This one came about from having also dealt with a broken leg, shin to be exact, for most of the summer. I have never written for Death Note before so I am not sure how OC L appears in this, but I apologize for any in advance. Enjoy and leave comments and reviews!
I don't own Death Note, if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction for it...
100 percent, L was certain, the devices he now needed to use to walk were some kind of a torture device. It was surely a good thing that he wasn't going to have to use them for long, just long enough for a bone to mend.
He clapped and clopped through the dark of his current hotel room. The next time there was a 30 percent chance of falling down the stairs, 100 percent now that it was after the fact, L figured he wasn't going to take it. Not that he could focus on that now, there was a case that needed his dire attention and he needed to get to his computer.
A task that was taking more of L's concentration than he would like to admit.
Finally reaching the object of his obsession, L thought he might be able to loose himself in the security and familiarity of the chase. Placing his formidable mind against a mystery always calmed him.
Trying to lower himself to the floor so that he could just turn the machine on was going to be a task all unto itself. L looked down at his Mac and sighed. For once, he wished he could sit like a normal person. His computer seemed so far away from his upright position. L tried bending down from just one knee, sliding his broken leg out beside himself, which placed him in a half-split position.
For a while, it seemed as if his idea was going to work. He just had to remember to keep his hands on the floor so that he wouldn't fall over. He might not even lose any of his reasoning abilities this way. That was until his thigh muscle cramped which caused his broken bone to whimper in agony.
L snatched at his crutch, pulling himself back into a standing position before the cramping became too bad. There were several moments of internal debate, there wasn't enough room to lie down on the floor, but with his leg in a cast there was no way that he could crouch.
Precious moments ticked by, every one of them letting the trail get colder and colder. Having never lost a case before, L couldn't let this one slip through his fingers because he broke his leg.
L sighed again and let his eyes wander around the room. There had to be a way for him to use his computer, a way that would allow him to finish the case.
He plopped down across the bed of the room, his leg sticking awkwardly straight.
100 percent he was certain that breaking a leg had to be the worst thing that could ever happen to a person.
L rolled over on the bed, laying on his stomach now and stared at his computer which was still so far away. If he stretched his fingers he could almost touch it.
L paused, he could almost touch it, and he could touch the floor with his fingertips. He thought that, maybe, he just figured out how he was going to go about solving this case. He was 70 percent sure it would work, if his arms were only a little bit longer.
