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Winning should come with some kind of satisfaction. And it might, Wufei supposed, with time. For now, he wasn't much other than frustrated. None of his opponents had fought with any kind of honor, retreating the instant things turned in his favor. Fighting against that kind of weakness could never truly end with success, unless he was able to completely destroy his opponents.

As soon as his last opponent left, taking most of the other fighters along with him, Wufei moved to stand by his car and wait for Heero.

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Heero wasn't exactly near the car. His fight was, in fact, across the lot. It hadn't gone terribly well either, which was made all the clearer by the fact that he had to lean against the closest street light to keep from falling over.

His opponent was dead - he'd tried to flee, but Heero shot him in the back the second he got the chance. That much was a positive thing. The Angel did sufficient damage beforehand though - not much of Heero wasn't covered in his own blood. Many of his cuts were deep. Still bleeding. His right eye was swollen shut. His head was spinning, when it wasn't absolutely pounding or for whatever reason telling his ears that they needed to be ringing loudly (which was really the least of his worries - the first being the possibility of bleeding to death. This... was not good.

Maybe if he just closed his eyes for a minute...

Damn, but the overhead lights were too bright. Duo had taken care of his chosen Angel, but was having some trouble readjusting to the world as-it-should-be. His hat helped, but that didn't stop the headache, and there wasn't much he could do about the gash in his arm until they were out of the parking lot. Maybe he'd hitch a ride with 'Fei and Heero. Give Wufei something to whine about other than the battle, make sure Heero was okay... yeah, that didn't sound like a bad option.

He squinted toward where he knew Heero had been fighting — even if he couldn't actually watch what was going on, he did his best to at least have a sense of it. At first, he assumed what he saw had more to do with his eyes than anything, but a second later he was sprinting over. "Goddamn, what the hell did you do to yourself?"

He would have rolled his eyes, but they were closed. He shook his head instead. "Didn't." Really, it wasn't his fault his opponent fought like a damned beast. Which may or may not have been an exaggeration, in hindsight.

He opened his eyes long enough to glance down at his arm - a single, deep, gaping cut ran all the way from his shoulder, down the length of his arm, almost to his wrist. The only reason he wasn't in shock was probably because he'd taken bullets before, years ago... Regardless, it did cause him to pale some, seeing so much red and wondering how much blood he'd lost elsewhere...

"I..." he had to swallow hard before could continue, "need to get home."

"You need to go to a fucking hospital, Yuy," Duo countered calmly. "But first we're getting you in the car." He stepped forward — on the side without the huge gash. "Can you make it if you lean on me?"

"I'm not--" Heero tired to stand and the world went black for a minute. He managed to fall into Duo, thankfully, . Lack of vision or no, however, he still felt the need to protest.

"Home," he said as firmly as an injured boy can, and he'd have glared up at Duo if he could have, "I'm not going to a hospital."

"Whoa there." Duo staggered a little, but managed to keep from falling himself. "It's not a debate, man. Now let's see.." He looked toward the car and realized just how much he didn't want to try walking. "Wufei! Hey!"

Well, the shouting penetrated the ringing in his ears, at least. He visibly winced, in no shape to keep himself from doing so, and even turned away a bit. He thought about trying to stand on his own, but that wasn't happening. Then, he thought about arguing a bit more, but that wasn't happening either. He could feel his body shutting down fast. If he could just get home... He had enough bandages there, he knew how to do stitches, he'd be okay if he could just get home...

Wufei redirected his scowl towards the two of them. "I am not shouting at you, Maxwell," he grumbled, starting to pull out his phone to demonstrate the proper way of contacting someone across a distance. Before he could, though, he realized that their position didn't exactly imply everything was as it should be. He thought about it for a moment and decided it wouldn't hurt to drive over, perfectly willing to yell at Duo afterwards in proof that he hadn't done so out of worry.

"Sorry, man," Duo said, lowering his voice. "He'll be over here in a sec, just hang on."

By the time he got to them, Wufei could tell why Duo had yelled. He pulled up as close as he could before getting out and moving over to help Duo support Heero, mindful of Heero's injuries. "Ready."

Duo nodded and did his part to help Heero into the car, muttering to himself as he did. "Not letting you out of my sight next time. Jesus, Yuy."

"I won, that's what matters," Heero mumbled a little weakly, but he still managed the vaguest of smirks.

Being moved about caused him to wince a bit, especially when he managed to brush a particularly sore spot of his hand in just the wrong way against the edge of the seat (probably a dislocated finger - he'd have to remember to take care of that). He sank into the seat easily enough, preferring to remain seated instead of giving into the urge to lie down and sleep. He looked up at Wufei. "There's a shorter way home if you bypass main street. Old road nobody takes anymore."

Having already entered the driver's seat and buckled in, Wufei turned and gave Heero a look. "You do not need anything from home at the moment." That said, he turned back around and started the car.

Duo laughed, although it was a little strained. "You're SOL, man, even Wufei's on my side," he told Heero 'sympathetically'.

Heero glared at them both. "I'm not. Going. To a hospital." He was surprised he could manage to speak that loudly. Desperation can drive a man to unbelievable things, perhaps. "There's too much at risk. I can take care of myself."

Wufei didn't see a reason to respond, simply heading for the nearest hospital.

"Last time you took care of yourself there was a noise I never want to hear again." Duo leaned forward, speaking as if he were imparting a secret. "And I'm pretty sure we can take you right now, perfect soldier or no."

He almost said something about finding his own way home then, but the car was already in motion and even he wasn't that stupid. He took a deep breath, trying to remain as calm as he could to explain his point of view. He hated repeating himself, but he didn't know what else to say.

"No. There's no sense in going. I'll only be questioned and bothered. We could all end up in trouble."

"So we'll figure it out." Duo rolled his eyes. "This isn't something a bandaid and time is gonna fix, Heero, you need to see a doctor."

"I've given myself stitches before, Duo." He was losing, there was no way to convince them otherwise, and he was starting to actually realize this.

"Pretty sure you weren't ever messed up this bad." Duo pulled off his hat and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, if I have to make up some stupid story about running into a bear, I will. Don't worry about it."

Heero rolled his eyes and looked out the window instead. It didn't take too long before he couldn't even keep his eyes open anymore, and at that, he busied himself with coming up with excuses instead. As much as he wanted to sleep, he knew that was probably a bad idea -- he'd hit his head more than once during the fight.

Maybe he'd survive the hospital, but he didn't have to be happy about it.

Getting Heero into the hospital hadn't been too bad — he hadn't been in much shape to try physically resisting (or verbally resisting, after a while), and the staff had been very quick to bustle Heero off to his own room for fixing. Duo had tried making a ruckus, but they had told him very firmly to wait until the proper visiting hours and made a few polite references to banning him from the hospital. As soon as he was allowed, though, he hurried back to Heero's room, almost hoping to find him scowling rather than asleep.

Heero was sitting up in the hospital bed, arms crossed and glaring out the window, even though the view was nothing more than the wall of the building across the way. He had stitches all over the place, but especially his arm, which still had gauze over it. His finger was in a splint, his side had a good-sized patch to cover a gaping hole, and to top it all off, he had a hell of a black eye.

Oh, and scowling was an understatement.

He didn't hear Duo enter, but only because he wasn't paying any attention. He was actually entertaining himself with escape plans, as though he were in a prison instead of a medical institution.

"Good morning, sunshine," Duo greeted him cheerfully. "I see you played nicely with the nurses."

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