For you who doesn't like yaoi, shounen ai, gays, boyxboy, or whatever you wanna call it, don't read. Sure, it's in later chapters, but there will still be some.
And, you can find it on DeviantArt, if you're interested, just tell me.
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Dislaimer: Don't own, don't want.
Chapter Two (I'm sorry that I don't have any flashy names on the chapters):
The auburn-haired jammed the brakes and quickly hopped out from the car.
He could hear the sirens in the distance. He had to hurry, that was for sure.
He pulled the orange-tinted goggles down in front of his eyes, to cover them from the stinging smoke.
Quickly surveying the blazing area, he ran towards the building, where he could hardly make out the form of a person through the suffocating smoke. When he got closer, he could see a hint of light hair and dark clothes. Mello.
He cringed by the sight of Mello's torn and tattered body. There were second-degrees burns all over his body, some parts in worse condition than others, one of them being his face. And there was blood. Lots of it.
Matt constrained himself not to throw up right then and there by the image of his friend's mangled figure.
As fast as he could, without adding too much pain on his comrade's behalf, he helped the more or less unconscious man to his car.
He heard the sirens wailing closer. The time was running out.
Forcing down the panic that threatened to boil up, he walked as fast he could towards his car, but the dead-weight leaning on his right shoulder didn't help at all.
No time. No time.
At last, they made it to the car. Gingerly, Matt lowered the body of the now unconscious man onto the backseats, where he could lie down. Then he climbed in on the driver's seat and started the car, begging to whoever wanted to listen that they both would make it from there and back to his rundown apartment without any difficulties.
Lighting another cigarette as a replacement as the one he'd dropped without noticing, he pulled out on the road that led to the center of the city.
Just a minute later, he saw the police cars, ambulances and fire engines. Taking a slow breath, he forced himself not to do as his intuition told him to: step on it. Luckily, he wasn't pulled over and could drive home without further complications.
After what felt like an eternity, he pulled up outside his ramshackle apartment. For once, he was glad that he lived in one of the areas where the streets often were empty of people.
He put out the cancer stick and climbed out from the car.
Eventually, he made it up the stairs to his apartment without being seen.
The stupid elevator was broken, so he had to carry the somewhat bigger man. It was not an easy task, especially not for a person like him, whose only trained muscles were those in his fingers, those that he used when typing frenetically on the keyboard when hacking or when he played his beloved video games.
When the blonde chocolate-addict lied rather comfortable on the only bed, Matt tried to once more look at the wounds to get an idea of the damages. He shouldn't have done that. It all resulted in him running to the bathroom and emptying his poor excuse for a breakfast into the ceramic toilet.
As soon as he felt ready to look at the damages again, he went back into the bedroom with a first-aid kit, which, so far, had never been used.
He booted up the laptop standing on the floor in front of the sofa.
While waiting for it to start up, he lighted one more of his dearly loved cigarettes and took a deep, calming breath. Then he opened up Firefox and searched in Google for "How to treat a burn". He clicked on the first link and hoped there would be a proper explanation how to do it. For honestly, he had no idea at all.
"Okay. Here we go…" the ginger boy mumbled, he just couldn't stand the silence, "…'Call for emergency services immediately'? That's out of question… Can't risk anyone recognizing him."
He went on to the next item, "So… Remove all clothing but the ones on the burns, huh?" he said and stood up, heading for the kitchen where his one and only pair of scissors were.
He couldn't help but wonder what Mello would say about Matt cutting his clothing into pieces. But then again, he wouldn't be able to use that leather again anyway.
Back with the scissors in his hand, he went straight towards his bed, where Mello was out cold. The striped-clad gulped and glanced at the burns, inhaled the nicotine-laced air, and then started to cut away as much of the leather as he could without touching or looking at the burned areas.
Using the zipper was something he never thought of. Besides, zippers are overrated.
He put away all the smelly pieces of leather on the floor and went back to his computer. "Hmm. Applying compresses, no ice" he muttered under his breath and walked away, once more, to the kitchen, this time with a compress taken from the first-aid kit in his hand.
In kitchens, you can find both water and ice. Just that he wasn't supposed to use ice as a treatment for the burns.
That's what the internet said anyway, and everyone knows that internet never is wrong. Right?
The goggle-clad man wet the compress with cool water, squeezed the cloth so it wouldn't drop, and made his way to the side of his friend.
Pushing up the goggles on his forehead to make his view clearer, he placed the wet compress where the burns looked nastiest.
"Fuck, Mello..." The young man felt a tear running down his cheek, what would happen if Mello wouldn't make it? Now that he finally got him back, would he leave again?
It really did hurt seeing his usually lively friend like that, but somehow, it made him more human.
Matt fixed more compresses to lay at the injuries. He followed the instructions and didn't leave them on for more than a short amount of time.
With shaking hands, the auburn-haired teen checked Mello's airway, breathing, and circulation, he felt like an utter moron not doing so earlier. Good thing everything seemed to be in order. And as much as he knew, the other didn't appear to be in shock. But then again, he was unconscious.
Matt went to the bathroom, checking the cabinets and drawers for anything, mostly painkillers and other things that would come in handy. A brand new toothbrush, someone?
At last he found some painkillers, sleeping pills and an anesthetic cream of some sort. He put two painkillers on the bedside table together with a glass of water, and the rest of the things in his pocket.
the site Matt finds is real - the one about how you treat burns - and if you do what he did, you'll be able to find it. Just Google it.
Special thanks to last chapter's reviewers:
BrittanyHarmon13
Dlvvanzor
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