Light sat at the bed of L, who lay there, motionless, barely breathing. He didn't know what he'd done, suddenly his vision had flashed white, almost like he was being locked inside himself, and now the detective who'd called him a friend was potentially dying. The best detective in the world, taken down so effortlessly and Light didn't even know how he did it. He didn't even know how he felt about it. After being accused of Kira so many times and imprisoned by the detective, he couldn't say he liked him, but at the same time, Light wasn't a murderer, was he? The caramel haired man shook his head, he hadn't hesitated to punch or kick the detective in the past but he doubted he'd go this far. The worst part was, he was still chained to L. Nobody would unlock the handcuffs, apart from when he had to go to the bathroom or shower. Even then, he was accompanied by top bodyguards to make sure he didn't escape. He just didn't understand, how had this happened? He'd been unconscious for 3 days now, and there were little signs of improvement. There was only one thing Light was sure of, and that was that once L woke up, he'd be arrested straight away. He'd done something to the detective, who would certainly remember, and most definitely convict him. Light had blacked out and woken up with the detective's blood on his hands. Whether he assaulted him or not was a different matter. There'd been no security cameras or anything where they were, so it was L's word against his. Great. Who would they believe, the world's best detective or the number one Kira suspect? Tricky one there...

He had two choices, either wait until the detective woke up and be sentenced to death or solve this mystery before he woke up. He wasn't sure of how much time he had until that happened though, it could be anything from seconds to years. That's what the doctor said. That's what happens when someone's in a coma.

Light was sure he could face anything, he always was, but seeing the detective so vulnerable and lifeless was nearly enough to break him. Nearly. It's just that he could feel that he was responsible. Somehow. And it hurt, to know that he'd hurt another. Potentially killed another. If L was to die, he'd be convicted of murder or manslaughter instantly, without a trial. That's what happens when you assault the world's best detective. Why should he bother to solve this mystery? In the end, he'd die mercilessly, no matter how he put it. The man that was so strong, so invincible, was now a comatose. Light was basically a comatose too, he couldn't comprehend anything. Nothing was clicking together, his once brilliant mind was broken, like L's. Maybe this was karma, he'd rendered L useless and this was his revenge. Almost as if the detective was saying 'An eye for an eye.'

'An eye for an eye, huh?' He muttered to the detective, unsure of whether he could hear him. He'd heard of cases where the comatose could hear people that spoke to them whilst in a state of coma, maybe L was the same. He could at least give it a shot.

'I'm not sure if you can hear me. If you can, then please don't think badly of me just yet. I have no idea what I did to you, it was like I'd been locked inside my mind, and when I was released, your blood was all over my hands, and now you're in a coma. It's tearing me apart, the uncertainty. I could be a murderer for all I know. I know that when you wake up, you'll bring me to justice. I suppose it's better that way, I'd rather die at the hands of you than at the hands of Kira. I don't even know what I'm taking about... I'm still here, chained to you. Whether we're friend or foe, I'm here for you, waiting for you to wake up. I need you L, I need you for my inner peace. If you never wake up then I'll never be at rest. I'll die not knowing. I need to know... I just need to know what I did to you... Please...' The man began to sob, his voice cracking. It was driving him insane, the guilt of this. He didn't even know what he'd done but it was destroying him, eating away at his will. He needed L to tell him what had happened. He couldn't just die like this, he'd never pass on to the afterlife. If there was one. He rest his head on the bed, sobs wracking his body until he drifted into a painful sleep, his hand reaching for L's.

L was simply a consciousness. He had no control of his body, he couldn't even open his eyes. But he could hear someone... Who was it? They were addressing him as L... Could it be Light? It must be, he was apologising for what he'd done to him. He should be sorry... The detective thought bitterly. He didn't even want to reminisce on what had happened. And to think that he'd called Light a friend...

Wait, what was it that he just said? 'I'm still here, chained to you. Whether we're friend or foe, I'm here for you to wake up.' His voice had changed. The Light that had turned him into a comatose didn't sound like that. He sounded cold and merciless. This one had so much emotion in his voice. Was he... Crying? Kira doesn't cry, Kira can't cry. Not in a million years could Kira cry if he'd killed so many so brutally. Unless... Unless Light wasn't Kira, but Kira could take the form of Light... Even when in a coma, he was still solving crimes, typical L. He heard the sobs gradually die down, his harsh breathing softening and becoming steady. He couldn't respond, but he felt a hand grip his. The drowsiness crept up on the detective at that moment, and his train of thought died away as he too fell into a state of sleep.