A/N: Just wanted to post something up before school starts tomorrow (T^T) And when it does, I'm going to try to post a chapter at least once a week though no promises! Since exams are coming up and I really need to start studying DX And this chappie, I'm not sure but I'm just going to say that it's a hurt/comfort fic, literally^^ So this is for both ... and IndifferenceToSociety (here's your hurt Mattie ;D)

Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Yaoi, fluff and a little kiss~

Eight in the Morning: Sleeping Beauty

"God Matt!" Mello muttered as he ran as fast as his long legs could carry him to the infirmary. "You're such an idiot!"

It has been exactly four minutes and twenty seconds since Linda told him that Matt's been knocked unconscious in his gym class and exactly four minutes and nineteen seconds since he's run out of his English class.

Now dodging hall monitors and Roger's little lackeys, the blonde teen picked his way through the stupidly large building. He had been to the infirmary enough times to remember the ways to get there.

The infirmary door was painted white, just like everything else that defined slow painful death. And Mello pushed it away as hard as he could because that was not Matt.

"Excuse me," A voice halted him from marching straight over to the corners blocked off by curtains that were a nasty shade of sea green.

"What?" Mello snarled because he hadn't had chocolate since he dropped his last bar on the floor when Linda talked to him. And chocolate was the only thing that calmed his nerves either than knowing that Matt was okay.

"This is an infirmary," The voice said calmly as Mello twitched and twirled around to glare at the nurse, Takada. "Not a playground."

"So?" He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. He was itching to get to Matt, whom he just knew was behind one of those curtains.

"It's class time," Takada noted. She was wearing a long white coat and holding a clipboard that made Mello want to hit her with it. She really was annoying.

"I know," Mello said matter-of-factly. He wasn't an idiot and she should know that. "And I'm here to see Matt."

He noticed that Takada's grip tightened on her pen, connected to the clipboard with a length of purple yarn and he smirked.

"You should be in class," She forced a smile on her face that made her look like a plastic doll and Mello was tempted to smash her fake little face in.

"But I'm here," He said through clenched teeth. "Because I want to see Matt. Now tell me where he is and no one gets hurt." The nurse visibly winced because there was a 171 centimetres tall student in her office and he looked like he meant every word that left his mouth. She could safely conclude that this blonde teen was Mihael Keehl, the smart-ass delinquent most gossiped about in the teacher's lounge.

And she's heard some pretty ridiculous stories about him that may or may not be true. And she wasn't betting her life on it.

"H-He's in the last curtain to the right," She pointed a shaking finger. It was, after all, the only one occupied at this time. "B-But he's still unconscious right now!"

He nodded at her, frowning slightly before turning on his heel and nearly ran to the curtain that was waving gently in the wind that seeped through the opened window next to it.

"Matt!" Mello called out softly, throwing the flimsy piece of fabric to the side. His eyes immediately fell on to the redhead that looked far too pale against the white bed sheets and far too thin underneath the grey blanket, his eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly.

He knew; he just couldn't believe it.

And Mello couldn't help but stare because Matt didn't have his goggles on and that was a miracle in itself but his glasses were also gone and Mello thought that something must have been seriously wrong.

"…Matt?" He asked as he snapped the curtains shut behind him and carefully approached the sleeping teen, a piece of gauze taped to his forehead underneath his too-long bangs.

But Matt didn't respond and that was what worried Mello the most.

The blonde blinked and slumped down in the seat next to the bed. The seat was hard and plastic but Mello didn't even notice.

He stared at his boyfriend's pretty face, willing his eyes to snap open so he could see the amazing green that he knew was underneath. After fifteen minutes of tracing every single one of Matt's features with his sharp eyes, Mello was officially bored. He knew that it was Matt was laying there unconscious in front of him and he knew that it could be something serious but he was goddamn bored.

So he did the first thing that popped up in his mind and leaned over Matt's body, kissing him right on those opened lips.

"Mmmf—!"

Mello snapped his eyes open and stared into clear spring green that was almost neon and he gasped, pulling away.

"You woke up!" Mello exclaimed, nearly tripping over the chair as he leaned away.

And Matt sat up, crossing his legs in front of him, a smile playing on the lips Mello had just kissed.

"I've always been awake." He laughed.