Yo! I don't own anything (except possibly the Almond Maple Supreme cookies, I haven't checked on that.)
Mello grimaced in pain, his arms scraped against his warm leather coat. His torso was raw, his face stung battling the cold wind. He was ruined. Knowing any hospital wouldn't be safe, he holds back an undying scream and heads to the only place he can think of: Matt's.
The blonde's eyes drooped, posture sinking. His pace slowed and drowsiness hit, only the stream of warm blood as motivation to continue. His vision blurred and doubled, pounding on the grey loft door with all of his might.
Matt was speechless. The Mello he once knew- the bright-eyed, determined boy -was gone. The Mello that now stood before him had no shimmer in his hair. No motivation. No longer held notable life. This Mello was covered in scares and burns and misplaced promises.
The gamer sighed and carried his former roommate into the kitchen- the chocoholic not rejecting as he was set down on the smooth, stone counters.
"Oh, Mello... I think I know what will make you better," Matt uttered, pulling out a small box from the back of the far left cabinet.
"Matt... You're not serious, right?" Mello wheezed.
"Ye have little faith, just trust me."
"Matt, I just got badly burned, a Hello Kitty band-aid isn't going to help!"
"Just hold still..."
"...idiot."
He's a lovable idiot. Sometimes my clumsiness ends up with a good idea. I apologize for anything that doesn't make sense, my autocorrect is very problematic tonight. (⌒-⌒; )