We were no longer in a Hotel. I had chose an old hideout. The idea was risky but it gave the best chance at getting better while under the radar. The place was a bit dusty at first but a quick dusting while he was on a twin bed with white, cotton, sheets and white, silk, pillows. The place still had electricity running but other than foods that would last a long time before they expired, the kitchen was empty. I had to hunt through scorpions and dust to find the pots and pans. The stove was so dirty, I had to clean it or a fire would have started. The title floors all were broken with scorpions all over.
To combat them, I took one of the dirty butcher knives and cut every tail off and then put the tails in a bucket. I then made their claws go in there. They became a meal I could feed on while he got the broth soups that were left over. The tails soon became part of my anti bacterial ointment for the infections. The claws became extra meat.
It was touch and go. I watched him go in and out of consciousness. He grit his teeth if he was in pain otherwise Mello just slept. His temperature was very high at points. Other points the fever made him chilly. Getting water and broth was the best I could do for a while. He still was full of infection and pain. Changing bandages became a hassle because so much hurt. He would swear or grit teeth but was too week or in pain to attack.
I sent prayers that I would not lose him. It was a long and expensive process. I couldn't do this alone. My sleep was little and what little I could was plagued with nightmares. I was so tired tears fell from my eyes without much provocation. I also had to redo things multiple times. I wanted to talk with him but he could not hear me at all. I could hear screams sometimes but nothing I said could ease the pain.
He has been naked except for bandages and it made him look more vulnerable as he would get thinner and thinner from not being able to eat right. I washed him many times when he was asleep because when he was awake it seemed to hurt him. I ran out of bandages a few times and had to wait till he was asleep to get more.
There was not enough for us both though. I would often sacrifice half of my food over to him. I dared not go to buy more food because I was afraid of not having enough for medical supplies. This made it very hard on my body and on his. I couldn't imagine the road to full recovery because at times it would seem like he was getting better only to be worse. I was not sure if part of his pain and set backs was the actual infection or the venom I used to treat the infection.
I was sure he didn't care if he lived or died. He just wanted out of the pain. I wouldn't have blamed him. I would never refuse a mercy kill if he asked. I loved him too much. For now it seamed he wanted to fight it with me. I knew of strong will but he was the only one I knew who could stare death in the eye and say not today or something along those lines. I was sure he was staying alive to avenge L and not fighting to stay alive for me. A subconscious touch of my hand told me different and I touched his forehead. The fever was broken.