"Hey L, how are you feeling today?"
No response, why isn't there ever any response?
Raito looked as L stared blankly back at him.
Though what ever happened that night, what ever made you like this...
Those endless -empty- pools of black gave nothing away from the agony he surely must feel.
... We'll make it through.
"L, won't you talk to me?" He squeezed his lover's thin -gaunt- hand, not missing the slight flinch L gave.
"He has been through extensive trauma; both mentally and physically. There is a chance he may never be whole again. I'm sorry."
Won't we?
Tried something angsty; not really sure how I liked how it came out.. Too vague.
Well tell me what you think!