Light's POV (the next day)
I woke up to the feeling of weight on my stomach. I looked up and saw L resting his head on my stomach, asleep. Smiling, I observed the rest of the room. It was plain white with now bed and it was filled with medical supplies. There was also a wire inside my arm giving me blood. Suddenly L moved and woke up. A couple seconds later he acknowledged my presence and after that he noticed I was awake.
"Thank god you're alright Light. I was so worried about you."
"Thank you L. I'm so glad you found me."
"Why did you cut yourself Light?" He finally asked.
"Oh well. I was feeling very bad and depressed and I felt the only way to let it out was to let it bleed out."
"But why Light? Why were you depressed? Why were you feeling bad? Please tell me," he said frustrated.
"I don't know," I answered leaving his questions unanswered.
I was not going to tell L about my father. And I was not going to tell L about my feelings for him. How everytime I see him, my heart starts to beat and every single time my father does something and I see him and I feel better. I wasn't going to tell him anything at all.
L, still looking worried turned his head so that he could stare at me directly in the eyes.
"Light, I want you to know that you can tell me anything. No matter what."
"Ok I understand," I answered, my heart beating rapidly.