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Who: Duo and Trowa
What: DUO IS BACK, BB!
When: Fiddlesticks 5, few hours before mission prep.
Where: Luggage Carriage
Warnings: None I'm aware of!

It was dark.

This was definitely NOT what Duo had in mind when he'd been given the message to go to some control center. Though that memory was fading fast as he attempted to take stock of where he was.

He tried to move but there was little to no space to do that. He rocked his body and found he could move like that. So he continued to do so. He rocked. He rolled. And with a gasp he felt whatever container he was trapped within tip and then he landed.

On his shoulder.

Duo hissed in pain but pushed it aside when he realised the fall had popped open the lid of whatever he was trapped within and he could see light from that small crack. A little wriggling and near dislocating his shoulder to get his arm up, he managed to push two fingers through the gap and tried to widen it. And for a moment he did, just a bit... And then it caught on something. The thing that caught was a zipper, he realised. And what followed was the slowly dawning realisation that someone had stuffed him into some kind of suitcase.

Well didn't that just suck ass.

Duo sighed.

He sucked in a deep breath... and started yelling for help. No way he was getting out of the case alone.

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Duo hadn't been sure what to do with the cat and hadn't really wanted to pet her, not with blood on his hands. He wondered if he could get himself a pair of gloves... But belatedly realised he didn't have the points for that. Maybe next time?

When Trowa returned, Duo frowned at everything his friend had brought back with him and held back a sigh. He knew there was no fighting this so when asked he just silently held out his hands. Nails broken, the tips of his fingers torn and bloody with scrapes along them and his knuckles. It probably looked worse than it actually was...

Very gently, Trowa cleaned and dressed the tips of Duo's fingers. "I'm sorry, Duo." He felt like this was somehow his fault. Like if he'd paid more attention it wouldn't have happened.

"Nothing you should be sorry about, man. Shit happens." And always seemed to happen to him somehow. One day he'd get some good luck. And on that day he'd be so stunned by it it would probably pass him by before he had a chance to enjoy the novelty.

As soon as he'd finished dressing the wounds on Duo's fingers, Trowa cracked the seal on the water bottle and handed it to his friend. "Here. Your lips are really pale, you're dehydrated."

He took the bottle and repressed a sigh. Duo was only drinking the water because Trowa asked him to, he really wasn't that interested in it. It made him feel a bit sick if he was honest. But he managed to get a good quarter of the bottle down before he had to hand it back.

"Thanks, Tro."

Taking the bottle back, Trowa screwed the cap back on and set it on the small excuse for a nightstand. "Do you think you can manage a little food? We aren't in starvation conditions, and I don't know how many meals you've missed."

"I'm not hungry, Tro. Honest." Duo sighed and lifted his bandaged fingers to lightly rub at his forehead. "Don't know where I was... limbo or somewhere, but I was either fed or it just didn't matter."

Trowa moved the sandwich to the nightstand. "I'll leave it for you for later, then. So you won't have to go all the way to the kitchen when you do get hungry."

"Thanks, Tro." Duo didn't want to seem ungrateful for Trowa's help, he really didn't. The guy was being so nice and trying to look after him. "I'll have it later, promise." It was just that he couldn't stomach the idea just then. Not only was he not hungry, but he was feeling unsettled and weird. His hands ached. His head ached. He just wanted to lie down and forget everything had happened.

Nodding at that, Trowa scooped up Amira and put her in his hood. "Get some rest, Duo. And let me know if you need anything, okay?"

"Promise I will." Duo said and lied down on his bunk now the cat had been removed. An hour or two's sleep is all he needed. That was all. Then he'd be fresh as a daisy and ready for the upcoming mission.

Rising to his feet, Trowa moved to the door. "Alright. I'll check on you again later." Mostly for his own conscience.

"Thanks, man. You're the best." Duo just sounded so damn tired. He turned to face the wall and closed his eyes. Just a few hours. That's all he needed. Things would look brighter after that.