A.N.: D It's Natsuo! I'm FINALLY posting something! I bring you a Death Note fic! --- Ok, in most of the MattxMello fics I've read, and the explosion was in it, Matt was the one to nurse the wounds. Now, I have nothing wrong with that, but I don't think that Matt is capable of doing such a thing! - So here we are...Matt and Mello snatching up a doctor to take care of Mello! D

Disclaimer: D; I don't own DN. If I did...Well...There would be more slashiness. 8D

Summary: Right after Mello blows up his hideout, Matt rushes him to a hospital. Only, he doesn't exactly check the blonde in. No, he kidnaps an innocent doctor and forces him to treat Mello. Things could get really odd . . .

Why did I come in to work? It was my day off and I decided I should do something nice for the people I worked with. So I decided I would surprise them all and help them out with, what seemed like, their busiest day in months. Yes, it is common for hospitals to always be extremely busy, but today it just seemed like patient after patient was dying of a heart attack. Funny thing, most of them had never done a thing wrong in their life. I guess Kira just doesn't like people in general.

Either way, I was working my butt off to try and get each person in to a room and help them on their feet. It was the most exhausting day I had in the last decade. I was happy for the ten minute coffee break. I needed it like I never had. Usually, I didn't drink caffeine… but today was an exception. I needed anything to give me a burst of energy.

Anything.

If I was a smoker, surely that's what I would need. A nice smoke…Wait- Did I see smoke? I did! There was a red-head running to the front of the hospital…He seemed to be running right towards me! He couldn't be injured! Maybe he had to get an ambulance? That couldn't be it. Maybe he was checking on a friend? No. Visiting hours were over.

When he reached where I was, he had one hand on his thigh and was bent over, trying to catch his breath.

My job, as a doctor, was to get him to help as soon as I could. Something must've been wrong with him!

I looked down at him with urgency. "Excuse me sir. Are you alright?" I asked. The worry in my voice was apparent. I took a closer look at him and saw blood and pus all over him.

"Sir! Are you alright?!" When he finished catching his breath, he looked up at me and said:

"I'm just fine…" He strayed off for a second. "You're a doctor right?"

I looked at him for a brief second and responded. "Yes. I am a doctor. I'll ask you again: Are you hurt?"

"Are you good with stitches and nursing burns?" He asked. What a peculiar question, was the only thing that came to my mind.

"Yes. Sir, do you have any burns? That would explain the blood and pus…" I asked, his sigh interrupting me.

"I. Am. Just. Fine." He responded. Why was he getting so irritable? If it was a friend of his with burns, surely he would bring the friend to the hospital himself.

"Then what's with all the ques-!" Just as I felt the end of his gun on my forehead, I suddenly realized why the man was wearing glasses. It was so the cameras couldn't identify him.

"P-Put the g-gun down and I'm s-sure we can f-figure something out." Fear ran through my words and I could see my life flashing in front of my eyes. Look! There's that time when I was five…I was mad at my sister for taking the last cotton candy lollipop…And oh! There's when I was-

"You aren't gonna fuckin' die. I need you to patch up my friend. He's got burns like something out of an anime," He told me. My life stopped flashing and I slowly became calmer.

"Or at least you won't die until my friend is stitched up." This got me scared again. "And you aren't the only doctor here ya know. I could easily snatch some one else up," He added. This made as scared as I had been from the beginning. I swear I could have pissed my pants if I wasn't a proud person.

"A-Alright, I'll help. Where is your friend and what is the condition he is in?"

One blindfold and twenty minutes later, I was in a run-down basement with basically every medical machine and instrument known to man. Who would be this prepared for something…Yet not know how to use the machines? It seemed a bit off…

"Oi! Stop gawping at the equipment and get to stitching!" The man from before ordered. But…How exactly was I supposed to stitch someone up if I didn't know where they were?

"He's over on the operating-bed-table-….Thing." It was obvious he had no idea what each of the "things" were called. "Such a noob…" I whispered so that only me and the other man- the man who hadn't kidnapped me could hear. Good thing he was knocked out. I walked over to him and took a deep breath.

Not the best choice. The man smelled (and looked) horrible. Burns engulfed basically all of the left side of his body! I had never seen anything this bad! I hadn't even seen anything this bad when I was treating people who had been involved in Mob affairs! This was insane!

I felt the end of the gun at the back of my head and paused. "Stop staring at him and get. To. Work."

I was able to take my eyes off of the patient (If you could call him that) to look at the read-head. "Alright, do you have Morphine in this place?" At this I found a hand clutching my own.

I looked down and saw it was the patients. "No…Morphine…P-Please…" He said before falling into unconsciousness.

"Hey, Mel. Why didn't you want any morphine," is what I woke up to. Damn voices. That makes me sound like a raving lunatic.

"Pain-killers would catch the eye of Kira; Matt, He already has my picture. I don't need him to go and find out where the hell I am!" He sounded mad at what "Matt" said. Maybe "Mel" just thought it was obvious?

"Whatever. Just be happy you were unconscious for the little bit of it that you were." He retorted as he took a cigarette from god knows where and put it in his mouth.

"MATT!" The blonde seemed angry. "Didn't I tell you to stop smoking?!" He shouted as he grabbed the cigarette out of the others mouth and threw it to the floor. All I could do was watch.

"I'll quit smoking when you stop eating chocolate!" "Matt" retorted. These two must have some kind of odd relationship. Lovers maybe? With that thought I laughed, alerting the two that I was awake.

"Matt, what do you suggest we do with him?" The blonde asked. Now, I was scared. What I had experiences…How many nights had it been since I was abducted?

"I suggest we erase his memory!" The red-head replied with a devilish grin.

"MATT! This isn't a video game! We can't simply erase his memory like he was a memory card!"

Video games. Now there was something I hadn't done in a good while. I hadn't lazed around and played video games since Monika had moved in!

"Not like you let me play my video games anyways! You crushed my DS last week! AND MY COFFEE POT!" He seemed really mad about this. I probably would be too.

Suddenly, I felt myself speaking up. "What games do you play?" Where did that come from?

One week later, there I was back in my busy hospital. Now the only difference was that every Thursday I had somewhere to escape to. "Matt" told me to come over on Thursdays to play video games and grouch about our blonde "mates" as he put it.

Then I realized something! I didn't know where they lived!

"Matt." Mello said looking over at me. "You didn't give that guy our address did you?"

"Of course not. I'm not a noob."