A/N: Dun dun dunnnnnnnn...

Disclaimer: I do not own Mello or Matt. If I did, they'd be a legit pairing.

Warning: Some swearing.

When Matt woke up, he knew three things:

1. He felt like someone had run him over several times with a steamroller.

2. Someone had crudely bandaged his injures.

3. He had no idea whose couch he was on.

The redhead faded in and out of consciousness for the next several hours. Finally, only slightly awake, Matt heard the sounds of someone getting up. I seriously hope a girl rescued me, then I might get some awesome sex on top of being cared for, he thought as the shower turned on. Matt returned to a dozing state, managing to fall fully asleep on accident. He awoke once more when the smell of food began to permeate the air.

Definitely a girl. Guys can't cook food that smells this good, Matt thought, stirring from slumber. He heard someone walk over to where he lay and set a plate or bowl down.

"Hey, wake up."

Matt's eyes flew open as he heard the voice of the asshole that had beaten him unconscious. He gulped.

"Look, I'm really sorry about yesterday," the blond-guy-who-would-be-a-super-hot-chick said, sitting down on the coffee table next to Matt's breakfast. "When I don't take my meds I've got a hair trigger temper. I was completely out of line there, even though you deserved it for scaring those kids." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Figured the least I could do was patch you up a bit and give you some place to sleep and get some food in ya."

The redhead stared at his attacker warily. "How can I be sure that you're not lying? I like my face how it is, thanks, and I don't want it bruised up anymore."

Mello laughed. "I don't usually beat people up when I've got this in my system," he said, pulling out a pill bottle and handing it over to Matt.

"Mihael Keehl, Seroquel," Matt read under his breath. "That's some nasty stuff," he said handing the bottle back. "Bipolar?"

The blond nodded. "Call me Mello, I hate Mihael," he said.

"But Mihael's so sexy," Matt teased without thinking.

"Whatever," Mello said rolling his eyes and standing up, pocking his medicine. "Anyway, I don't know what you normally eat for breakfast, but this should be okay," he said, pointing at the plate on the coffee table. "Don't worry, it isn't poisoned," he said with a smile when Matt looked at it with suspicion.

Hungry and sore, Matt decided to trust the food, grimacing as he reached out to get the plate. "What are you, a 500th degree black belt?" he grumbled as his aching joints started to scream while he moved to a sitting position.

"Third degree black belt in karate," shrugged Mello. "And other stuff. But then I'll just look like I'm bragging so I'll keep it to karate." He handed the plate of diced potatoes, two small pancakes, and a sausage to his guest. "I hope you're not vegetarian."

"Hell, no, I like steak too much," grinned the redhead, wincing as he did. "Fuck, remind me to become your best friend so I don't end up like this again," he said.

Mello smiled faintly. "Sure. I'll put it on my calendar."

A/N: Well, there's chapter 2! I hope you enjoyed it.