Hello. I'm so sorry. I totally forgot about this story. This chapter probably sucks a lot, and it's horribly short, but I hope you'll forgive me . I lost all my ideas so I had to re-read the entire story and try to re-find the plot...and I still can't remember, so this will be interesting. Anyway, enjoy the L POV I promised you. And remember, I don't own Death Note. Haha.
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the color of everything around me.
White.
What an odd color...white wan't really exciting at all. Thrown onto the color wheel and pushed into obscurity by the bright, astounding colors. White seemed empty. Empty and...
Wait.
Why was it all white?
Confused, I looked around. Nothing was familiar. It looked like...
A hospital.
Why was I in a hospital?
And then it all came back.
The door. The gun. My chest.
Then I realized how much it hurt.
The pain hit me hard and I tried to keep my breathing steady, not wanting to make it hurt even more than it already did.
Yoki.
I stiffened, gasping as pain tore through my chest.
Where was she? Was she okay?
She was my responsibility, after all.
And I was afraid to admit any more than that.
I'd come so close to death already that starting anything with her would be a mistake.
Maybe after we caught Kira...
Maybe.
The word maybe, I realized, held so much uncertainty and sometimes, even pain. Maybe could be taken as almost a yes, or almost a no, optimism and pessimism caught in a battle that only ended with the result. Maybe really was a horrible world.
My own...despair? Was it despair? What was it? I wasn't really sure.
Maybe it was the medication.
There was that maybe again.
I laughed.
But it didn't become a laugh.
It was silent.
Silent?
I tried again. Nothing.
Something was wrong with me.
I tried to make a sound, any sound.
Nothing.
I couldn't speak.
I started to panic, the heart moniter beeping wildly. A small nurse rushed in and put something into my IV. I felt lighter.
The room began to fade.
And then, nothing.