Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note
"Matt this is Jay." Mello introduced them. "Jay, Matt."
"Hey, kid. It looks like you could use a good meal." Jay gave Matt a roguish wink and a boyish smile.
"Jay, lend Matt your shirt so we can slip out of here. I'll deal with the nurses." Mello disappeared out the door, once again, as Jay took off his jacket and shirt, exposing the large muscles beneath.
"I'd give you the jacket but…" Jay shrugged. "Anyway the shirt's clean."
"Yeah, I heard Mello was into the mafia business." Matt was smaller in both height and build than Jay so the shirt almost hung off his shoulders at the collar. He pushed the sleeves up a little so they didn't completely cover his hands.
"Yeah that kid's got real fucking potential. Gambino family's happy with him." He handed Matt his goggles before making sure the gun he wore was safely hidden. Matt fit the goggles snuggly on his head. "You want me to get you a wheelchair or something?" Asked Jay when Matt started to sway with the room.
Matt shook his head, trying to clear it. "Just get me out of here."
They walked out. Matt leaning on Jay slightly and Jay securing him with an arm placed around his shoulders.
It must have been night because the halls were dim and not even the nurses were around, though that was probably due to Mello. They were soon in the hospital's underground garage; headed for a car different from the one Mello drove him in. Jay opened the door to the passenger's side and helped Matt in.
"Where's Mello? Isn't he coming?" Asked Matt as Jay slid into the driver's seat.
"No. He drove another car so he's taking that one." Jay said, starting the car.
"Oh." Matt said quietly. I won't cry. He told himself. Mello, are you leaving me again? He pressed his forehead against the cool glass window and watched the blur of streetlamps before he fell asleep again.
Matt woke in Jay's strong arms, who was in the process of carrying him through a large, nicely furnished apartment.
"Put me down. I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own." Matt snapped. "And where the hell am I? Take me to my apartment."
"Now hold on a minute." Jay held up a hand while turning his body so his gun couldn't be easily taken. If he wasn't so pissed Matt would have found it funny.
"Don't get mad at him." Mello came in through the door behind Jay. "I told him to bring you here." He set down the box he was carrying by the leather couch and went to stand it front of the door again.
"And why the fuck did you do that? Bring me to my apartment, now." Matt demanded. His hands were shaking and he knew if he didn't go back to his apartment soon it would only get worse.
"There's no way I'm letting you go back just so you can bleed your life away."
Jay wisely moved out of the way, out of Matt's line of sight. Matt took a few purposeful steps toward the door but Mello wouldn't move. They glared at each other for a moment, each trying to get the other to back down but being roughly the same size and build, it proved ineffective.
"I'm not leaving you. Not this time." Mello said softly.
"Move, Mello. I won't be your loyal puppy. Not anymore."
"Good. I don't want a dog. I just want you. My friend."
"Friend." Matt scoffed. He punched Mello, knocking him to the ground, and immediately felt Jay's strong arms wrap around him. "That's for being such a great fucking friend and leaving me." Matt screamed. He was sobbing when he felt Jay push a needle into the vein in his neck. He watched through a veil of tears as Mello pinched his nose in an effort to stop the bleeding. Then, whatever drug Jay gave him, did it's work. He drifted off again to that place where nothing hurt, where nothing mattered.
