This chapter is super short, others will be pretty long. This is more of a prologue.
See, the thing about getting shot a dozen times is you really don't expect to survive. It doesn't even hurt for that long, because there are twelve sharp pieces of metal in your organs, and no one can last long with that many bullets in them. Or, they shouldn't be able to.
Because of this, Matt was really quite surprised when he opened his eyes to a white ceiling and the gentle beep of a heart monitor. He attempted to speak, but he found he couldn't, so he settled for thinking:
What the fuck?
The last thing he remembered was, of course, being shot. He really hadn't thought that they would shoot at him. Damn, they were kind of assholes. Admittedly he had been involved in a plot against the weirdo they worshipped, but still.
Matt decided to try and sit up, and felt a jolt of pain run through him. Right. Bullets. Which brought him back to wondering why the hell he was alive, and were exactly he was. Sitting up more slowly, he looked around the room he was in. Faded paisley wallpaper, green carpeting, cream coloured curtains, oak furniture… no way.
Wammy's?
Yeah, he was definitely at Wammy's. Maybe he was dead, though he wasn't sure if this place would be considered heaven or hell.
While he a musing on which theory of the afterlife might result in him being back at the orphanage, the door opened.
"Ah, Mr. Jeevas. You are awake, I see."
Roger. That was Roger.
"Oh wow, I am dead. And in hell, apparently, since you're here. I thought I was better then that. I mean, aside from the hacking and stealing and gay sex, but have you actually read that bible? Weird shit, man." Matt said, in one scratchy breath.
Roger stared at him for a moment before replying.
"You are certainly not dead, Mr. Jeevas. You are at Wammy's house, in your old room. Do you remember what happened?" The elderly man said, walking towards the bed.
"Yeah. I got shot multiple times, not easy to forget." Matt furrowed his brows. "How am I alive, anyway?"
"Near had his men retrieve you. The doctors were barely able to save you, and as it happens you have been in a coma for the past three weeks."
"Three weeks? Wait, what happened with the case? Did Near catch the guy? And where's Mello?" Matt said. He tried to lean forwards, but ended up wincing and sitting back again.
Roger took a breath, and walked towards the bed, placing an awkward hand on Matt's shoulder.
"I am afraid that Mello did not survive the Kira case."