"You idiot! Do you really think he cares?" The man questioned, walking to the opposite side of the table.

"W-what?! Of course he does! Why wouldn't he?!" Elliot yelled back, leaning forward in his chair.

The man sneered. "You're an idiot, boy. Have you seen the way he acts around you? He's nice, kind. Do you actually believe he does that out of own free will?"

Elliot paused. "Well... O-of course he does! He thinks of me as a brother! He loves me, he said so!"

The man put his head in his hands. "You believe everything you're told..."

"W-what do you mean?" Elliot asked, sinking back into the chair.

The man groaned, slamming his fists onto the table. "It's a lie, you moron! He doesn't care. He's only using you!"

"He's not using me, we have a plan! He needs me to do what needs to be done and help him get through it. I'm mostly there for emotional support, someone he can trust!"

"...Do you really believe that?"

"YES!"

"HE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOU!" The man yelled, running up to Elliot and smacking him in the face.

"Ow!" L exclaimed, bolting right up in bed. He instinctively raised a hand to feel his cheek; seeing that he wasn't hurt, relaxed a bit.

Then, he realized where he was. "Oooh..." L groaned, placing a hand over his gut as a huge wave of nausea hit him like a ton of bricks. Falling back to the bed, his outstretched arm accidentally smacked Dimentio in the face.

"Say what?" Dimentio asked, sitting up quickly. He then heard L groan, and looked towards him. "L, what's wrong?" he asked, scooting closer to L.

L groaned, grabbing Dimentio's nightshirt and pulling him down to the bed. "Dim..." he mumbled, snuggling up to Dimentio's chest. "I had the nightmare again..."

"Which nightmare?" Dimentio asked, using one arm to put an arm around L's waist and propping his head up with the other.

L paused, moaning a little. "T-the one I always used to get..." L sat up in bed. "D-Dim, I'm gonna-"

"Here!" Dimentio exclaimed, sitting up and grabbing the bowl from the bedside table. Moving quickly, Dim got the bowl under L's mouth just in time.

L spat in the bowl once he had finished. "Thanks, man." he said before collapsing onto his bedspread.

"M-hm..." Dimentio muttered, cleaning the bowl with magic and setting it back on the table. He then laid down and looked L over. "Well, you've stopped shivering..." he noted.

L nodded. "But I'm still really warm."

Dimentio sighed. "I know. But, you could still put shorts on. Do you have any thing like, say, short shorts?"

L shook his head. "Not my style"

Dim nodded. "Well, I have a pair, but I don't think they'd fit you... What about a tank top or an undershirt?"

Mr. L glanced at his dresser. "Yeah, I've got a tank..."

Dimentio got up and walked to the dresser. "Which drawer?"

"Top."

"Okay." Dimentio opened the drawer and pulled out a black tank top. "This one?" He asked, showing the mechanic. L nodded. Dimentio then walked back and handed L the shirt, and L put it on.

"I kinda feel a bit better..." L remarked, surprised.

"You may feel warm, but when I was holding you your body was cold as ice." Dimentio informed, getting back into the bed.

"Oh." L mumbled, leaning on Dim.

Wrapping his arms around L, Dimentio laid L down. Pulling L closer to him, he buried his nose in the brunette's hair.

"L, what was the dream you were talking about?" Dimentio asked, though he received no response. "L?" Dimentio then looked down at L, who was fast asleep. Dimentio smiled, kissing the top of L's head lightly.

"Goodnight, Mr. Pukes-a-lot..." Dimentio joked sleepily, instinctively rubbing L's back. Soon, he too joined L in the bliss of sleep.

THIS IS SO LATE! I'm sorry, this was supposed to be up almost three weeks ago! But, my wifi has been down, and it just got back up. I'm so sorry Ah well, it's up now. Hope you enjoyed! Review, please!