Hey there! I'm sorry about my absence ::sweatdrops:: I was working! In March I'm getting Word, so soon! Ryuk will be in the next chapter! Woop! excitment! Ever review is more muse! Oh, that was lame.
Raito was sitting up in the hospital bed this time. He didn't look up as the door closed. "The nurses say you won't eat." L stated, climbing into the chair.
"And?" Raito said, looking at the wall.
"And your not here for Anorexia Nervosa, Ratio-kun." L sighed. "Why are you doing this?"
"I don't care." Raito said, slowly folding his arms over his chest.
"About eating?"
"About anything! Why are doing this to me?"
"You did this to yourself."
"No, I didn't! I did what's right! ...Didn't I?" Raito shook his head hard. "What am I suppose to do?"
"Give up the Death Note." L asked for the umpteenth time, leaned forward slightly. Raito was doubting himself.
"And what will that do? Erase my memory? Tell me, L, what are you going to tell me? When I don't remember, when I ask why in the hell am I in a hospital chained
to this damned bed!"
Raito looked at L, glaring profusely.
"What do you think is going to happen? Do you expect I'll just forget? That I'll just, move on, problem solved? WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME?"
Raito suddenly threw the metal sheet containing his lunch on the floor.
"It's better if you give it up." L stated calmly. Raito screwed up his face at him. "Why?"
L shifted, though his face betrayed no emotion.
"'It would be a step forward on the road to recovery.'" L quoted Raito's doctor.
Raito threw himself over on his side. "Whatever." He said, exasperated.
L lurched forward, grabbing his shirt.
"Would you stop acting like a bitchy teenager? Your 24! Grow up! Being bored is not an excuse! I don't care anymore."
L jumped off his, disgusted.
Raito blinked. "L, you- I mean..."
L turned around. "You know what to do here. Do it."
Raito stared at the door. then he looked at the ceiling.
"Boredom is so very dangerous." He whispered to himself.