This World #9
Mellos POV:
I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding as Matt's third seizure of the night ends with a deep, husky sounding moan.
"good boy Matt..." I whisper in a soft, quiet voice I haven't used since he was only small and having so many nightmares he couldn't sleep without huddling into my chest and having his back stroked.
As soon as the shaking dies down completely I get those fluids hooked up into his arm, bandaging the catheter into place firmly. This should help keep him going until the counter drugs kick in, but it's no good just dripping into him slowly for my purposes so I take the clear bag in hand and squeeze it, trying to create a steady flow and hopefully bring his blood pressure back to something survivable.
"your doing so well Matty, just focus on breathing." i force a calm over my body so he can't feel how frightened I am.
I reach down and carefully stroke his cheek, leaning down and letting my lips rest against the gamers forehead while I keep up the pressure on the bag with my other hand.
Somehow I just know Matt can survive this... He just needs a little encouragement.
Matt's POV:
Everything is a great blurry mess of colors and sounds that I can't make two cents of at first.
What's happening to me?
I can't seem to remember at all now. Is that really important now anyway?
Shifting uncomfortably I give a few loud coughs and moans as something, someone lifts me up and cradles my head to there chest like a fragile china doll.
I can hear there heart beating, hear there breathing. It's the most soothing sound in the whole world to me and finally I let my eyes slip shut.
"no matty."
The voice breathes, hot in my ear. It sounds frightened and small, no more then a whisper, but I know who it is. There's only one person on earth who calls me matty.
Mello.
It has to be him! Only he has ever called me that, though it's hard to believe its him from the way it sounds.
Warm fingers run through my hair and across the cheek not pressed into the blonds chest. It's so comforting against my cool skin I lean in slightly, earning myself a little laugh from my friend.
"your just like a little kitten matty." he whispers, voice taking a teasing tone though still not above a whisper. "please hold on."
As weak as I am I can't help but let myself go limp in his grip after only a few seconds of nuzzling into him. I'm certain he thinks I died in that moment because I feel his whole body tense and he pushes against my neck roughtly, trying to find a pulse in his usual far to fast to be gentile way.
I try to let the blond know I'm okay, trying to make anouther soft sound, but suddenly I find myself unable to breathe at all!
"Matt! Matt come on!" I hear mello scream and he gives me a light shake, trying to get me back. "breathe! Breathe Matty!"
The heat from beside me, the warm feeling of haveing been cradled against the wirl wind that is mello disappears as he lays me back in bed.
The crazy swirls dancing through my mind start to fade, fizziling into darkness.
Am I dying?