"Ring Ring, Ring Ring!"
Dimentio groaned, raising his head from his pillow groggily. He glanced at his ShroomBerry (BlackBerry, LOL!), which was going off on his bedside table. He checked his watch. 3:54 A.M.
"Ring Ring, Ring Ring!"
"Ugh, yeah?" Dimentio mumbled, answering his phone. Who could be calling him this early?
There was a long pause, and the faint sound of something moving on the other end. "D-Di- ugh..."
"...H-hello...?" Dimentio repeated, now fully awake. The phone then hung up. Just as he was about to recall the number, the sound of America's Marukaite Chikyuu began playing. Dimentio recognized the ringtone as L. Clicking on his messages, he read this message;
Mr. L (555-234-3412)
Mr. L;
Dim, sorry for the early wake-up. Tried to call, since you prefer calls than texts, but it wouldn't work. But, I need you, man. In my room, now. I... I'm having trouble. Please, come quick.
Dimentio's eyes widened. L would never text him unless something bad was happening. As quietly as he could, he got out of bed, opened his door, and glided down the hall to L's room. Extending his hand, he hesitated a minute before opening the door. What he saw made his concern escalate through the roof.
L was sprawled haphazardly across his bed, wearing nothing but his underwear. He was sweating like mad, but he was also shivering as if he were cold. His large comforter had been thrown across the room, knocking over his guitar and his fishing trophy. His sheets were still on his bed, but they were crumpled and pushed to the end of the mattress. His pillow was just barely peeking out from under the bed. In L's hand, his phone was encased in a death grip.
"L!" Dimentio exclaimed. He dropped so his feet touched the ground and raced towards the man's bedside. The jester then gathered Mr. L in his arms and held him closely.
Mr. L opened his eyes. "D-Di-D..." L stuttered. He then began clawing and grabbing at Dimentio's nightshirt. "Ho-ho-l-ld-d m-m-ee... pl-AH!" L's stomach then began to heave, and the reminiscence of last night's dinner made its way from L's digestive track and onto his bedspread.
"Shh, it's okay, shh..." Dimentio soothed, stroking L's hair lightly. Although L had thrown up on him a bit, he still held onto the mechanic tightly. Once L had finished, he fell back into Dimentio's arms.
"D-Dimentio..." L coughed, reaching up to touch his friend's face.
Dimentio smiled sweetly, sadly. "Hey. Whats wrong, L?"
L groaned. "Diiimm... I d-don't feel g-good..." He said, stuttering due to him shivering so much.
"L..." Dimentio sighed, gently brushing his friend's chocolatey bangs from his eyes. Snapping his fingers, he cleaned L's stomach contents from the bedspread and laid the mechanic down and grabed the pillow from under the bed and placed it where it belonged. "I'll have to take you to a doctor in the morning." Dimentio stated as he got L's comforter from across the room. Covering L with it, he gently slipped his body next to his, and put an arm around L's shoulders.
L snuggled into Dimentio's chest. "D-do you have to?" He asked, wheezing slightly.
Dimentio rolled his eyes. "L, you just threw up. Yes, I have to."
"What if it's j-just a c-*cough, cough* cold?"
"L, it's obviously not. You're shivering violently, yet you're hotter than a whistling teapot. And-"
"L-like the n-new s-simile." L interrupted, closing his eyes as he gently grabbed Dimentio's nightshirt in his fist..
Dimentio smiled gently. "Thanks. Anyway, the way your bile looked makes me worry."
Mr. L cringed. "Dude, w-why would you l-look at it?"
"To make sure you're alright on the inside." Dimentio said a bit louder. He then quieted down. "Now, I know you may feel a bit better now that you've thrown up, but it won't last long. The nausea is bound to return any minute now-"
"Oooohhh, Diiimm..." L moaned, putting a hand on his stomach.
"And, there it is." Using his magic, a plastic container appeared in his hand. Placing it on L's night-table, the jester turned back to him. "Now, for any reason, for any reason at all, if you need me, wake me up, alright? If you're going to throw up, you can't sleep, you don't want to sleep, even if you don't have a reason, just wake me up."
"B-before y-you g-go go?" L asked, opening his eyes and smiling slightly.
Dimentio laughed softly. "Yes. Now, try and sleep. You'll need to rest if you want to feel better.
L nodded. He then groaned quietly again. "Dim, if y-you are t-taking me somewhere, c-can you at l-least get Merlon? He's t-the only d-doctor I l-like around he-ere."
Dimentio sighed again. "Well, I'll try."
"T-thanks, Dimmy. For everyt-thing." L smiled, nuzzling his nose into Dimentio's warm neck. The body heat from his friend made him feel much better and safer. Moving a shaky hand, he touched Dimentio's neck before resting it on his shoulder.
Dimentio smiled and brought L's body closer to his own. "For you, L, I'd do anything."
As sleep overtook both of them, Dimentio caught one last glimpse of L before he fell asleep. He looked so... happy. Dimentio loved it when L was happy, and he knew he would do anything to keep him happy. From that moment on, he knew that he had to keep L safe. He would call Merlon in the morning, and he would never leave L alone until he got over this, whatever the cost. Even though Dimentio knew L hated to be babied...
AW, YEAH! ANOTHER CRAPPY ENDING BROUGHT TO YOU BY MY CRANIUM! Hey, guyzez, Dimentia here. XP, yeah, you're stuck with another story by me, THE TERROR! Lolz... Oh and FYI, this is my 20th story! wOOt wOOt! So, yeah, requested from Luigisgirlfriend. Hi, Sam! *goes Hetalia chibi* *waves*
IMPORTANT: Guys, don't be turds and call the number, please? I have no idea who's number it is, I just typed a crapload of numbers. And, I ain't payin' for your long distance if you do call! You'll probably reach some dude in China.
China: Hey, that is not even a registered area code in my country! You will probably get California if it is 555.
Me: Yeah, you're right... Hey, wait a sec... CHINA! GET OUT OF HERE! THIS IS A MARIO FIC! GO PUT CHINESE RESTAURANTS SOMEWHERE ELSE!
China: Okay, I am leaving! Besides, I have to go feed Panda. *leaves*
Me: ANYways, Review, enjoy and fave, and REVIEW!