Disclaimer: Death Note does not belong to me and never will.

Warnings: Same as before (I should really just copy and paste that…)

Information you don't really need (nor prolly care about): When writing the last part to this I was listening to "2 Hookers and an 8 Ball" by Mindless Self Indulgence, which has nothing to do with this story; this is just pointless info. though.

Ok, I would also like to say that I'm reeeaaalllyyy sorry this took so long to get posted. Like honestly I'm really sorry.

Matt opened his eyes, groaning at the incredibly bright lights. Looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling, he realized he had no clue where he was.

He moved his right arm to block out some of those annoying lights, only to feel a slight tug. He glanced down seeing an I.V. coming out of arm and up to a clear plastic bag with a clear liquid in it; he guessed it to be a saline drip.

He closed his eyes again and muttered the only thought that came to mind, "Fuck…"

"Glad to see that sleeping beauty is up."

Matt opened his eyes slowly again to look for the source of the voice. He glanced to his left and saw that Mello had pulled up a chair and had his feet up resting on the bedside.

"What the hell-"

"When I came home and went into our room, you were passed out on the bed. I was gonna leave you there; I thought you were sleeping, but my own selfish needs decided to try to wake you up. When you didn't respond I called for an ambulance." Mello followed Matt's eyes as the red head looked everywhere else except at the blond.

"…You hate hospitals," Matt mumbled, fixing his gaze out the window.

Mello crossed his arms against his chest, "I thought it was better then leaving you there unconscious."

Silence. Neither of them wanted to say anything.

After about five minutes of not talking, Matt shifted his position on the hospital bed, hating the fact that they had him in one of those disgusting hospital gowns.

"Did they say why I've been blacking out?"

Mello brought his attention back to Matt, "Yeah, apparently with all you're new found realizations about being 'bored' you've been neglecting your health. Which figures," Mello rolled his eyes. "You were slightly malnourished and dehydrated, and to top it all off the last substance you put in your body gave you foodpoisoning."

"I knew that milk was bad…"

"It was your own damn fault! When you completely trashed our house you used the last bit of energy your body needed to keep itself going."

Matt winced. It wasn't even the fact that Mello's voice was particularly harsh; no, his voice was even. It was completely void and had no emotion behind it, which by Mello's standards was bad. Mello always had an emotion welling up inside him, whether it is a form of pity, anger, joy, or anything for that matter. But right now, it seemed like Mello didn't even care anymore.

Matt didn't say anything. What could he say? He knew that it would all end in a fight somehow, and he really didn't need that right now.

"Well," Mello started, "I just wanted to make sure you were gonna be- well, whatever, it doesn't matter now anyways." Mello lifted his feet from off the side of the bed, he got up and grabbed his coat and went to go put it on.

Matt finally looked into Mello's eyes, the first time he's looked at them since Mello told him not to touch him again. "Wait…" Mello stopped and fixed his gaze on Matt, "…your eyes are red."

Mello forgot about his coat for a moment and moved his hand up to his eyes, as if to wipe away invisible dirt, "I don't know what you're talking about," he said quickly.

Matt sat up more on the hospital bed, "Mello, you weren't…?" Matt studied Mello's face as the blond continuously tried to look away. "Mello you were…crying…? Was it because of what I said, because-?"

"Listen Matt, I need to go. I'm going to go sort out our shit, that way it's easier for when…well you know. We'll work out the housing arrangements when you're better, I guess."

"Housing arrangements? What the hell are you talking about?"

Mello adjusted his coat and narrowed his eyes, "People who are broken up don't normally live together," he said almost flatly; almost.

That was the key Matt was looking for, that tiny bit of emotion that Mello let slip through into his voice that let Matt know that Mello still cared, if only a little.

As Matt was about to say something a nurse and doctor walked in, the nurse holding a few different charts.

"Well, mister…" the doctor dragged out saying Matt's name as the nurse handed him Matt's patient information, "…ahh, yes…Matt...? There doesn't seem to be a last name for you here young man-"

"What would you care," Matt spat.

"That's classified information anyways," Mello glared at the doctor.

The nurse moved closer to the doctor and tried her best to whisper, "That blond one gave us trouble before when we asked for proof of I.D. or any other form of information-"

Mello's glare cut her off mid-sentence and Matt crossed his arms against his chest. The two weren't really mad at the poor nurse who was just trying to do her job. They were just both frustrated about their current problems; the poor nurse was just a tool to get their aggression out.

"Someone is a little snoop when it comes to my name aren't they," Matt stared angrily at her.

The nurse growing some sort of a backbone shot the two of them a glare; it was an utterly pathetic glare compared to Mello's and Matt's own, but hell she tried.

"We need your information, sir, because-"

"Bullshit," Mello cut her off, "What ever you have to say is pretty much bullshit right now," Mello smirked as the nurse frowned, red with embarrassment.

"But-!"

Matt laughed at her, "This one sure is bright, isn't she Mello?"

She tried to defend herself, "How dare you-!

"Nurse!" The doctor, having finally had enough of this bickering put his foot down, "Regardless of what your last name is, Matt, I must say using your very limited energy to fight with one of my head nurses is not in your best interests."

Just like being scolded like a five year old, Matt sunk back into himself.

The doctor continued, "And you sir," he turned his attention to Mello, "from what my people have told me you were exceptionally worried when he was first brought in here. So I would have thought that you wouldn't have instigated this. Matt's health right now is depending on his energy levels, and I would prefer not to see him black out again all because he got into a pointless argument with my nurse."

The doctor finished his lecture and looked between the three of them. The nurse held her head down in embarrassment as did Matt. Mello had a scowl on his face mumbled something along the lines of 'it was the nurse's damn fault'.

"Now," the doctor began his tone more appealing then before, "as I said before Matt, as long as you take care of yourself by actually putting nutritional substances in your body and not overexerting yourself, you should be fine."

"So I can leave now?" Matt asked as he finally looked over at the doctor.

"Yes you may, just sign the release forms at the front desk and you're free to go." The doctor smiled as he made his way out of the room. The nurse went over to Matt and unhooked the I.V., giving them a shaky smile as she left.

Matt glanced at Mello, but didn't say a word as he got up form the bed and started to get dressed; the two left the hospital in silence.

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After the completely silent half hour it took them to get home from the hospital, Matt and Mello walked back into their house.

Matt wandered into the living room looking through all the stuff he had trashed, trying to make sure that at least some of it was still ok. Mello walked into the kitchen looking through all the food they had in the house, trying to see if he could salvage them a meal to eat.

Matt, after looking through everything in the living room, went to the kitchen were Mello was still going through their food supplies, and he sat down at the table.

After an awkward five minutes of neither of them saying anything, Mello finally turned around and looked at Matt. "I guess you should eat something…we don't have much, but…well I guess I could go to the store real quick and get a few things…" he turned back around and opened a cupboard looking for food again, even though he knew there was nothing in there.

Matt didn't say anything; he just stared at a spot on the table.

"Yeah," Mello concluded more to himself than Matt, "I'll go to the store. It's about time one of us goes anyways…"

"Mello," Matt looked up at the blond, "We…I think we actually need to talk for a change, ya know without fighting."

Mello looked at Matt,walked over to the table, and he sat down in front of the red head, "Yeah, you're right, we do."

A/N: Ok like I said before, I'm really really sorry this took me like…what, two weeks? Yeah, two weeks, I think, to post this. I had so much crap to do in school because I missed like three days the week before, and I was so stressed from all the tests I had to make up and all the tests that were still coming up, plus all the projects, and labs and notebook checks and… well yeah, stressful week and I'm a procrastinator to top it all off. Once again, sorry!

So yesh, I think this should be concluded in the next chapter and if not then the chapter after that. So pretty soon I guess.

Review please? It'll make me smile! And then I won't feel like a total loser…for the most part that is.