The Little Things Give You Away
By AishiExcel
Hey guys! I'm back again with a brand new rap, and no I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation accusation- ahhahhahha! … Enough Eminem, I'm here with some Little Things for y'all and I hope you love it! I didn't think about it, but I have over 200 reviews! OVER 200!! ZOMFG! I think you guys deserve a reward. So, I'm going to draw you a picture. Does anyone have a particular scene they'd like to see on paper? If you do, pop it into that little thing called a review- and if you're one of those peeps out there that's alerted but as of yet posted no review, now would be a great time to start! Please?
Anyways this chap is a little unusual as it deviates from Light's point of view for a while, so I hope the change isn't unwelcome and doesn't grate anyone's nerves. Light and all his drama will be back soon enough. For now, here's what else is going on in the world! Enjoy!
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Mihael Keehl, better known by his stage name of Mello, wasn't a patient guy. Sitting through discussions with the producer, costume designer and casting director after auditions had been boring enough, and now THIS. He'd gotten the call as soon as he left the studio that his brother was in surgery once more and zipped straight over, barely making time to call Matt and arrange to meet at the hospital along the way. But now there was THIS… this long period of sitting around waiting pointlessly. Mello was 18, he was famous, and he was wealthy. He shouldn't have had to wait for ANYTHING, even if that thing was his own brother to be released from surgery. Yet here he was, sitting in a room specifically called the WAITING room, WAITING on the same old news he heard every time.
He knew exactly how it'd happen. He'd sit here and wait until he was nearly asleep as the sounds of Matt's Gameboy beeped mutedly in the background. Then the nurse would clear her throat and Matt would gently shake Mello awake and point wordlessly at the doorway where she stood.
The nurse would politely address him as Mister Keehl and quietly announce that his brother's surgery had been a success. She would go on to add that he was recuperating and wouldn't be taking any visitors for now. Mello would ask when he WOULD take visitors. She's murmur something about calling when he felt better, and they'd never call.
Another thing Mello wasn't was stupid. He knew that his brother was perfectly capable of muttering at least a few words to the one who had paid the expenses of his surgery in the first place, even if it was half-incomprehensible and diluted by morphine and anesthetic. It was that his little terror of a sibling didn't WANT to see him. By now Mello had given up expecting his little brother to acknowledge him. He wasn't even sure why he came to these surgeries in the first place. It wasn't like he got any sense of fulfillment sitting in the cold, sterile, pastel-colored hell they called a hospital waiting room. And it wasn't like he needed to be here. What could he possibly contribute to the little nightmare's health by just sitting here?
He pulled a dollar out of his pocket and tapped Matt on the shoulder. "Hey. Matt. Could you go get me a Hershey's from the vending machines? A regular, none of that almond or cookies and cream crap."
His band mate mumbled a 'yes' under his breath without looking up from his game console and then took the dollar, standing up and shuffling out of the room to the lobby where the snack machines resided. Mello sighed and leaned back in his chair. Everything in his life had been looking up… his new album was selling, his creativity was flowing like a river and he'd even taken up a new passion… acting. It seemed strange to think there was anything other than music in Mello's blood, but the second he'd heard that unspoken challenge in Light Yagami's eyes… he knew he had to try it. And he hadn't just TRIED it; he'd EXCELLED at it. Sure, he had acting experience in high school and even some in school beyond that, but he'd never imagined he'd make it to TV. TV! He could soon be more than just a Rolling Stone article; he could be a household name, someone so well known that his brother would HAVE to acknowledge him. And if he happened to become more famous than Light Yagami along the way… well, that was just a bonus.
Matt had barely made it back from the lobby when the nurse appeared in the doorway, smiling pleasantly at Mello. Despite the frumpy, navy-blue scrubs she wore, she was quite attractive, and Mello glanced down at her nametag, taking a mental note that her name was Halle Lidner.
"Mister Keehl, sir?" she asked politely, glancing down at her clipboard. "Your brother's surgery was a success."
He hadn't realized he'd been holding a breath, but he let it out regardless. Not that he expected anything to go wrong (and when the little brat acted so high and mighty, he really shouldn't have worried about him at all,) but in this world… you never knew. Even if he wasn't particularly concerned, the "what if" always nagged at the back of his mind.
He stood up to leave when the pretty nurse cleared her throat again. "Mister Keehl," she repeated, "would you like to see him?"
He paused, clutching his chocolate bar. "Pardon?" He must have misheard something.
"I asked if you'd like to see him. The anesthetic has worn off and he's quite lucid, so he can take visitors."
"Uh…" She must have been new here, so she didn't know the little brat like everyone else, or she wouldn't have asked. Even if Mello came in and sat beside his bed, he'd just pretend to be asleep or refuse to talk to him. "I doubt he'd want me to come in and disturb his recovery, so…"
She was a persistent one, though, coughing politely again. (That was beginning to get VERY old.) "I think he'd like to see you."
"Trust me, he won't," the blond murmured, feeling his temper surge up in his chest. She was either very stupid or very stubborn- or worse, both.
She sighed and tapped her French tips on her clipboard. (Just what kind of nurse got her nails done like that? God knows what kind of things would get trapped under the acrylic crescents.) "What I'm trying to say, Mister Keehl, is that he's asked if you would come in. But he was a little wary that you wouldn't come see him, so…"
Mello's jaw nearly hit the floor. The brat ACTUALLY wanted to see him? Had he died and gone to some parallel dimension?
"Uh… 'Kay then…" he muttered, clutching the still-wrapped chocolate in one hand. "Matt, come on, let's pop in and see him."
Halle sighed. "Only family can visit at this time. Your friend will have to wait out here."
Mello nearly said then and there to screw it, that if Matt couldn't come, the brat could go to hell, but he swallowed his anger and nodded, motioning to Matt to wait for him.
"So," he asked as he followed the nurse down the long hallway, her shoes clicking on the tile floor, "which room is Nate's?"
"Room 213," Nurse Lidner said formally, not even turning to look at him, "and he prefers to be addressed as Near."
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GASP! They're related!! Muahahaha, and I leave you with a cliffhanger, AGAIN! I am absolutely the WORST!! Well, I was going to write more this chap, but it had taken so long to get typed and stuff that I decided to go ahead and split it into two chapters, so next time you'll get Hospital Drama with the Keehl Family: Part Two. For now, I hope you enjoyed this little tidbit, and I'm sorry it wasn't much. I've had presentations and all kids of crap due at school, it being the end of the nine weeks, so I've had little free time. But hopefully soon you'll get another dose, and without too much delay!
In other news, I'm so fed up with AS right now it's not funny. I've been trying to follow Code Geass (it's amazing! Like Deathnote and Gundam Seed's secret lovechild XD) and then those stupid a-holes decide to move it. To four in the freaking morning. WHAT THE, As? Now I have to miss it during my stay-at-school weekends because our lights-out time is one A.M. (which was okay when Geass was still on at a reasonable hour) and I have to set an alarm just so I can wake up on time to see it when I'm at home. I swear, if they weren't my only reliable source of anime right now, I'd shoot AS in the head. Anyways…. Sorry for the rant, guys, love you all, and don't forget to review!!