"Get off of him." Matt woke to see Mello grab Near by his shirt and shake him roughly. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"He needed someone. Where were you?" Near's voice held no emotion.

Mello tensed. "Shut up, you freak. I looked for him."

"But you didn't find him. I did." Near actually sneered. "It's your fault he's like this. If it weren't for you, this would have never happened." Near yelled.

"Shut the fuck up." Mello screamed and punched the snow-haired genius.

Near's face returned to it normal emotionless look. It was like he didn't feel any of the punches.

Matt shook his head, his thoughts muddled by the painkillers. Have to stop Mello. Mello was taking out all his frustrations on the small genius and Near was letting him. Just fight back Near. That's when it occurred to Matt. He won't fight because he doesn't want to hurt Mello. Even if Mello hates him, Near won't hurt him. Moving slowly because of his broken ribs, Matt made his way to the edge of the bed to grab the back of Mello's leather vest. Mello, interrupted in the middle of his venting, turned around and slapped Matt on the cheek. Just like a bitch. At least he focused long enough to look horrified with himself.

That's when Near snapped. Grabbing Mello's vest, he flipped him over onto the floor. "Get out." Near snarled.

Mello turned to Matt who was nursing his stinging cheek. "Matt, I didn't…it was an accident I swear. I'm sorry."

"Just leave." Matt muttered. That fucking hurt. "Come back when you can act civil."

Mello clenched his hands into fists. "Fine." He left reluctantly.

"Are you ok?" Near touched Matt's cheek gently. "I'm sorry he hurt you."

Matt flinched. "I'm fine. You don't have to be sorry. You didn't do anything." Matt sighed. "I had to stop him. He get so…physical sometimes."

Near wiped blood from his nose and smiled jovially. "It's quite alright. Before I came to Whammy's I lived in Britain with my older brother. I was always being bullied so he taught me to fight. So I'm used to it."

"What happened to your brother?" Matt lay back against the pillows, wincing at the pain his ribs caused.

Near shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed. "One day he just didn't come home. I lived by myself for awhile but someone figured it out eventually. I was only eight."

"I'm sorry."

"Why? I'm not. If it didn't happen then I wouldn't have meet you."

Matt looked at the blood stains on Near's shirt. Mello can be such an idiot sometimes. He began unbuttoning Near's shirt though it proved somewhat challenging because his right arm was broken so he used his left hand.

"Does it bother you?" Asked Near.

"What?" Matt concentrated on the task, his tongue poking out in frustration at his clumsiness.

"The blood." Near moved to help him.

"Not really. Well…yes." He admitted, letting Near finish the task. "Kind of stupid right."

"After what you've been through, no, it's not." He wiped the rest of the blood of with his shirt and let it fall carelessly to the floor, out of sight. "I'll call you up something to eat. You probably haven't eaten in days." He reached for the phone on the nightstand and began talking to someone on the other end. He looked up when Near started mentioning chocolate items.

"Chocolate?" He asked when Near hung up. As far as he knew neither of them really liked chocolate.

"For Mello. Would you like me to get him now or wait? I must confess I do enjoy having you alone. Things do get lonely without you here." Near smiled.

"Can you get Mello? I was probably harder on him than I should've been. I'm sorry I left you Near but…"

"I understand." Near quickly hopped off the bed and went to go get Mello.

Fuck. I'm tired. I wish I could just forget everything ever happened. Shit…I'm never going to forget. He sat up as Mello rushed into the room followed by a very surly-looking Jay, arm in a sling.

"What are you doing here?" He asked Jay.

"I can't come visit?" Jay asked as he looked around. His face lit up when he found what he was looking for. The TV remote.

"Matt, I am really sorry. I don't know what happened. You have to believe me; I would never do that on purpose." Mello said frantically trying to get Matt to believe him.

"Calm down, Mells. I know you wouldn't do anything like that." Matt pinched Mello's cheek just because he knew he hated it. "I forgive you."

Near came in carrying a tray loaded with food and set it on the bed. I don't even remember seeing him leave.

"I got you each something." At least he was wearing a clean shirt.

Everyone grabbed a dish but Mello and Near. "The chocolate was for you, Mello." Near began playing with his hair again.

"I'm not eating anything of your's." Mello sneered.

Matt rolled his eyes. "Would you two get over your rivalry and not fight for once?"

"I am not going to even try and get along with him." Mello stated. Matt glared. "Fine." Mello grumbled and offered his hand to Near who seemed to have no objections.

When they were finished Matt watched as Mello and Near tried to hold a civil conversation but failed.

They are such idiots. It takes too much energy to hate someone. I rather waste it trying to get rid of these fucking memories. Matt rubbed his forehead and looked up to see both Near and Mello looking at him with worried looks on their faces.

"Would you stop staring at me." He snapped. Moving slowly, he made his way off the bed. "I need a bath."

"I'll help you." Mello and Near said in unison.

"Back off, you-" Mello took a breath. "I'll do it myself." He said calmly and helped Matt to the bath. "I almost wish Near hadn't gotten to you before me." He muttered when they were alone. Matt looked at him with surprise. "When Near told me happened I wanted the satisfaction of killing the bastards myself." He explained as he helped Matt remove his clothes and step into the gigantic bath.

Matt sunk in until the water reached his chin, careful to keep his cast out of the water. Mello sat on the tiles and leaned against the wall. The gamer stared first at the steaming bathwater then at his lover. Fuck it all. "I want to die." He said softly.