Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.

So, I spent the first day in the hospital going through tests and my mom crying like I had just come back from the dead. According to doctors, I wasn't even technically dead when I was out though. Besides, if any of the horror stories I'm acquainted with have a shred of truth to them, bringing back anything that died is not bringing back what you knew and it is likely a horrible creature that wants to kill everything or something like that and I am definitely not thirsting for blood at the moment, so I must not be the living dead. Still, this incessant blubbering from a grown woman was starting to wear on my nerves. Eventually, she told me this was actually kind of bad timing, since she was going on a two-day business trip, but the nurses told her they wanted to keep me here for at least a week to make sure everything was all normal anyway. The second day, I was allowed to go take a bath, which was horribly cold and unsatisfying by the time I had crawled into it due to wobbly legs and weak arms, and then they made me sit down and took enough blood that I felt the need to sleep straight through the night and half the morning. The third day, I got some more tests, more involving my brain this time, and did some research because I was so bored for the hours in between and managed to get a computer.

The fourth day I didn't have any tests scheduled and refused to shower at the hospital. I found some clothing my mom had dropped off in a backpack, then decided to sneak out. An amazing feat when most of the staff recognized me and I somehow managed to escape out a door in the stairwell without being seen. I have no idea how I did it actually. Sheer dumb luck is most likely how.

I took the backpack with me as I darted across town in a hospital gown, receiving many strange looks, and ended up at the door of a familiar house. I knocked and rang the doorbell in a rather quick and annoying manner as I gave nervous smiles to concerned passerby. The door opened and I saw a familiar face.

"Light!" I lit up and grinned at him. Am I ever thankful none of his family opened the door. Now that would be hard to explain.

"Rin? Why are you out of the hospital?" He asked with a concerned look.

"Well, you didn't call or stop by, so I decided to come here." I patted his shoulder, a look of delight crossing my face as I could actually touch him. "Oh, and since you owe me, you should let me use your shower. The hospital has freezing water and terrible pressure." I invited myself in and walked past him after slipping the hospital slippers off my feet. "Where're your towels?"

"Wait! I don't see you for three years and then you wake up from a coma and you just walk in like you've been here before?" He scolded me.

I gave him an odd look, about to point out that we only met about a week ago and I had actually been here before, but he cut me off before I could say anything and sighed.

"Alright, it's this way." He motioned for me to follow him up the stairs. "And don't make a mess."

"Got it. Oh, but I've got to talk to you, so stand by the door."

He gave me a look like I was crazy. "Why? Can't we talk after?"

I shook my head. "I've only got an hour at the most before I have to go back. The nurses check on me every three hours and I already used up one sneaking out. I need to leave enough time to sneak back in too." I smiled coyly and added, "Besides, I'm sure you won't peek, and if I do catch you," I paused, thinking about it a little. "Well, actually, that's kind of flattering coming from Mister Perfect."

He rolled his eyes, but didn't acknowledge my last comment any further. "Why did you sneak out?"

"Because I wanted a good shower! And I needed to talk to you about something!"

He sighed again, rubbing his eyes. "About what? I am busy, you know."

"Shut up and listen!" I snapped as I left the door open a crack and stripped as I tried to find a way to put it in order to play along with his clueless act. Since I did barge in here, I suppose I could at least indulge him. "I did some digging, and you know how I was talking about being out of my body? Kinda like a ghost state when I was asleep?"

"What about it?" He sounded like he was talking to a child about their imaginary friend that he obviously didn't believe existed.

"I'm serious!" I shouted at him over the sound of running water, then got back to the point. "So, apparently it's called astral projection or something. My mom told me about it too. When I was a kid, she noticed I knew what a room looked like or where to go before I'd ever been there. She would set up rooms and rearrange objects in them without letting me see and she said I would still be able to tell her exactly how the room looked after keeping my eyes closed for a few minutes. She said my dad's side had a history of weird occurrences and stuff, but he never talked about it before he disappeared."

"When did your dad disappear?"

"I don't know…It's been three years, right? I think it was five years ago now."

"You never talked about your dad." He commented quietly, as if we had been good friends for a while.

"Because I didn't know what happened to him." I shrugged, even though he couldn't see it and it was a bit awkward when I was trying to shampoo my hair. "Anyway, the real mystery is how I ended up in the hospital. No one, not even the nurses who found me outside the front doors, knew what happened or how I ended up there. They did say I was injured pretty badly though. I had to have my heart stitched and now there's a scar there!" I think that last statement sounded a bit too proud. I looked down at the scar on my chest with the same amount of pride though. I don't care what people say, I think scars are the coolest thing if they're not self-inflicted.

"Shouldn't you have died then?" I could imagine the deadpan on his face.

"Well, that's just it. They said it had already been done before they found me. So, whoever brought me to the hospital treated me and the hospital just made sure everything healed properly. I wasn't even on life support after the first two weeks."

"Leave it to you to pull off the impossible." He sounded exasperated.

I shut off the water and began to dry off. "Well, it's not impossible, just improbable. I like to think nothing is impossible."

"That's rather optimistic of you."

"No, I mean actual nothing. Nothing is impossible. Like when you say you're doing nothing? That's a lie. You're still breathing and living and thinking. And when people say nothing is there? No, that's wrong. There's always something, even if you can't see it." I thought about it very briefly and added, "But I guess it is easier to say nothing rather than saying all that when you're answering someone."

There was a long pause, then he said, "You get stranger by the second."

"Hey!" I poked my head out of the door to shoot him a glare. "Don't call me strange when you're the one who's obviously hiding something right now. What is it? Porn?"

"N-No!" He seemed to be taken off guard by the question. "I'm not hiding anything."

"Yeah, I'll believe that when shinigami bring people back to life and they're not horrible creatures that only want to kill." I told him and received a strange look from him as I went back into the room to get dressed.

"I've never heard that expression before."

"Good. It's original then." I rolled my eyes and pulled on the hospital gown over my clothes like it was a robe. I exited the bathroom and followed Light back to the living room. "By the way, where is your family?"

"They're all out right now, why?"

"Just an afterthought, but I really shouldn't have left the bathroom door open when it's just me and a guy my age in an empty house."

He paused, then started laughing. "You know I wouldn't do anything, don't you?"

"Just because you wouldn't do anything doesn't mean you didn't peak. I just didn't catch you, what with you being the crafty genius here."

"I didn't, I swear!" He held up his hands in defence. "You're not even my type."

"Oh really? You have a type?" I asked with a mischievous grin, but didn't wait for him to reply before changing the subject. "Alright, well, I'm going to be in so much trouble if I don't get back in time. Maybe I'll come use your shower again tomorrow." I said as I headed for the door. "Oh, and I gave you warning this time, so don't be busy or be an overachiever and study!"

"Okay, okay. Bye, Rin." He smiled and shook his head at me.

"Maybe I'll tell them I'm going and we can go to that cafe and I can finally have some delicious cake!"

"Good luck."

"See ya."

When I got back to the hospital, I just walked in the front door and the nurses I passed seemed surprised to see me walking back to my room, but none asked where I was or anything. I just smiled politely at them and went back as if it was completely normal for me not to be in my room. It wasn't, but I talked to the nurse usually checking on me and told her I went out to see a friend and have a nice shower. She just laughed and told me I could just tell someone if I wanted to go out and it wasn't a big deal since they had all the tests done and being analyzed. The condition was to not strain my still rather weak and recovering body while I was out. She also mentioned that I may be getting out sooner than expected.