AN:I am so freaking sorry! My computer died, leaving only my mom's laptop for work. She's a teacher. Teacher mom + school checking laptop + yaoi = mom fired = mom finding about about my slight obsession = grounded. So, I probably can't update a lot, because I'm using my flash drive, which sometimes doesn't save correctly. So, yeah…

Anyways, I totally changed the plot form here on out. I rewrote the chapter I had already written out, so this fanfic might actually end somewhat organized! Oh, and I'm almost done! Then I was planning a sequel, but from Matt's POV. The epilogue I might put at the end of this one is probably going to be after the sequel I'm planning, though.

Disclaimer: Death Note ain't mine, bitch D:

Suggested Listening: Hospital by The Used or My Confession – OT3P

Chapter 12 – Voice

Mello, it's time to wake up.

No. I want to sleep.

You can't sleep.

But I'm so tired.

Open your eyes.

I don't wanna.

Honey, it's not your time yet.

Mom?

Yes. Please wake up.

But…you're dead!

I know, Honey. Please, wake up. For me.

Okay. And mom?

Yes?

I'm sorry. I remember now. I love you.

It was never your fault. I always loved you and I still do.

I found myself having to blink the tears out of my eyes as I woke up. I immediately knew I was in the hospital, but I wasn't in the same are as the past two times I woke up here. Instead of normal walls, there were two curtains on either side of me, probably separating me from other patients. This must be the ICU. Wasn't Matt in here before? That must mean he's still here! Unless they moved him to a safer room or…

"Oh, good," someone said, "You're awake."

A blonde woman came into focus next to me. Her fierce blue eyes focused on me, and despite the icy color, they showed motherly warmth.

"Who…" I was able to manage to say before my voice trailed off.

"I'm Halle," She answered my unspoken question, "I'm a nurse here. I'm the one who found you passing out on a swing set."

"Matt…" I whispered, "Is he…"

"Matt…I don't know him," she looked thoughtful, "Is Matt his real name?"

"No…Mail."

"Mail Jeevas?"

"Yeah."

"He's fine. He woke up a few hours earlier and stabilized enough to get moved out of the ICU."

"That's…good…" I muttered before drifting off to sleep again."

I woke up and Halle was still there. She was changing my bedding and smiled at me. I fell back asleep almost instantly.

The third time I woke up, I stayed awake. I was also out of the ICU and in a normal room. Halle was by my bed, and she was standing next to Matt.

I managed a smile through the haze clouding my mind.

"Matt," I said, "You're alive! Yay!"

"Mello," he practically scolded me, "Now's not the time."

"Am I late for a very important date?" I asked, finding his previous statement strangely hilarious.

He sighed and turned to Halle.

"Is he high?" he asked.

"He's on a lot of meds. They're feeding him anti-depressants through the IV, but they still don't know the dosage, which is why he's been asleep for the past couple of days."

I yawned, "Boooring! Can someone feed me?"

"Sure," Halle said and walked out.

"Matty!" I noticed him again, "How have ya been?"

"Peachy," he replied, glaring at me a bit.

I stared at the wall for a while, my vision fading in and out, until Halle came in with a tray of the rumored-to-be-horrible hospital food. I took a bite, but I started gagging. I risked another bite, before jumping out of the bed, totally dumping all the food all over the mattress, and leaning over the trash can, retching. When my stomach was empty, I continued to gag a little bit. My arm hurt, too. Oh, yeah. The IV. I must've ripped it out.

"Fuck," I swore, feeling a bit more sober.

"Well, it's not like you need the IV anyways," Halle commented as I sat against the wall leaning my head back. She left with the gross trash can, leaving Matt and me alone again.

"I'm so sorry," I quietly apologized to Matt.

He sighed, "Please, don't talk about this now. We will later, we have all the time in the world to talk about it. I'm just glad you're alive and that I'm alive, too."

"I'm probably going to be locked up."

"I am too, Mello."

I looked at him quizzically.

"My addiction," he said quietly, "I got an infection on my arm that I didn't notice. The doctors did. They're making me go to rehab."

I must've looked like a fish at this point.

"Don't worry," he knelt down in front of me, "The nearest place is a joint rehab-psych ward place."

"You look way too chipper to be talking about this topic," was the only thing I could manage to say.

He smiled and kissed me.

Believe it or not, this is the first time we've kissed since we started going out. It sucks that it's in a hospital room and that I was just barfing less than five minutes ago.

But, hey, despite all that, this is still the best, sweetest kiss ever.