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The silence went on. Only the rain hitting the ground was heard. Matt came to a stop, his arms dropping to his side. His expression lost in complete shock. From where he stood, just a couple of feet ahead was a black bundle. He glanced around briefly before running toward it. His hand lingered over the top as another flash of lightning lit up the scene.

"Hey! Are you alright?!" he shouted over the thunder.

The black bundle rolled over. Revealing the figure of a young female. Her skin was white, her clothing drenched with rain. Her brown hair was covering her face and neck, cemented there as the rain drenched it further. Matt hesitated before gently brushing her long hair from the woman's face. He repeated his question before jolting back in shock. He hadn't noticed that it wasn't only rain that was drenching her. He hadn't noticed the crimson color of the spilling blood against her black dress.

He held his breath from a short second before rushing back toward her. He noted that her hand was clamped around her throat. He also noted that she was weak, her strength disappearing faster than he'd noticed at first. He pulled her weak hand from her throat and replaced it with his own. In the short second it had taken to replace her hand with his own, he'd seen the extent of damage on her throat. He gulped as he glanced around at all the blood.

Oh god… this isn't good.

He kept one hand on her throat as he ripped at his long sleeve. Ripping the stiches out and wrapping it around her throat as a bandage and tourniquet. He picked up her hand and placed it back on her throat. He the picked her up from the wet ground, her weight was nothing to cause him trouble. Then he was running. Through the rain, back toward the house. His eyes focused on the terrified look in the girl's eyes. He longed to tell her that everything was going to be okay, but it had just began and well, he didn't see a positive side to the situation.

He kicked open the wooden door, not bothering to look back, and straight into the small living room where Mello was asleep on the couch. He lowered the girl to the couch before snatching up the cell phone on the table. He dialled the quick emergency number before holding the phone to his ear. His desperate dribble of what was going on woke Mello up.

The blonde sat up and rubbed his eyes before his nose wrinkled at the scent of blood. His eyes were focused on Matt, as he hadn't noticed the female not far from where he sat. He assessed that Matt wasn't hurt, but why was he missing a sleeve and who's blood was that dripping from his hands. His eyes widen as he followed the trail. He almost instantly went into action at the sight. Not caring who this girl was. Just the fact that she was hurt and possibly dying right there, he helped. He removed her hand from her throat and placed his own to stop the flowing blood.

"Matt! What the hell!" he shouted.

Matt dropped the phone and rushed to their side, "Two minutes… I promise" he murmured, his hand covering Mello's on the girl's throat.

His gaze was focused on the girl's face. His eyes serious, speaking for him as the girl stared back. He couldn't bring himself to say it, but he knew that she could see it in his eyes. It saved him from speaking. Two minutes, just two minutes. Hang in there. You'll be fine. They'd been in situations similar. At the high risk work they worked at, they'd seen and been in situations similar. Though they just wished that each of those had been successful and those injured had survived. He watched silent as the girl closed her eyes. He blinked. Was she unconscious? Or dead? He shifted his hand and felt a racing puss. Good. He shifted his stare away from her and toward Mello.

"Mel… you alright?"

Mello remained silent. His wide eyes were locked on Matt's bloody face. He gulped once before dropping his eyes to the girl. "What… happened?" he asked, his voice broken.

Matt inhaled a deep breath. Honestly, he didn't have a clue what had happened. He'd just found the girl in this state. He dropped his gaze from Mello, staring at the rosary beads around his friend's neck. Praying seemed like the only thing he could do. He couldn't bring himself to speak about this, or anything really. He turned his head slightly at the sudden sound of sirens. The room filled with red and blue lights flashing continuously.

"They are here" he murmured, his voice blank.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion from there. Matt was pushed back by the frantic paramedics. Mello surrendered easily and stepped back. Watching from where he stood. His bloody hand curled around the rosary beads. His mouth moving too quickly for anyone to make up what he was reciting to himself. Then they were alone. Matt sat back, his gaze locked on the blood on the couch. He remained silent, watching the last paramedic leave the room. Mello went silent, staring at the doorway.

"Should… we follow?" he asked.

Matt pulled the keys from his pocket and pulled himself from the ground. His actions told Mello that no matter what, he was going to be there until this girl woke up. He stared at his friend for a long minute before turning and disappearing out into the hallway. The loud roar of the engine of his car broke the silence. Mello hesitated before running from the room, not taking a look back, he pulled the door open of the car and got inside just as it sped off down the stormy streets.

The ambulance wasn't far ahead. They sped after it, copying it's every move before the hospital came into view. What was going to happen next couldn't be guessed. The engine cut off, and the car went silent. Matt remained in the front seat. His hands still clenched around the steering wheel, his eyes closed as he listened.

"Mello, sorry"

Mello pushed open the door and stepped out before glancing back at Matt, "You're only saving someone's life… Come on"