Um...
I didn't actually intend to upload a second chapter, but all of you guys were like "UPDATE! :D" and I started to feel guilty and I... I COULDN'T FIND THE "Complete" BUTTON D; *hides face in shame*
So now I'll need to change the summary to "two-shot", right? ^^;;;
This chapter sucks as well, I had no idea what was going on as I wrote it 8D. Plus, I didn't know how to end it. Sorry.
And thank you for all your nice reviews, this is just a kind of practice fic, to hone my non-existent skills. Please help me out and give me critique. Please. PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU *grabs you by the shoulders*
WELL. I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE OR WHERE YOU'RE FROM, BUT READ ON, MY FRIEND *^*. (If you want).
(I really want to name this chapter "Sanitizer and Vomit" but that sounds weird.)
I'm dead.
This was all L could think as he fell through the constant darkness. It was like a giant tunnel, only leading downwards. A downwards spiral. He couldn't do anything to stop himself falling. He wasn't in control of anything anymore.
He threw out his arms, outstretched his hands, felt the cool air filter between his fingers. He tilted his head to the right and saw blackness. It was the same when he looked to the left. He didn't try turning around and looking up, because he knew he'd get the same result. Blackness. There was nothing there. He was falling through nothingness.
But this did not worry him. It was refreshing, in fact. For once, he was surrounded by nothing. He had nothing to think about. He had no responsibilities to attend to. He had no urgent cases waiting for him. There was no-one and nothing here. No-one to show concern when another scar appeared on his wrist. No-one to look worried when the bags under his eyes turned coal-black. No-one to tell him there was something wrong with him. Just empty nothingness.
He closed his eyes, he didn't need them anymore. He didn't need any of his senses anymore. He no longer existed.
But wait. He was thinking.
If I can produce thoughts, if my brain is still active…
I think, therefore I am.
I can't... I must be alive… somehow…
If he was alive, then what was happening? Where was he? Why couldn't he stop falling? What was going on?
He snapped his eyes open, the previously comforting darkness now terrifying. The breeze he felt now became freezing, beginning to hurt his body with its numbing temperature. His body stung with cold and all of a sudden he could feel the wounds covering almost all of his body again, the breeze transforming into a brutal wind, buffeting the deep scars and striking him with powerful blows.
The pain was back, and L was lost.
His ears were now ringing, the relentless gust howling past them. He tried to move his arms to cover his ears, but the force of the wind was too strong, and he found he couldn't move his body against the invisible wall of air.
He was trapped. He screamed.
He found himself yelling Watari's name, wanting the old man to somehow stop this chaos and take L away from all this pain.
Faint shouts reached his ears. Someone was yelling something from afar.
The shouts got louder, and L could barely make out his name from the distorted voice. He responded by screaming louder and louder. Louder. If he could make his voice loud enough, this nightmare would all end.
The distance was becoming brighter. There was a blindingly bright light at the bottom of this seemingly never-ending abyss. L slammed his eyes shut - they were barely open anyway - and let out one last strangled scream before the darkness ended and the light overtook him.
"Ryuzaki!"
L shot up, his eyes snapping open and taking in the light. As soon as he did this, a frantic beeping began. He yelled out of panic again, unsure of his surroundings.
"STOP, MAKE THIS END!"
"Lie back down, Ryuzaki, it's okay, you're in a safe place!"
A hand was placed on top of his, it was meant to be a gesture of safety, but it put the detective more on edge.
"GET AWAY FROM ME, WHOEVER YOU ARE!"
"Please, Ryuzaki, calm down!"
Calm down. Yes. He needed to calm down, and process his situation and surroundings. He was acting insane. He needed to think things through logically. He couldn't let his confusion get the better of him. He couldn't let them get him.
L tried to make sense of his location.
He was in a bed, but it was not his own. No, that didn't make sense. All of the beds he slept in – on the rare occasions that he slept – were hotel beds. He didn't actually have a bed of his own. But this was not the bed from his room in the current hotel Watari and him were staying in. He was sure of that.
It was a bed with clean white sheets, and a clean white pillow. The duvet covering his lower body was exactly the same. Clean and white.
There were metal bars around the side of the bed, most likely to support people getting in and out of it. Next to the bed was an assortment of medical-looking machines, and a large bedside cabinet. It too, was clean and white.
He studied the room containing the bed. There was an old-looking black TV, with its remote lying on the bedside cabinet. Also on the cabinet was a vase filled with sickly-smelling yellow flowers. Just looking at them gave the detective a headache.
The scent of the flowers partly disguised the thick smell of sanitizer and vomit.
The floor was tiled, and also looked impeccably clean.
Near his bed was an armchair and a couple of plastic chairs. Watari sat in the armchair, his face looking as concerned as before. Standing next to his bed was a nurse, still with her hand over his.
He was in a hospital room.
No. Why am I here? What ward is this? They… can't have. He can't have. He can't have done this to me.
"Are you feeling calmer now, Ryuzaki?" The nurse talked to him like he was a small child, like he had trouble understanding things. Like he was stupid.
He moved his hand away from under hers, and stared at the wall opposite him. This was all just another dream. It had to be. Watari couldn't have taken him here, to this hospital. He grabbed the sheets with both hands and dug his fingernails into the material. His head was spinning.
"Ryuzaki?" It was the voice of him. Of that traitor. He had trusted Watari. And now… now he had gotten him into an impossible situation. Everyone around him now thought of him as mentally ill. As incapable.
L shut his eyes and tried to stop his emotions from taking over him again.