Light opened his eyes slowly, his head throbbing. The room was dark, so he couldn't see anything. There was a glow to his left, so he turned his head, which made his head hurt more.

"Ah, Raito-kun, you're awake? You slept for quite a while." L looked over at him, half of his face hidden in the shadows. "Are you feeling all right now?" Light stared at him for a moment, still half-asleep. He lifted a hand to rub his eye.

"How long did I sleep?" He mumbled, looking around for the clock as he tried to sit up. He fell back immediately, wincing as his headache got worse and his vision got fuzzy.

L closed his laptop with a click, biting his thumb. "About half a day. I was going to wake you, but I didn't want to upset your father, and it's better if we have you working at full strength." He eyed his captive's weak form and the way he was shaking. "But it seems that you are still unwell."

"My head hurts." He whined, trying to sit up again. He failed miserably and gave up, closing his eyes again in an attempt to fall back asleep. "Is there any Tylenol?" He opened one eye, watching the detective hop out of the bed.

He turned on the lamp on the bedside table, reaching over to put his hand on the brunet's forehead, at the same time testing his own temperature with the other hand. "You have a fever." He stated, pulling his hand away. "There's some medicine on the table. Do you want some tea?"

"Yeah." The sick boy again tried to sit up half-heartedly, his arms trembling with the effort. "Uhn…" He almost hit his head off of the wall as he fell back to the bed.

Luckily, L grabbed him before he did, holding the back of his head and one of his arms. "Don't push yourself. You might get hurt." There was a hint of concern in his usually emotionless voice.

"Ah…" Light stared at him in surprise, his cheeks turning a faint pink. "Thank you."

The insomniac laid him back down, handing him a cup of water and two more pills, and then he pulled out his cell phone again. Light didn't listen to the conversation, more focused on the fact that it looked like there were five of L.

Apparently, L noticed that Light had been staring at him, so he quickly finished his talk with Watari, who was getting them tea, and turned to the sick boy. "Raito-kun? You haven't taken your pills. Is something wrong?" The worry in his voice was more noticeable.

The detective also noticed that Light had a spaced-out look in his eyes. "Ah….Ryu…zaki?" He reached out a hand to grab him, but he missed completely, having reached out nearly a foot away from said detective's actual head. "Uh…hn?"

L grabbed the boy's hand, holding it down. "You should rest. Here," he took the pills and the water from him, "let me help." He never would have done anything like this normally, but he wasn't normal, and Light was sick. Very sick, by the looks of it.

"Mmm." Light nodded, giving the medicine and drink to the detective. Said detective helped him up, letting him lean against his shoulder. He was sure that the heat on his face was because of the fever. And the blush, too. He was just really sick.

L put the drink back to it's original place, on the bedside table, and held the two pills up. "Open." He commanded, and his suspect hesitated before opening his mouth slightly. "Raito-kun." He frowned, annoyed. The brunet pouted a little, which took L off guard, and opened his mouth wider. "Thank you." The detective put the pills in the open mouth, then put the water in the boy's hand.

The water was then gulped down, he was handed back the glass. "Hmm." L smiled, glancing down at the 17-year-old on his shoulder. "Can I lie back down now?"

"A-," L started, but was cut off when the door opened and Watari entered, pushing a cart with a cake, two cups, and a teapot on it. (With, of course, sugar and milk.)

"Is there anything else I can get for you, Ryuzaki?" Watari seemed a bit surprised at the way the two were sitting, but dismissed it and put the tea on the table in the corner of the room. It wasn't his job to get involved in relationships unless things started to go wrong.

The usually-calm man stood, laying his captive back down. "No, that's quite all right. Where is Miss Amane?"

"She is in her room, asleep." Watari pushed the cart toward the door, having removed all of the items from it. "She was asking to see Yagami-san before, but I'm afraid you were in here taking care of him, and I did not want to disturb you."

"Ah. I see. Please have one of our team members come over and watch her for me." L glanced back at the half-asleep boy that was lying on the bed, staring at him. He bit his thumb. "But not Raito-kun's father."

"Yes, L." Watari nodded politely, almost like a bow, and exited the room.

The detective sighed, reaching out for his cake and tea. He sat down in the armchair next to the bed, holding his fork in his odd way. This chair wasn't nearly as comfortable as the chair he had had back in his first hotel room, but it was good enough.

He picked up the strawberry with his fork, handling it carefully and plopping it into his mouth, and then picked up a sugar cube and dropped it into the tea. He continued to do this until he was satisfied (A.K.A when the bowl was empty) and took a sip of his….slop.

Because that was what it was, now. It was a cup of mushy tea-sugar-slop. (Light would have yelled at him for drinking it that way. L would have accused him of being Kira, and Light would have frowned and punched the detective in the face.)

L sighed and took another gulp of his tea. He picked up his fork again, diving into the cake. He had glanced over at his bedridden captive a few times, but nothing changed.

With him, anyway. But something else was happening in the hallway.

The first warning was the loud banging.

Then the crash.

Then yelling.

And finally….

Matsuda burst through the door, and L's hair blew into his face from the wind it had caused, which also knocked over the lamp on the table where the detective was sitting. Darkness engulfed the room, and Matsuda gulped.

"Matsuda-san." L asked, calm as ever.

"Y-y-yes, Ryuzaki?"

"Please turn on the light."

"Y-y-y-yes, Ryuzaki."

The lights flicked on, and L picked the broken lamp up between his thumb and forefinger, eyeing it, pretending to be upset. "That was a very expensive lamp. I'm afraid it's not repairable." Matsuda hung his head, a cloud of sadness and fear looming over him.

"I-I'm sorry, Ryuzaki." He looked up a few seconds later, smiling and happy, his eyes sparkling. "So, I get to watch Misa-Misa? Watari called me and said to come over and watch her! So I get to? Can I talk to her? Can I? CanIcanIcanIcanIcanIcanI?

L frowned. "Fine. Just don't break anything else." He sighed, knowing he was going to regret this later. Meanwhile, the brunet started shivering. Somehow, he had only noticed this now, and he grabbed the thermometer that Watari had brought in while Light was asleep.

He put it in the younger boy's mouth, who started squirming immediately after that. "Mmmm….nn…nng…" He mumbled, wriggling and making it impossible for the detective to keep the thermometer in Light's mouth.

"Raito-kun, hold still." The insomniac ordered, sticking the thermometer back in the boy's mouth, who continued to fidget. "Hold still!" He all but yelled, and his patient instantaneously obliged. After a few seconds, it beeped and showed his temperature on the little screen.

'102.1' L frowned.

"Maybe you're more sick than I first thought, Raito-kun."

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A/N: So how did you like this chapter? I feel really bad for Matsuda. He broke L's lamp.

Anyway, yeah, what I said last chapter, I like Reviews. (cookies for reviewers, fresh from the oven.)

And yeah. No Flamers. FLAMERS ARE FOR FIRES.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. But I do own L's broken lamp. And my sister. MINE. -rawr-