This World

by RipJawWolfFang

"There's a lot of things Mello docent see, how close I came to ending my life today is just one of them." Matt loves Mello who is neglecting him, he feels alone and isolated from everything he cares about. Without even knowing it a frantic phone call from the blond saves his life. Or is it just delaying the inevitable? MelloXMatt. Mafia Explosion/Mellos recovery. Angst. Yaoi.

11. Chapter 11

This World #11

Matt's POV:

Its so exhausting just to breathe that all I can do is lay in Mellos arms, gasping and struggling.

Not that I mind, it's comfortable just laying here with him. I've never seen this side of him before, the way he softly strokes my hair, kisses my forehead and whispers those comforting words into my ear, so close I can feel his breath on my cool skin.

I get so exhausted and am in so much pain now I can't help but hold my breath every now and then as I cough and choke, and every time Mellos reaction is the same. Those tearful eyes close and he puts his forehead to mine. He's preying for me, I know it, even though my friend lost his faith long ago he is still preying a silent prayer I will recover.

"breathe Matt!" he orders, tilting my head back a little and I let myself exhale sharply only to suck in another gasp and hold that to.

He's getting more upset I can see that. Hell! I can feel it! He grips me just a little tighter every time and his hands quiver as they caress my cheek.

"are you in that much pain?" he almost whimpers out the words, his voice shaking more then it did when he was sick. "come on, breathe!"

I frown and slowly look down over my body; pale skin glistening with cold sweat in the moonlight. At least he had the sense to turn the light off to spare my throbbing head. I must look horribly weak to him right now; even if he docent point out how shit I look like he would normally, I know he is thinking it.

I struggle hard to push back the pain and breathe normally, which would be impossible without my friend there comforting me. I can focus on his touch, on how I have always dreamed he would hold me like this, rather then on the discomfort.

"Mells..." I manage to mumble though I'm not quite sure what I wanted to say in the first place. Maybe I was just making sure it was really him being this frightened and careful. It just wasn't like him.

I'm still not clear on what happened. I think I remember him shoving me and then scampering off to my room but after that it's all a hazy mess. It's probably for the best anyways.

"yeah?" he whispers back, leaning in so his perfect, warm, unscarred cheek once rests against my neck.

"Iv always loved you."