Matt's POV:
As the days slip by mello seems to perk up at least a little. Looking after him gets easier and easier as time goes by to. Now he is awake I can get him to drink and eat soup, which is loads better them trying to pour it down his thought, I was worried I would choke him eventually, and vary nearly did a few times.
Slowly I lay back down on the bed at my best friends good side, daring to close my eyes for just a moment.
My own hands are still burnt, cut and torn, and its undeniably uncomfortable for me to do much of anything. Even playing my video games hurts now. At least I have Mello to keep me company.
It's nice waking up every morning and knowing he will be there, laying at my side and sleeping peacefully. I missed having him here while he was off using the mafia every day and had no time for me. He can't talk much, not yet anyway, but I get no less excited when I see his visible blue eye open.
Slowly I open my own eyes again, checking to make sure my tornado of a friend is really asleep before slowly, carefully wrapping an arm around his waist.
Mello let out a soft, content sounding sigh but thankfully stayed fast asleep. Ofcoarse he is asleep! I have him on so many pain killers he would sleep through an earth quake! At least that's what I tell myself as I close my eyes again.
I don't even want to think about what my Mello would do if he woke up and found me cuddling into him like this. Probably laugh and tease me. Or would he be mad? He seems to be so angry at everything since joining the mafia, though now he's sick he seems to be more or less back to being happy. Well that's probably the shit loads of stolen morphine.
I snort a little laugh. Well its not like he can kick me out of the house. If he did he would die of dehydration since even with me here I have a hard time keeping the fluids up to him. Mello is a lot of things, but he isn't that stupid that he would die of thirst rather then get a hug from his oldest friend.
Soon sleep starts to eat at the edges of my mind and I give a louder then intended yawn, kissing my friends cheek softly.
"good night mello." I whisper. "I still love you."