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Suggested Listening: Save Me by My Darkest Days; Mistake (radio edit) by Moby (this is the ONLY version of the song I like that I can find)
Part 9
~Weak~
Mello's thoughts were going in a million different directions and he wasn't sure which to choose first.
Matt had been worried about him. Check.
He had almost died. Double check.
Matt had kissed him. What. The. Fuck.
That one sentence was wrong on so many levels, first and foremost was that Matt was his friend. Mello didn't give a shit that Matt was a guy, but they were friends and friends didn't do that sort of thing. Not ever. Unless you were friends-with-benefits which they most certainly were not.
Matt had kissed him... and Mello didn't know what it meant or how he should react.
One thing he knew was that he had to get out of that damn room.
Hardly five minutes later Mello sat with his head resting on his knees willing his newfound nausea to abate. He had stupidly tried to stand and immediately found it was a horrible idea. Mello didn't know if it was because of whatever medication they had given him or because he was in pain and his body was protesting any motion, but he had nearly retched.
Mello felt so utterly crappy and not even sipping the small glass of water Matt had left had helped. He clenched his fists as tightly as he could and wished things weren't like this, that he wasn't so weak and off his game.
But there was nothing he could do, not for the moment. And he accepted that, to a point.
For the moment... all he could do was try and heal and regain his strength.
With a frustrated sigh Mello carefully laid back down and closed his eyes. He hated his life sometimes. He really did.
.
.
Mello supposed he ought to have remembered more of the previous week he'd spent in that room. But really everything had blurred together. He figured it was out of boredom. Too much of the same things and his mind had condensed it as he healed.
He was still bed ridden but he could at least stand without almost throwing up or passing out which was some small progress Mello supposed. Only... he had still made no progress concerning Matt.
Mello was still confused, alright completely bewildered on the subject of 'that', and hell he hadn't even seen the redhead since the incident. He wished Matt would visit even if it would most likely be awkward and strained and uncomfortable for the both of them.
Mello hated feeling alone even knowing it was probably the exhaustion and boredom talking. He hated missing Matt when he knew he was still in the same damn building.
He hated... that he missed Matt at all.
Hated that he was beginning to question why he missed him; if it was because of their deep friendship that had never really dissipated or because of something else... the something else that Matt obviously felt.
Mello just hated everything.
.
"Fucking doctor." Mello grumbled, using the wall to support him. He could walk around on his own, though he had been warned not to overdue it. He wasn't in danger of ripping his stitches, but had been told that no matter how good he was feeling he needed to continue to rest and not push himself.
But Mello had been restless, had been restless since the day Matt had kissed him, and to hell with being told what his body could take. He knew himself better than anyone else... or so he had thought.
Mello's side was on fire and he was bathed in a cold sweat as his legs trembled violently. His thighs were tight with the effort to keep him above the ground and Mello swore to himself he was never getting shot again. Ever. It was too much of a hassle and not worth it.
But Mello knew it was a lie. He would get shot a million times over if it meant taking them all for Matt.
Mello's bones felt brittle, like termites had snacked on them and left them rotted from the inside out and Mello swore his stitches hadn't itched that bad earlier. His entire body was sweltering hot to the touch and yet he was cold. He knew that wasn't good but couldn't really do anything about it.
He was so close to his room, so close to being able to hide the fact that he was wrong about so many things, and that he had pushed himself but Mello just couldn't do it. His determination was a strong as steel but his body was about as flimsy as paper.
Mello grit his teeth and wished his hair wasn't so long as the sweaty locks stuck to his neck and face just like his clothes were starting to. It was disgusting and why couldn't his body just go a little further?
Mello let out a whoosh of air as his fingers gripped the corner where the two walls met, as though he could pull himself around the corner with his aching fingers alone. Instead his shoulder bumped the edge and all Mello could do was let out a curse as he crumpled to the floor in a heap.
That was it. He just simply couldn't make it any further. He would just have to wait until he was found and listen to the ensuing tirade he would receive from this.
Mello heard footsteps almost immediately as his hearing cleared and knew that was it. He was out of luck. But when he looked up all he could do was blink.
"Mello? I thought you were on bed rest- what the hell did you do to yourself?"
And even as Matt was telling him off for being 'such a pain in the ass' for not listening to the doctor all he could do was smile.
He didn't care that he had been caught hardly twenty feet from his room and was being picked off the floor like a child who had fallen and hurt themselves. Mello didn't care that everything hurt and he had probably earned himself at least another week in bed.
He didn't care because it was Matt who had found him; Matt who had been chain smoking outside his room and pacing and so out of touch that he hadn't noticed Mello until he had fallen.
Matt, his Matt...
.
It was hardly necessary in Mello's opinion. Not in the least. He had learned his damn lesson with the last time, but apparently the doctor hadn't thought so. Sure he was stubborn and bored and going so fucking crazy with nothing to entertain him, but he wasn't stupid.
He had mistaken how much his body could handle but he wasn't about to do it again.
And now he had a babysitter to make sure he definitely wouldn't.
It wasn't all that bad though.
Matt sat on the edge of Mello's bed, hunched over so much his back must have hurt, playing a handheld and smoking.
Mello was tired and ached and might have had a small fever because of his stunt, but everything was alright in his opinion.
Matt looked up at him and gave him a tiny strained smile.
Or at least they would be.
-End Part 9-
AN: surprisingly... i think this is going to make more than 14 chapters... XD usually all my side projects make about 12-14 chapters no matter what i do.
But i have more than 5 chapters worth of stuff planned... i think. :P
Special thanks: (),MsMattJeevas, spiltmercury, kikyotwosoul, DarkAngelJudas, Miharu is Haruka's Love Child, Kari Twilight Mist, Possessed4evr, MostlyxShortxStories, Living in a fantasy
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