It had been a week since the accident. I didn't bother asking the doctors how bad the damage was. I could tell by their faces that I was a mess.

My parents had came to visit, but apparently my mum couldn't bring herself to look at my half bandaged up corpse. Yeah, corpse. That was what I may as well be right now, because I sure as hell do feel like it.

Anyway, things were starting to get boring, I had a broken leg and well half of my face and upper chest had been destroyed by the flames.

I didn't want to look at myself, not now. I knew if I did I would probably snap and throw myself out the huge glass window that looked more than tempting.

But, thankfully they had my right leg hoisted up in a sling, meaning I couldn't even go for a piss without assistance. Nice. Great. Living the life Mello.

The nurses weren't too bad. Mostly young, one was a dude, my main nurse. He was okay, a little older than me. I'd have guessed he was around three years older than me tops, myself being seventeen.

They'd put me in a shared room, despite the fact that the other bed next to mine was empty, possibly just because they pitied me. I had no idea. But, I hoped that bed stayed that way. I was in no mood for company, especially when it would be a complete stranger.

They put me asleep because the pain would have been too bad for me to cope with and would have sent my body into shock. If you ask me I don't even know how I survived.

How I was injured. I'll save that for another time. It wasn't important. Actually quite pathetic.

I was staring up at the ceiling, waiting for my afternoon check in with the male nurse, when instead I was greeted with the sound of people chattering outside.

At first I thought that maybe it was my parents, but they wouldn't be the type to visit often, if ever again. I was lucky I actually got to speak to my father since I most likely wouldn't be seeing him for the remainder of my time here.

I shifted in my bed to look at the door, two nurses held the double doors open while another pushed the hospital bed in.

Hell. Fucking. No.

Lying on the bed was a young boy, he looked to be around my own age, I couldn't see much of his face since he was wearing a pair of… Goggles? Was he for real? He knew he wasn't going to a rave, right?

Whatever.

Above the goggles poked out a tuft of red, messy, hair. Oh boy what was wrong with men now days. Didn't they know what a comb was? Lazy bastard.

I groaned quietly and turned my head away as the younger female nurse smiled at me. I didn't want a roommate. This was going to be a pain in the arse.

Thankfully he was knocked out, but I didn't know how long that was going to last.

I'd had a pretty decent week here by myself, enjoying my solitude with the passing of nurses checking up on me and free meals, it was nice.

Not for a minute in those passing moments did I wonder about the bed, not until now, why did I have to even acknowledge it?

It seems as though as soon as I wondered about the bed and why I was in a shared room, alone, was the moment when I found myself with a new roomie.

"Hey, Mello."

Ah, his voice could melt chocolate I swear.

Andy, my nurse walked in, I ignored the women and whatever they were doing as they set up the boy in the bed next to me, only giving the handsome brunette my attention.

"Hey." I grumbled, my voice being a lot more hoarse than I expected it to be, that was when I realised I hadn't had a drink in what must have been two days…

"Oh, hold on." He furrowed his brows and filled up a cup of water from the fountain, returning quickly offering it to me.

I took it with my good arm and a small 'thanks' before pretty much guzzling it down. The cool water parching my thirst.

"You know… You should just ask us if you want something." He muttered, as he scribbled something down on his notepad that he always held so dearly to his chest.

I just grunted back at him, not wanting to deal with whatever that redheaded creature, in the bed next to me was.

"As you can see you have a new roommate. His name is Matt. He'll be here until he recovers. He's… Ill, I will not, well, technically cannot go into detail. Not that you care though Mello." He finished off his words with a playful grin and a raise of a brow.

Oh, boy. Was he cute when he acted like he knew me, although we had became quite familiar in the passing days. He knew not to bother too much because I didn't care, and I liked that. Someone who could just leave me be.

I clucked my tongue at him and rolled my eyes, a smile daring to tug at the corner of my lips. Had our conversations always been this playful? Was I getting soft? Nah.

"Anyway, I need you to be nice to him. He's quite shy. Don't be mean and I'll see what I can do about getting you some chocolate."

He winked at me and tapped the end of his pen against his clipboard, something he seemed to have a habit of.

"How old is he?"

That was all I really cared about, if he was young then he was going to be a nagging nuisance, but maybe if he was a tad older he'd leave me be and appreciate how little I liked to talk to people.

"Sixteen. So only a year younger than you."

He flashed me his bleached teeth and then actually bothered to tear his gaze from his notes and look at me.

"Okay." I whispered, now taking the time to glance over at him.

He was fairly pale and both of his arms were bandaged up, I had no idea why but it must have been something bad for him to have a drip and a bag of blood on the end of it. Gross. I did not need to see that.

"Mello… Not that I expect you to but please, if he does not want to talk about his injures, don't pressure him to."

I just nodded and looked at the clock. It was twenty minutes past twelve and usually I'd have had my dinner by now.

"You know I'm not nice when I'm hungry so would you at least get me some food if you're going to waste your time bothering me."

I sighed and looked up at him, finally, and offered a smile.

"Sorry. Just tired, and hungry. I guess."

He waved a hand as if he thought nothing of it and beckoned one of the nurses over, I then chose a meal out of the two that were being offered that day and sunk into my pillow.

"It itches." I told him, going to grab at the bandage on my face, when my hand was automatically grabbed and pulled down.

"Don't. No touching. I can take them off next week."

One more week and then I'd be able to look at my ugly face. How wonderful. At least with the bandages on I didn't have to deal with the damage that had been done.

"Sure."

My stomach growling broke the awkward silence that had fell between us. Andy laughed and let go of my hand, probably feeling bad for having to scold me.

"Don't worry foods on it's way."

He told my stomach, before turning on his heels to check on this 'Matt'.

I watched closely at how he examined his bindings, he even stopped to tighten one and then re-wrap the other, the old bandage being covered in blood as he disposed of it.

I turned my head at the sight of the blood, it being was too much for me to handle. I never was one for blood, made me light headed.

"He's going to wake up in a couple of hours, when he does, if you are awake, I would like you to call for a nurse. Although, one will be checking up now and then it would be helpful of you."

He smiled at me, a smile I couldn't deny, and I bit my lip with a nod of my head.

Using his looks to get one over on me. Little shit. I'd get him back.

The nurse then padded in with my food on a tray, no dessert, as usual. I wasn't allowed any because it wasn't good for my blood sugar levels or some crap like that. I didn't really pay attention when someone spoke to me.

Unless it was Andy. He was tolerable and not to mention hot as fuck.

I thanked the young blonde who was busy batting her eyelashes at myself then Andy, her eyes going back and forth like she was observing a tennis match.

Dumb bitch.

"I'll let you know if you just let me eat in peace and switch the TV on for me."

I smiled at Andy, who nodded and turned on the movie channel, before waving and leaving me be.

I sat up in my bed, as much as I could manage anyway, and watched the dumb romantic movie as I ate. I ended up watching the whole thing, I think it was called 'The lake house' and actually it was okay.

A couple of hours passed and by now it was around four, I'd spent the time after lunch reading and catching up on some English homework that had been sent out for me, when I heard rustling from the bed next to me.

"Wh-where am I?"

Asked a very dry voice, much like my own had been earlier. I did as asked by Andy and called for a nurse. She then came briskly and gave me a worried look as she saw I was perfectly fine.

I then pointed out the boy had woken up and explained what Andy had asked me to do, she jotted down some things on a notepad and then left, telling me he'd be fine and if not then I should call again.

I just watched him as he sat up, looking pretty confused before he noticed the bandages on his arms and seemed to remember why he was here suddenly.

"I'm Mello. You're in the hospital, and you shouldn't touch those or Andy will get pissy."

I explained briefly, not wanting to be too harsh to the kid, he seemed pretty afraid and shaken up. Not to mention he was still as pale as a porcelain doll.

"M-Mello…"

He mumbled to himself, although I didn't know why he was repeating my name? Hadn't I just told him?

Fucking moron. Great. I didn't want to deal with this. Not now. I mean don't get me wrong he could have been the sweetest boy in the world.

But, I wouldn't know. I didn't know him afterall, and that was exactly it. I didn't want to. It was nothing personal… I just didn't like people. Never had done.

Yes it did have something to do with the fact that I had terrible parents who pretty much ignored my existence, and I was bullied ever since I was a child for looking and dressing like a girl.

"Yeah."

I nodded, before going back to my book. I needed to finish it by friday and it was wednesday today, so that didn't give me much time. Although, I knew I could do it.

Anyway, by now he was scrambling through the drawer next to his bed, looking pretty confused, mumbling something to himself.

I sighed and set my book down.

"Whatever it is you're looking for it probably won't be in there."

That was then I lodged the bookmark between the pages, deciding this was going to be one long night.