Disclaimer and such in Part 137

A/N: To the loyal anon who has reviewed thus far, I am grateful for your feedback, but I assure you, this is an AU and not a part of canon. His new abilities that are not just seeing death numbers are unique to us and are of our creation. Thank you for reviewing this far!

Part 172

The younger raven held his friend close to himself.
"I didn't mean to hurt you Lawli. I lost control of myself again, I have no excuse and I know I hurt you. I'm truly sorry, I really am, dearest. I meant everything before I went awry." He did another check for any further damage from the activity, frowning when a few internal bleeding wounds were opened.

Big dark blotches had appeared on L's left side, blood pooling under the skin. There where a few very weakened gasps from the tired boy before his eyes closed and his breathing slowed to a near stop, undetectable by the younger at first.

A soft humming tune escaped, the one his Lawli always played to him. It was still out of key, but he persisted, holding his friend close, uttering his apologies endlessly. It was a while into the song that he noticed his friend was not being responsive and shook the shoulders lightly and not getting a response.
"Lawli...?" He shook the shoulders once more.
"Lawli...?"

L was slowly bleeding out on the inside, none of it spilling to the ground, but as soon as B looked him over the purple blotch was immediately obvious, a stitch on the inside B had so carefully put there had broken open from the rough movements. He couldn't respond, consciousness once again gone.

With a shaken confidence, he knew what he had to do. He materialized a scalpel from nowhere and cut into his friend without warning to let the blood drain out and so he could have access to the wounds inside.
In the waking world, B was whimpering and scratching at his eyes.

It was midnight and the real L tried to calm his friend, climbing into the bed next to his friend and holding him close.
"You're alright... I'm here..."
In the dream L's words seemed to seep through, making the dream L breath some quiet and raspy words B couldn't make out.

"Don't waste your words, my love." He gave another Morphine shot, but not all at once. He continued to cut open his friend until the section of intestines were available to him. He began to dig as much as he could before the damage was found. With this, he removed his hands and looked for something to sew his friend back together.

L seemed to go further away with every passing moment and Beyond knew he didn't have long. In the dream they're numbers only names, but it didn't seem strange to him. Something else that should have seemed strange, but didn't was the First Aid kit under his bed suddenly becoming visible.

His head tilted curiously at seeing the First Aid kit, positive that it was left in the kitchen before. He shook the thought away before reaching for it and procuring the items he would need to patch his friend back together.
"I'll fix the damage I made. You're going to be alright again, I promise." With this spoken, he removed the tools and began his healing task anew.

"B... B..." his consciousness seemed to return a little though his mind was completely gone from his injuries and too much Morphine.

It took another 2 hours to patch every opened wound, but it was worth it. He cleaned the wounds and closed the cut he made and let his friend lay down to recover. A headache freed itself from nowhere. He hissed and shook the feeling, wondering where it had come from.
In the waking world, B whimpered again his eyes moved.

"Does your head hurt?" L asked his friend quietly, running his fingers through his hair. There were tears in the panda's eyes. All he had done for three days now was worry... and it got worse... it was drawing closer and closer to Christmas...

The headache in B's dream world was getting stronger and stronger, forcing him to collapse to the ground and hold his head.
In the waking world, B started to whimper louder and shift in bed.

L cried and held his friend close, it was already depressing enough this close to Christmas, but with his friend sick he wasn't sure he could ever be this miserable.
While the real detective cried the one in the dream world slowly died, the headache preventing the raven from treating him.

"L-Lawli... I'm s-so sorry... I really am..." He cried out when another wave of pain took over him. He crawled weakly to his friend's side and held onto him, freeing tears while he let his friend go.

In reality, Beyond was starting to shed tears of his own, whimpering and sniffling for the loss he had convinced himself was very real.

Somehow in the dream world the connection to his friend fed him, starting with a faint little gasp and shivering. It was as though his heart had become one with the younger's and pumped weakly along with his.

The pain subsided slightly, but B did not leave his side, whispering his apologies and sentiments while nuzzling his shoulder. He gave soft kisses and closed his eyes.

The color seemed to come back to his friends cheeks the more he touched them. The gentle and more loving the contact with L became, the more he seemed to revive and the more the pain seemed to subside. It was an odd feeling, but one that was comforting. He was giving life back to his friend. His friend was depending on him for each breath.

A stray thought came into his mind while he was figuring this out. If Lawli was now dependent on him for life, would he also be dependent on him for sustenance? It was a curious thought and one he would test, but the relief was there. He was saving his friend and giving life back to him.
In reality, the whimpers slowed to a complete stop before his breathing evened out again.

Finally a breathy little moan escaped the body in his arms as it begun to come good. The injuries where still clear, but as long as he was close 'Lawli' seemed to make small recoveries one at a time; breathing becoming less faint, heart beat becoming stronger, blood pressure returning to something akin to normal.

B curled next to his friend's slowly recovering form, giving affectionate attention the more his friend recovered, barely perceiving that those very same actions were bringing his friend back to life. He hummed his song softly then, petting and nuzzling the form of his friend as he became slowly coherent.
This was having an adverse effect on the younger in reality; because he was 'giving life' to another, his heart rate began to fall and his breathing began to slow down.

The real L just buried his head in his friends neck. He was sure he was about to lose everything again. He would wait, wait until all hope was lost before he would kill himself and join Beyond.

A strange sort of calm came over Beyond then. He didn't know where it came from or why, but he liked it, welcomed it. Taking his chance, he maneuvered his friend to his chest and rotated him, opting to try out his stray thought. It was weird to look at his friend on his chest like that, but if his theory worked, then it was good.

The heart monitor showed his heartbeats slowing down further until there was a tiny bip before it flat-lined.
"How in the world did he flat-line? Get the paddles again, we're not going to lose him!"

L gave his friend a tiny kiss on the cheek before standing back, tears freeing themselves. He had already given up at this point, the time of year and the way his friend wasn't responding made him lose hope. This was his chance, while they broke his friends body to get it going again they where distracted and would not notice what he was about to do. He slinked off, getting medication and a needle from the now unlocked cabinet. He was going to overdose himself, there was no question about it. He filled the syringe with a lethal concoction of drugs, mixing them in a way he knew would cause his body to shut down quickly and quietly as to not make a fuss. Then he snuck back in to his friend, sinking down on the floor.
*He is brain dead now, I am sure... when they leave him again I will overdose myself in his arms... We will be together... he is already gone...* He sobbed quietly in the corner.
In the dream world 'Lawli gasped and opened his eyes, looking up at his friend but the cloud of confusion seemed to be far less then before.