Wow! this story is getting more popular ^.^ thanks again to all my reviewers! this time you have earned a Twinkie!
*TWINKIES FOR ALL!!!*
(–.– yes that is from Foamy. What is Foamy? ^.^ a squirrel!)
another completely unimportant note: did you know they have banana flavoured Twinkies in the states!!!!? (I'm from Canada... we just have regular flavoured Twinkies T_T)
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*WARNINGS*
nothing too serious this chapter, although I do apologize for the length. This chapter would have been close to 20 pages had I uploaded the original... needless to say, the next chapter will be much longer I can assure you ^.^
Darkness in Tears
L felt hands on his shoulders pulling him off of Light, he let out a cry that sounded like a wounded animal and turned broken eyes to the culprits.
"Please, we need you to move, so we can treat him." A man's voice said, his hair matched L's, and he wore a blue shirt with a badge that read; Paramedic.
L stubbornly shook his head.
"L, move now!" Watari's voice bellowed, it was very rare of him to raise his voice and L was temporarily stunned by the sound. The distraction let the other paramedic pull him fully off the young boy's body and move him to the side.
"Save him..." L pleaded.
"We'll do everything we can." The second paramedic, with blonde hair, routinely said.
They got to work immediately, equipment was pulled out and lain on the floor with precise position, each piece glowed silver and reflected the ebony orbs of the detective. The first paramedic methodically checked for signs of a pulse, while the other set his attention to Light's wrist and hand. Bandages and gauze were picked up and wrapped to secure the bleeding, as needles were injected and tubes attached.
L watched the scene behind shadowed eyes, his hair more a mess than its usual disarray.
"His chances look good." The paramedic with the black hair commented, while setting up the stretcher.
"Wait, look at this." The blonde one said in a near whisper.
There was a terrible silence that hung in the air when the first paramedic left the stretcher to check out the problem his co-worker pointed out.
There were whispered words exchanged, and L strained to hear what they were saying to each other. The attention of their conversation was held in the blonde paramedic's gloved hand, but angled just out of sight. However it was flashed into his view momentarily and slipped into a plastic bag. L had only a second to read the bottle's label, but a second was enough.
Codeine
Light was loaded into the back of the ambulance, the black haired paramedic climbed in after him. L went to climb in as well, but was stopped by someone.
He turned and saw Soichiro Yagami glaring at him with eyes that burned hatred. L pulled his arm from his grip and turned back to the ambulance whose doors had just closed, "No! Light-kun!"
"What have you done!" The leading officer of the police force commanded in a deep grating voice.
L's eyes widened slightly at the accusation. "I... I didn't do anything!"
"Then why is my son in an ambulance!?"
L ignored his question and looked past him to see that the entire taskforce had gathered. They all stood staring in L's direction their face's twisted with confusion and concern. L looked for Watari, upon spotting him with the blonde paramedic he approached him, aware that he was being followed by Chief Yagami.
"You called the taskforce" L accused him.
Watari gave him his usual emotionless face. "It would be highly unprofessional of me not to." He claimed brushing L off and turned back to the paramedic who was asking him for details.
L grit his teeth, his patience worn thin.
"L," Chief Yagami said, slightly more calm this time. "What happened?"
The detective looked to the ground and scuffed his bare foot across the pavement which proved to be a horrible idea as small glass shards cut deeper into them. He cringed in pain.
"I think Light was depressed and he – "
"Why was he depressed?" the Chief interjected.
"I don't know." L lied.
"Yes you do." His voice held the edge of a threat.
L sighed, eyes still trained on his painfully throbbing feet, "It seems that Light-kun and I... have gotten... quite close."
"Close as in..." Yagami let the rest trail off, but his tone held an indication that he knew very well what L referred to.
"Yes."
Yagami suddenly turned on his heal and walked away, leaving the detective trained on his now bleeding feet.
"Stay out of the way!" The paramedic ordered roughly pushing L out of the way on their rush to emergency. L stood in the hallway, his heart beating uneven and rapid, his stomach was clenched in guilt and his breathing was so shallow it might as well have stopped.
He stood there in isolation realizing with absolute certainty just how alone he would be -and had been- without Light. Time blurred into nothing around him, the rush becoming distant background noise, he was so far removed from reality.
L held on to false hope that Light would be ok. He hated his genius mind at the moment that tore through his delusions with calculated percentages. The numbers were clearly displayed for him to read: there was a 94% chance that Light wouldn't make it. For how could he? He had drunk a bottle of pure liquid codeine and then deeply slit his wrist. But then his delusional mind told him the EMS had gotten there in time to stop the bleeding. But... but... that just wasn't enough, that much medication would cause respiratory depression, and the chances of his heart giving out were significant. He wished -but he knew- that not even Light Yagami, could survive this.
L seemed to come back to life on that thought, and bolted through the emergency center. If this was really it, he couldn't stand just waiting. There had to be something, something he could do.
He burst into the room that held Light, and at first the scene was confusing, but his eyes adjusted and everything came into horrifying focus. There were at least ten doctors in the room. They were crowding around the unconscious boy on the table, each attentive to different parts. Their voices were talking in rapid succession, whispering orders L couldn't understand a word of.
But then the heart monitor started beeping and flashing, the doctors all froze momentarily to stare at it.
It had flat lined.
A second later he saw the defibrillators, and then they were whispering more orders, harsher this time, as they prepared Light for the electricity.
There was a nurse intently focused on his wrist, checking it thoroughly for glass shards even when the doctor yelled 'clear' before sending a thousand volts of electricity into his chest.
The ECG machine stopped beeping and spikes could be seen rising, signalling a pulse. The doctor with the defibrillator sighed in relief putting them back, and returning to check the clear and red fluid that was dripping into Light's veins.
L realized he hadn't moved from his position at the door -hands on either side of the frame- mouth agape and eyes wide. He didn't know what he was feeling, mainly because he had never felt such fear in his life.
Suddenly the ECG flat lined again and L felt his pulse rise into his throat. He tried to swallow but found himself momentarily incapable of even that simple act. He resisted the urge to shut his eyes, which he knew would record this moment in his mind forever.
L's breathing stopped suddenly when his perfect internal clock signalled that Light had been clinically dead for one minute. No one had noticed that L was even there, no one had taken their eyes off Light or the ECG for a second. He could see how hard they were working, and he knew they were doing their best, but L was uncharacteristically angry at them, this was Light, Light couldn't die!
The ECG ceased its alarm once more and Light stabilized, but only for a few seconds before it flat lined again. "No good! We need the cardiopulmonary bypass pump!" a doctor hissed insistently.
"There are none! Everything we have is working on Kira victims."
Had L been thinking clearly he would have seen the sickening irony of the situation, but fortunately he was unfocused and frozen, his wide ebony eyes unblinking and glazed.
"You!" L snapped his attention to the doctor speaking, but realized it still wasn't to him, but instead at a nurse watching the ECG monitor. "Go find one!"
The nurse hesitated, her eyes slid to the doctor, "But—"
"I don't care! Now!" The nurse nodded and rushed for the door, brushing past L on her way out but not even looking at him. After that everything slowed to inch by in agonizing seconds.
Light's heart started again.
Defibrillator
"Clear!"
Jolt
"Clear!"
Jolt
His heart started.
Only to fail.
L lost track of time, he lost track of his mind and body too. The nurse rushed in pushing a large machine. The lead doctor looked relieved before setting it up in a blur of hurried movements. After that everything calmed, but only because the doctors had found a temporary solution, Light wasn't okay yet. His heart was too weak to beat by itself.