Wu Fei's eyes immediately fell on Duo as he entered the room.
"Oh my God. Maxwell! What in Nataku has happened to you?" Wu Fei asked as he dashed to the bed to get a better look at his companion. After receiving no answer and surveying what he could of the braided youth he turned to Heero, who hadn't left the American's side since arrival.
"By god. Yuy, how long has he been like this?" The concern was evident in Wu Fei's voice and on his face.
Heero sighed and looked at Duo's agonized expression before looking at the Chinese youth and answering in a hushed tone. "We don't know, Wu Fei. He's been bed ridden far approximately one week now, but, as to his being ill.." He looked down on the American once more. "Trowa thinks he could've been ill for well over a month now."
Wu Fei also turned his gaze back to the former Deathscythe pilot just as Sally Po entered the room.
She gasped in shock as she approached the bed and saw the expression of torment on Duo's face as he continued to thrash about in his sleep. Almost immediately her expression hardened as she looked to Heero. "What his condition, Heero?" she asked, now in full out Doctorial mode.
He glanced up at her momentarily before looking back at Duo, who still tossed and turned in his tormented slumber. He sighed once, then answered. "Bad. And getting worse." He then continued to explain the observations that he had made upon his arrival. "And according to Quatre and Trowa, he's been having headaches as well as a loss of appetite." he finished.
"Hm." Both Sally and Wu Fei sighed in complete unison.
Sally looked thoughtful for a moment before she called Trowa and Quatre into the room. Summoning up all her medical knowledge she proceeded to give them, and Wu Fei different tasks to carry out, assisting her. She left Heero out because he would most likely be most helpful where he was, and also because she had noticed the hints of guilt in Heero's eyes and voice. Hints that Wu Fei had noticed as well.