Mellos POV:
The first thing that comes to me is nothing but the sound of muffled sobbing. Words I can't make out weaved together by whimpers. That's all I hear for a long while, just listening to the voice i don't understand in the darkness.
Then slowly I start to feel things again. The bed beneath me, something warm laying at my side. A soft kiss to the cheek, a loving touch that lasts seconds yet leaves me tingling for ages afterwards.
Slowly the voice starts making more sense, bit by bit, peace by peace, word by word.
"love... Mello... Don't... Please..."
Its Matt's voice, I know that much, but I don't understand why he is crying and I cant make sense of what he is saying yet.
"just... Up..."
'what?' I asked in my mind, wishing I could somehow ask him what he was going on about.
"just wake up..."
Slowly I crack open my tired blue eyes, though all one of them sees is a huge white blur. My mind starts ticking over as the throbbing in my side takes over. A dull, painful ache that hurts all the more when I breathe.
I was running... I got burned... Then the roof...
I remember everything slowly. I thought for sure I was going to die when I called Matt, laying there on the floor waiting for more rubble to come crashing down.
As the vision in my good eye returns I cast my gaze around the room. It's my bedroom, thats easy enough to tell from the lack of video game posters plastered to every available space.
I couldn't see Matt, but I could feel him, his arm was draped over my waist and his face was crying warm tears as it nuzzled against the good side of my cheek.
I must be pretty horribly burned for him to be upset like this... I haven't seen Matt cry since... Well since we left wammys...
"m-m-ma-tty?" I rasp out, realizing just how raspy and thin my voice sounded and silently cursing myself.
"mells!" before I knew it the warmth shifted and deep green eyes starred down into blue, sparkling despite bing wet and red with tears.
He was worried about me. He still is worried about me. My lip twists up slightly in a weak little smirk.
"y-you lo-look l-like shit."
Matt's POV:
Looking after Mello every day this past week has been so exhausting. All I could do to stop him from dying on me was wrap his wounds in god damn plastic sandwich wrap then wrap the bandages over the top to stop the wounds sticking to the gauze and then ripping off all over again every time I changed his dressings. Not that I can change it often anyway with how sick he is. Every movement, even changing the dressings, could cause him to go back into shock and die in my arms. He is just that weak.
Still, now, looking down into his one visable blue eye after so long thinking he would never wake, I can't help but smile and snort laughter when the first thing he says is how shit I look!
"mello..." I lean down and stroke his unininjured cheek. "your really awake?"
The blond looks up at me and nods ever so slightly, smirk still firmly on his lips. Of coarse Mello was smirking. even now he must be in pain, confused and hazy from the medicine, I would have thought he was brain damaged of he did anything other then smirk and tease me.
"your an ass hole then." my smile turns into a smirk of my own and I softly bat at his cheek like I'm going to slap him.
"you... L-love...me..." his eyes softened and finally he smiled back, a small, weak smile, but an honest one.
"yeah..." more then you will ever know Mello.