatre says, as he shuffles the papers into a neat pile and hands them to Trowa, who takes them and sets them on a nearby table.

Friends. Yeah right. "I wouldn't exactly call us friends...we're okay, I guess, but...why do you ask?"

Quatre eyes Trowa, who smirks at him in return. "You don't know? Heero escaped earlier. Didn't you hear all the noise out here about half an hour ago?"

Dammit. I go to sleep for a little while and I miss all the action. "No. I was asleep."

"Well, Heero's gone," Wufei popped up from, seemingly, out of nowhere, and stood beside me. "He'll probably be back in no time. They always catch those little runaways."

I smirk at this and wrap my arm around Wufei's shoulder, ignoring the no physical contact rule. "Well, you don't know Heero that well, do you? I bet he's long gone by now. They'll never catch him."

Wufei decides to laugh in my face at this, so that I can smell his lunch still on his breath, and pushes my arm from his shoulder. "Geez, you really are knew to these places, aren't you. *No one* ever escapes a mental facility. Especially not this one. There's no way anyone can get very far on foot. Even your precious Heero Yuy."

I sneer at him and set myself down into a pink plastic chair. I pull my braid around from behind me and chew on it absentmindedly. Wufei shrugs and walks away, but Quatre and Trowa remain in the chairs beside me, staring blankly. They must be waiting for me to say something. I've never been one to let a person down.

"What do you guys think?"

Trowa shrugs at me, "I think they'll catch him. Wufei's right." Quatre seems to not care to answer. Either that, or he has no opinion in the matter.

"Well..." A thought begins to form in my head. The very beginnings of the stirrings of a thought of a plan begin to brew. "we'll just wait and see..." Yeah. You tell 'em, Duo. Heero'll make it.

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As I'm playing chess wtih Wufei in the tv room, I hear some large amounts of commotion, not to mention a lot of screaming, out in the meeting room. I take Wufei's rook with my knight and get up to take a peak at what could be causing all the distraction.

Upon opening the door just a tad and sticking my head out, I see Heero, kicking and screaming and causing a major chaos as he's being literally carried through the room and down the hall towards the seclusion rooms.

Heero jerks one of his legs free and proceeds to kick one of the husky men in the jaw. A bit of blood sprays the off-white walls and a tooth goes scattering across the slick tile floor. This makes all of the other men go into a panic and they release Heero for a moment in an attempt to pin him on the floor.

Heero seizes the opportunity of loosened grips and begins to wrench his limbs free. When he gets his right arm free, he immediately punches one of the guys in the face and sends him reeling, and more blood splattering.

I watch all this in fascination, feeling a strange need to join the fight, although I know it would be a bad idea. I don't want to get put in seclusion again.

Two of the men jump at Heero simultaneously and they all three topple over onto the floor, Heero at the bottom, still kicking and punching and screaming. He has a wonderful screaming voice. It sounds so rough and angered and passionate. It's almost a turn on to see him fighting like that, and kicking ass, too.

A third hefty man joins the pile and Heero seems to be thoroughly pinned. I can't stand it anymore and I fling open the door and run at the pile. One of the men looks up at me and I grit my teeth at him right before I plow into him and knock him off of the pile. He lays on the floor underneath me, completely stupefied, and I take my chance and punch him as hard as I can directly in the face. My hand makes contact with a sickening crunch. I don't know if it was my hand or his face that cracked, but my hand sure hurts like hell. Luckily, I punched him hard enough to knock him out. If my face looked like his does right now, I'd want to be unconscious myself.

While I'm still straddling this unconscious jerk, hardly believing what I'd just done, Heero's kicking the other two off and charging after one of the spectators, the guys who were supposed to be doing their jobs and assisting in the capture, but are either too stupid or too scared. He knees him in the groin and then comes down hard on the back of his neck with both fists. The guy falls to the floor, curled into a little ball and grasping his stomach and crotch. I think he's wimpering. So pathetic.

I finally come to my senses when one of the men run at me and knock me off my sitting place of the other man's chest. The tile floors send me sliding away slightly, just out of the guys reach, who seems to has busted his jaw on the floor. What an idiot. I quickly jump to my feet and kick him in the face, though it doesn't seem to have an effect, as he's quickly on his feet and chasing me down the long corridor of rooms. At the end of the hall is a small, cheaply padded pole. I slow down to the point that the man is barely out of reach of my braid. Just as he reaches out to grab me, I grab onto the pole and swing myself around it. He loses his balance trying to catch me and goes hurdling into the door with the green-lighted exit sign above it. That door is nailed shut and never opens.

Unfortunately, that's not enough to stop him, and he's quickly on my tail again. I suddenly can't resist the urge, and I turn around, now running backwards, and stick my tongue out at him as I wriggle my fingers at him. I'm already far down the hall, so he has no chance of catching me.

I slam into someone while I'm running backwards, and I see blackness around the rims of my vision. I'm able to keep my balance, though the person I ran into is on the floor and is now sweeping my legs out from under me. I'm on the floor and on my back, which now hurts as bad as my cracked hand, and someone is on top of me and strangling me. He's actually choking me, calling me a little shit faced mother fucked. I think I must have pissed him off. I close my eyes tight and scratch at his hands. I can feel the flesh peeling away roughly under my short fingernails. It gathers in little rolls and I feel the warmth of blood trailing after it.

The weight is suddenly lifted from me, though he feels like taking me with him, wherever he's going, and he scrathes deep gashes along my neck and collarbone. He must have had some damn long fingernails, or some tacky jewelry. I open my eyes, first checking out the blood, then looking to my left, where the large man lay sprawled against the wall and on the floor, knocked out. I look to my right and see Heero, breathing raggedly, his shirt front ripped down and revealing half of his chest, which seems to be well-beaten and bruised harshly. His hair is messier than usual, and I've never seen anyone look more dangerously sexy than he does right now.

This vision of testosterone is quickly destroyed as he gets tackled from behind and is sent to sprawl across my abdomen. He struggles to push himself off of me, one hand to the right of my head, one to the left of my stomach. His face is at my left shoulder and I can barely see him as he grits his teeth and shoves roughly at the floor. I try my best to get my arms around him and shove at the hulking, bewhiskered man above me. He grabs one of my arms and pins it to the floor as another two men join him in pinning us down. Heero's face gets slammed into the floor at my shoulder as the two join. I can hear someone calling for some long-named drug that I'd never be able to pronounce correctly. Probably that shit they gave us earlier. I don't want to be paralyzed again!

A fourth man joins the pile and I feel the air being forced from my lunges under the pressure. I feel extremely scared and lose all thoughts as I close my eyes tightly and gasp silently for air. Heero pushes even harder on the floor, relieving some of the pressure, and I find myself able to breath again. I open my eyes and Heero's are directly in front of mine, bearing down harshly. He looks in great pain and I find myself wanting to protect him, wanting to become super-strong and get him out of all this trouble. I'm scared of what they're going to do to him. I want to keep him safe, and I believe somehow, deep down, he wants the same for me. Maybe it's just wishful thinking.

A woman in a long white coat scrambles over to hover over me, jabbing a needle into a bottle and extracting some vile greenish-tinted liquid from it. She taps it a few times, squirts some out up at the ceiling, and begins to lower it towards Heero. Heero's face down, so he can't see it coming, but the look in my eyes must give it away. He begins to squirm violently and roughly, and the men on top of us bear down even harder to restrain him. Even with all of the pressure they must be exerting, I still have plenty of room to breath.

The woman goes for Heero's bare shoulder, trying to hold him still to stab him with the needle. I swat at her hand and kick at her with my one free leg, though it doesn't make contact. She spits something out at me about letting her do her job and gets frustrated enough to move to a lower region on Heero's body: his butt. This is a huge mistake, seeing as how it's closer to my free leg, and I kick her in the head right off. She curses and slaps at my leg, then one of the four men holds it down. I start swatting at her with my left arm, though she's out of reach. There's nothing I can do. Heero continues to squirm and kick violently on top of me as the woman pulls down his spandex shorts, exposing a muscled thigh, and jabs the needle into his hip.

She draws back and begins to fill a new needle for my unholy injection. I don't care anymore. They've got Heero, I may as well give up. The men lessen the pressure as Heero begins to slow down. He lifts his head and looks directly at me. He has a look af anger and defeat in his eyes that I've never seen in all my life. It pisses me off even more than I already am and I begin rolling off insults at the sons of bitches in this place. I call them names I've never heard before in languages I don't even think I know.

Heero's body begins to go limp on top of me and his head falls onto my chest. I can feel his labored breathing on my neck and his hand comes up to my face. He puts his fingers on my lips and holds my mouth closed. I continue flailing futiley my immobile limbs as the woman lowers the needle to my arm and exposes my upper arm. Heero breaths something onto my neck and I strain to listen. "Wait. Just wait." He says as the woman finally jabs the needle into my arm.

I stop fighting and relax slightly as I feel the fluid entering my veins. What Heero said begins to run through my head. "Just wait." What does he mean? Wait for what? I can feel my body go numb and tingly as the drug works its way through my system. It starts in my fingers and travels up my arm, to my chest, where it quickly spreads to all parts of my body, before I feel nothing at all and am unable to control movements.

The men remain ontop of us, pinning Heero to my chest. He seems to have fallen asleep, or perhaps this drug is supposed to cause that. After what seems like an eternity, and the drug has worked its way thoroughly through me to the point of total numbness and near slumber, they begin to remove themselves from us. Heero is placid on my chest, breathing deeply, and his face is starting to look a bit too pale, his lips too bluish. It worries me, but there's little I can do about it.

Two men grab Heero's arms and pull him off of me. His head lolls and sways loosely, his hair covering his eyes and obscuring my view of his slack face. They drag him down the hall, his scraping loosely along the floor behind him. I'm immobile on the floor, though I'm able to barely lift my head and look around. Wufei, Quatre, Trowa, and some nameless girls are all standing around watching the display. I don't fail to notice the superior look across Wufei's face. Yeah, he was right. Heero got caught. So what?

Two men grab my arms and drag me behind Heero down the hall to the seclusion room. My butt gets tingly sensations in it as it scraped along the cold, smooth tile floor. It feels kinda neat.

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