Author's Note: Wahoo! I know you've all been waiting patiently for another chapter, so here you go! Sorry it's so short, but I'm short on time. We're moving to a new location this week, leaving me absolutely no time to update. Still, I found time to give you some nice Matt-discomfort. I was planning to make this chapter a very sentimental one, but I suppose that'll come in Chapter Five. The Doctor thing took up all of this chapter. Look forward to the next chapter - it'll be sugar-sweet, hopefully. Onward!
Disclaimer: I only WISH that Death Note belonged to me. Sadly, it doesn't. If Death Note belonged to me, it would be censored or banned in nearly every country for the amount of smut and fluff in it. xP And Matt and Mello would live happily ever after.
Warning: Language, Rape, Abuse, Violence, Etc. Get the picture by now? Of course, this chapter is pretty tame. Compared to everything else. xP
"M, you have to listen to the Doc. Don't make me angry," Mello said through gritted teeth as the hacker cowered halfway under the cheap hotel bed.
"But, but...Doctor...he'll..." Matt frantically clawed at the carpet, struggling to squeeze further into the impossibly tiny space.
"Boss, can you just pin him so I can dress his wounds?" Doc sighed, patiently tapping his fingers on the dresser.
"He's been traumatized," Mello snapped, "Let me handle him." Mello carefully knelt beside Matt's shaking form and rested one hand on the gamer's back. "M, come on out," he ordered softly. "If you stop struggling, it will be done sooner. Then it will just be you and I again..."
"But, a Doctor! Doctor, Mel!"
"Yes, a Doctor. Doc is the only one who can help patch you up so that you can recover. Stop being a pussy and come out from under the bed." Mello tugged gently at Matt's shoulder. "Don't you trust me?"
Matt stopped struggling. His body went limp, as though all his energy was spent. "I trust you. But only you."
"Fair enough. I'll be with you the entire time." Mello half-dragged the petrified boy onto the bedspread, taking a firm grip on his wrist. He nodded to the Doctor to proceed with the examination.
"All right," Doc muttered, "Finally. M, Boss, I'm going to begin by cleaning the flesh wounds first. I'll wrap and bandage them to the best of my abilities. But guys, I hate to say this, but I'll need to inspect M's internals to see if any damage was done. Should I administer a sedative? Is he gonna freak again?"
"By 'inspecting his internals,'" Mello cringed, "Do you mean...?"
"'Fraid so. My glove, his ass. If there hadn't been sodomy and rape involved, it wouldn't be necessary. But I don't have the equipment to inspect his internal wounds any other way. Should I put him to sleep before we begin with that?" Doc eyed the sheet-white hacker.
"No," Mello demanded, "No drugs that aren't absolutely necessary. I'll keep him calm enough. Please continue. M, I'm going to keep a hold of your left wrist. You grab my arm with your other hand. Don't think about letting go unless I say so."
"Ah-h-h-uh," Matt's voice quivered, "O-o-ka-y..."
"He's absolutely petrified," Mello thought. "My poor Matty..."
Matt gently took Mello's white wrist in his palm, surprised at the warmth. And the softness of the blonde's skin. Groaning at the pain, Matt sat up and squeezed his eyes shut. The Doctor began cleaning the wounds dotting Matt's abused skin, eliciting many stifled cries and whimpers from the pained boy. Mello remained steady, grasping Matt's wrist tightly. The bandaging was worse, causing Matt to claw at Mello'sarm in protest.
"All right, I'll need him to lie down on his stomach now. Last thing we need to do," Doc sighed, watching the hired hacker's eyes bulge in fear.
"M," Mello whispered gently into the trembling young man's ear, "I won't let go. It won't last long."
"Noooo…" Matt whined, flipping over and burying his face in Mello's lap. He resembled a small child hiding from Daddy in Mommy's lap.
"Please proceed, Doc," Mello commanded, squeezing Matt's wrist for reassurance.
"Won't be long. I just need to glove, lube, in, and out. That's all." Doc snapped a fresh, crisp glove on his hand, applying a generous amount of lubricant. "Sometimes I wonder how I got this job," he joked, ramming a finger into Matt's most sensitive area.
"NGHF!" Matt cried, gripping Mello's wrist until it bruised. "M…Mell…"
"Shh, M," Mello whispered, "Almost done. Trust me."
"All done," Doc snorted, wrapping the glove in tissue and tossing it in the trashcan. "There's a small tear inside, but other than that…all's clear. Nothing life-threatening. In fact, I didn't even have blood residue on the gloves. You're a quick healer, M. Either that, or you're used to..."
"Thank you, Doc," Mello growled, cutting the Doctor off in mid-sentence, "That will be all. Return to the base. Tell the boys that I will rejoin the team in a few days. After I deliver M to his location, I have a side job to do."
"Right, Boss," Doc nodded. "I'll leave some pain pills on the table. Make sure he doesn't take more than three in a day."
"I'll take care of him," Mello responded, rubbing circles on the back of Matt's wrist with his thumb.
"I'll take care of him."
