AN - Obvious DN is not mine and I am not profiting from this work. This will be a collection of Death Note drabbles centered around nothing in particular.
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He's lucky, the doctor informs him. A former surgeon, avoiding an outstanding warrant, gone underground in the gutters of LA. Just like Mello.
Very lucky, Mello is told; he's forced to turn his head to hear it. The explosion rendered him deaf on that side and his left eye is dimmed, smoky. The handicap disturbs his balance, tipping his already chaotic equilibrium, leaving him crooked and clumsy.
Lucky. It's an insult every time he has to squint or concentrate to listen, every time he has to conceal his mutilated features and be reminded of his nearly fatal mistake.
He'd rather be smart than lucky.