***Hello, everyone! It's summer, and I was given a diploma, so I should have more time to write before I go on vacation later this month. I own none of the cool stuff, let's go!

Chapter Three: New Territory

When L came the next morning to Light's room, he brought a wheelchair with him. Even if Light's physical mobility was still severely limited, his mental health wouldn't improve if he just stayed in his room all the time.

"Good morning, Light," L said, looking towards the bed. However, Light had managed to get back into his preferred corner. He was curled up there, half-asleep. He was certainly stubborn.

However, L could be just as stubborn. He gently nudged Light with the side of his foot, and vacant eyes looked towards him. "It's morning, Light. I would like you to go to the cafeteria. Multiple staff members informed me that they can't remember the last time they saw you leave your room. Also, I would like to ask you some questions, as you've proven that you can communicate with me," L said.

Light looked at him. He looked at the wheelchair, then to L. The older man got the message, and helped Light up. Once he was settled, L began heading towards the cafeteria.

"Does your body still hurt to move?" he asked. Light shook his head, which was fortunate. Once the light hit his retinas, he winced. "That happens to me too. Your eyes will adjust soon," L said. He couldn't help but wonder when Light last left his room was.

Before he could put too much stock into those thoughts, the two reached the cafeteria. A fair amount of other patients were eating breakfast. Most were with some sort of assistant.

L pushed Light to a vacant table, and one of the cooks brought a tray to them. A bowl of oatmeal and a glass of orange juice were on it. "They should at least provide brown sugar," L commented as he sat down. Recalling how little Light could move his hands, he would need to be fed. L was alright doing that, but he wasn't going to waste Light being in a decent mood.

While they were together, he was going to follow some leads. "Can you sign properly, or just spell?" he asked. Properly, Light managed, his hands barely moving.

"Good. Last night, you spelled out the name Misa. Who is she?" L inquired. Girlfriend, Light replied. No wonder he thought of her after something as intimate a massage.

"Do you remember her last name, or anything about her?" L asked. Amane. Very beautiful. Kind. Not very smart, Light recalled.

L brought the cup of orange juice closer to the edge of the table and put a straw in it. Light leaned forward slightly and sipped on it. "Misa Amane, as in the magazine model?" L recalled.

Her dream came true? Light asked. Oh, yeah. Misa's success was fairly recent with the media. Light had been suffering for far longer than his incarceration period. But when he'd heard that his girlfriend was happy, L noticed something.

A slight glimmer of life in Light's rust-colored eyes.

And L was willing to cling to that glimmer like a lifeline.

"How would you like to see her again?"

XxX

Misa sighed tiredly as she flopped onto her hotel room bed. Another long day of photoshoots had her tired out. She loved her job, but it left her exhausted.

She reached for her phone to browse social media for a few minutes and see if she had any urgent messages to tend to before she called it a night. The lock screen of her phone always made her feel a bittersweet happiness, yet she couldn't bring herself to change it.

Her and Light were lying on a picnic blanket, her kissing his cheek. It was from their last real date before his depression had gotten worse, and he'd been put into institutions and put on medications of all kinds.

Misa had made a conscious effort to use her fame to raise awareness about mental illness, not just mental health. When she checked her voicemails, there was one that piqued her interest. The voice was monotonous, and the number was unknown. But the contents brought a smile to her face.

"This is L Lawliet, Light Yagami's current psychiatrist. As you are a model, you are understandably busy. However, he has memories of you still. Fond memories of you that stimulate him positively. Call this number at your earliest comvenience, nighttime or daytime."

Misa checked the time. Nearly 11:30 PM. But this was a matter of life and love.

So, she called.

***Sorry if this chapter was a little slow... hopefully, the next chapter will have more. Be sure to leave a review on the wall out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!