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A Reuniting vs.2 Zechs rapped heavily on the door, its hollow response echoeing through the hallway without a calling from its owner accompanying it. Impatiently the guest waited outside, and knocked again. Still no response from inside, so with a kot in his stomach Zechs tried the doorknob. With an easy flick of the wrist it turned and hesitantly he pushed the door open, and became dizzy at the grotesque site before him. The man turned away holding his stomach, and blindly called for an ambulance. This wasn't the way it waas supposed to be he kept telling himself while he looked upon the unconcious figure of Lucrezia Noin swallowed in a pool of her own blood. Her short dark hair, and crimson life spilled out a stark contrast to the blinding white of the room. The young man dropped subconciously to his knees, and choked back a sob as he slowly crawled to his unannounced love all the time aware that she still bled, but that he was too afraid to touch her for fear she had already passed on. Slowly however, as the overwhelming pain in his chest grew, he reached out and touched her, to find that she was slowly becoming cold, and with soldiers instinct he tried to stop the bleeding. His hands became heavy and sticky as her blood continued to gush and coat him. when the ambulance came he was shoved away as the medics came to rescue a woman who didn't want their services. Zechs Merquise watched with dismal curiousity, a fleeting heart, and deaf ears as they took her away, barely alive. Told to accompany them he blidnly followed a stone figure amongst moving objects as they fought to keep a life from passing on. Once at the hospital he was instructed to stay out of the emergency room, and was sat down to fill out forms, which he did meticulously, and numbly while he waited for news on his best friend. Stares were frequently bestowed upon the blood covered figure as he sat silently ignoring the passerbyers until a doctor came to see him. "Will she live ro die?" the young man asked callously. The doctor couldn't hide his smirk. "She'll live, a strong one her, but I suggest you find out what's wrong and fixt it before a respeat happens. We've moved her to a normal room, but she's on suicide watch, but she is awake if you'd like to see her. I know you've been waiting for more hours then I'd care to count." The doctor smiled uncharacteristically again and called to a nurse to excort Mr. Merquise to 414. "Why do you keep smiling?" Zechs asked beofre the man departed. "She was my teacher, I'm just happy I could repay my debt." Zechs watched dumbfoundly as the man left, before turning to the nurse who ushered him impatiently to Lucrezia, who smiled wanly as Zechs timidly entered the door, and the nurse left. "How are you?" she asked, her eyes locking on his bloodied appearance. "Fine, but shouldn't I really be the one asking that." A dark smile creased her lightened lips. "Peachy Perfect. You didn't honestly think they'd let me harm myself. What I did was pretty obvious." "Why?" Zechs asked taking his eyes from hers, whose seemed so sad, but still hid the truth yet bore through him with a ferocity only she possessed. "Maybe I should have left that note," she mumbled, but then again she'd never expected anyone to come to find her either, let alone so soon. "Why'd you come for me," she countered, evading his question. His eyes locked on her's again. "I asked first." "I never could put you off topic." She sighed and ran her hand free of tubes, and wires through her hair. "I'll give you a poem to tell you why, because explaining it thouroughly in any other way would take too long." She patted the empty space on her bed, and Zechs took seat, his eyes never leaving hers. They were a gateway to her soul currently masked for reasons unknown. "It's called Unwanted Solitudes End, by the way, and it goes something like this. And yet again they go mute its inexplicable happens every time they can't understand my mind how lonely I've been am maybe its time to end. That about sums it all up." Zechs took her small caloused hand within his own uncleansed one and squeezed it lightly. "It explains everything," he said grimly. "I can't believe I let it go so far. I hand't even realized how long it had been since we last saw each other outside of work. After all these years no one's aske dyou've what you've been through, no one's kept their eye on you while you've kept your eye on everyone. My dear Lucrezia you've masqueraded far more than I." "You understand perfectly, my prince." Zechs smiled and hugged her despite their states. "Yes, my dear Imperial Guard, I do, and I swear I'll never get that distant again, as long as you promise not to do a repeat performance." "I swear I won't." A mutual promosie from love to love, from friend to friend, not to be broken by years passed, or ages possessed. |