Dead Drunk:

Heero sat in the leather chair of the hospital waiting room. Had it only been one year before that Duo had sat in this very same chair as the doctors had been operating on him? Had it really been one full year since that horrible night? And if so, then why was history repeating itself but in reverse?
Heero's small frame shuddered as he thought of the similarities of the two accidents. Was someone trying to kill them, or had the world really gone insane?

An alarm sounded, and a nurse pushed through the people crowding the Emergency Waiting room. She ran off down the hall to one of the rooms, and disappeared through the door. A few minutes later she walked back out, a chart in her hands and a sad look on her face. He knew the fate of that person with just one glance at her.
He looked away, not wanting to see the hurt and suffering in the family's eyes as they were told. He didn't want to see it. He didn't want to see the pain of the loss.

The doorway the seperated the waiting room and the Emergency Operating Room swung open and a doctor walked out, wipeing his bloody hands on a towel. As with the nurse one look told Heero everything he needed to know. Yet he still held hope that maybe this doctors look was decieveing him.

"I'm terribly sorry. Mr. Maxwell...Well...He didn't make it. He fought very hard to stay alive. Very hard indeed, but he just couldn't hold on. I'm sorry." He said.

Again Heero turned away. He didn't want this man's pity or sorrowful looks. He wanted Duo to be whole again. He wanted his best friend by his side once more. He wanted the only person who could tease him and live to tell about it laughing in his ear.
But he knew. He knew that the looks would be there. He knew that Duo's broken and bashed body would never be whole again. He knew that Duo would never stand next to know again. He knew that he'd never hear the same old, familiar taunts again. And he knew that he'd never hear the sweet laughter that had made him remember how to laugh when he'd forgotten ring strong and loud.

As Heero walked out of the hospital that night, he wondered what had happened to the bastard who had hit them. Had he met the same fate as Duo had? Or had he gotten off scott free? And the question that got to him the most was, why had that guys friend let him drive drunk?



The gravestone read: Here Lies Duo Maxwell
A happy and bright boy
Whose life tragically ended
In a drunk drivers crash.
May his soul have eternal
Peace...

nice, is it a story featuring gundams or normal people using names from the show.