I've been listening to Death Note the Musical on repeat for days on end, purely because it helps me write this story. You know what else helps? Reviews. So, I beg of you, write a review and save me from this eternal loop. (Seriously, I feel like I'm going mad.)
Ellie Lawliet's P.O.V.
This sucked. On top of my burns and bruises, I felt sick all the time, and I kept getting upset for weird reasons. I still couldn't get out of bed, even though it's been three weeks. I had to have a few operations to realign my ribs and the bones in my feet.
L wouldn't leave. It was nice, but sometimes it got a little annoying. I needed me time at least once in a while. I once overheard him telling Watari he didn't want to miss a single minute, just in case I didn't make it. At the time, he'd thought I was asleep. It's sweet and all, but a single day wouldn't hurt, would it?
At least my voice was coming back. It was healing quickly. The doctors said they didn't know why, but I'm pretty sure it's because I have a strong voice. I've trained it for years to withstand stress. It was still raspy, but at least I could talk without using a note pad.
The doctor came in to take an ultrasound. The gel was cold and felt weird but I forgot everything – including my painful burn scars – when I saw the picture of our baby. It was small and funny-shaped and perfect. It had a heartbeat.
L played with his bottom lip, staring at it curiously. He tilted his head, "It doesn't look like a baby."
"Of course not," I laughed, "it's only been forming for a month and a half. What'd you expect?"
He chewed on his nail and shrugged.
"Kaneko, when can I get off this stupid bed? I want to try walking around."
He adjusted his glasses and moved the ultrasound to a different angle, "When the swelling in your foot goes down. Until then, Mrs. Lawliet, you're staying right there, whether you like it or not." (L had decided he was worthy of being entrusted with our real names. Mostly because I apparently told him while I was high on painkillers from the surgeries. Oops.)
The good doctor had been growing increasingly caustic with me. It didn't help that L and I told him not to be so formal. He was too… doctor-y before, even though both L and I could sense that he was holding back a thousand witty quips behind those glasses of his. Since he was around all the time, we told him to let loose a little. It was kind of entertaining when he started to get sarcastic. Sometimes I get bored and test just how snarky he'll get. I think he liked us though; He could get salty, but he never went too far. At this rate, he'll probably end up becoming a family friend. Maybe I'll teach my baby to call him uncle, just to see how he'll react.
The other doctors had gotten sick of L's quirks and quit within a week. It suited us just fine, they were all so boring and didn't really do much to help. Dr. Kaneko was the only one actually doing anything productive.
"Looks like your kid is doing well. Certainly better than you will be if you try to stand before I say," He looked at me pointedly.
"Yeah, ok, I get it. But could I just-"
"No."
"You don't even know what I was going to ask."
"Don't care. The answer is no."
I pouted, slumping back against the pillows, "humph."
"Giving up so easily?" L asked. "How disappointing. You must be tired today. Maybe you should get some sleep."
"Are you trying to start something," I challenged, "Because I will finish it."
"Hush up, feisty, he's right. You should go to sleep." Kaneko wiped the gel off my belly and put the ultrasound tools away.
"I'm not tired. If I tried to take a nap right now, I'd just end up sitting there with my eyes squeezed shut until I went crazy."
"Don't lie to me, your eyes are already droopy. Besides, at this stage in your pregnancy you're supposed to be tired, it's normal. So, shut your mouth, swallow that pride of yours, and take a damn nap." He shut off the lights and walked out. I briefly wondered what he did when he was gone. By contract, he wasn't allowed outside of the tower in case of an emergency so what did he do all day? Read? Watch TV? Polish his glasses? I made a mental note to ask him later.
I hadn't realized that I'd fallen asleep until I woke up. L was watching the monitors he'd had Watari set up. One was a news station listing all the people who'd died from heart attacks, the other two were watching the place that Light Yagami had made into his own personal headquarters. He was sitting down at a computer writing down names surrounded by 10 shinigami. The other 13 were probably out searching for me. I wanted to reach right through the screen and tear the pen from his hands. How could he take lives so easily? I felt bad if I even accidentally gave someone a scratch.
"Remind me," I said, getting L's attention, "why we can't just go and grab Light? We know who and where he is. What else is there to discover?"
"Because," He had a lollipop in his mouth, "He's not a living human being. How would we grab him? He'd walk right through us. We can't touch him. We need to find a way to stop him with that in mind."
He was way too sexy when he was thinking. I cursed Mikami for the injuries he gave me. L wouldn't touch me, even when I asked him to; he was too scared to make my injuries worse. It was all that jerk Teru's fault. Stupid kidnapper…
Still, that doesn't mean he can't kiss me. There is absolutely no risk involved in that, and yet, he gives his lollipop more attention than his own wife. I internally groaned. Why does he have to be so cautious? I wasn't that fragile.
Doctor Kaneko walked in and gave L an odd look, "God, L, do you ever sleep?"
"Not really," I answered for him.
"I don't understand what you see in him," Kaneko whispered to me, "he must be damn good in bed."
"Yeah, when he's not scared of breaking me," I complained.
"It should be fine as long as he doesn't touch anything too tender."
"So… Basically everywhere."
"No, not the more important parts." He smirked at me and adjusted his glasses.
I sighed, "Tell him that."
L pretended not to hear us, still staring at the monitors.
"So, what brings you here today? Did you finally decide to take me on at karaoke?"
"I'm here to poison your IV," He said sarcastically. "What do you think I'm doing here? We need to change your bandages."
"Ugh, finally. They're getting itchy."
"Hate to break it to you, but the new ones will be just as bad. Welcome to your new life."
"Can't they make them out of softer cloth? I thought bandages were supposed to make patients feel better, not worse."
"Do you feel worse than when we started? Because if you do, that has nothing to do with itchy cloth."
"Shut up, you know what I mean." We glared at each other fondly. The doctor was steadily gaining best-friend status, but that may have to do with the fact that he was the only person I ever saw other than my husband nowadays. Honestly, could my friends never pick up their phones and send me a text now and then? You'd think they forgot all about me.
"Alright, sleeves up, let's check out those burns." I took my T-shirt off – not without difficulty – so he could get to my stab wounds.
Something pinched me. "Ow! What was that?"
"Hold still, would you? Geez, you're like a toddler."
"A toddler wouldn't be paying you fourteen-hundred dollars a day."
"Touché." He unwrapped the old bandages and checked my rib. I looked down to see a massive bruise around a few small, but extremely painful, stab wounds.
"That's it," L said out of nowhere.
"That's what?" I asked, looking at the screen.
"The notebooks must be coming from the shinigami king." He finished off the lollipop and tossed it behind his shoulder into the trash can without looking.
"Okay, that's all well and good," I said, "but that still leaves us with the immediate problem of having the only person who could possibly see him bed-ridden. Even if you wanted to you couldn't just waltz up to him and be all 'hey, could you maybe not give a mass-murder the most dangerous weapon known to mankind?' You wouldn't be able to see or hear him without touching his death note."
"You know, I think you two might be delusional. I can recommend a good psychologist," Kaneko quipped, not bothering to look up from his work.
We ignored him. "I've given that a fair amount of thought and I have a plan. It may or not work, but it's worth a shot."
Kaneko jabbed, "Spit it out, Lawlipop."
I admit, I was impressed. Most people are too intimidated by L to sass him. Lawlipop… I'd have to remember that one.
"You're still going to be the one to take his death note, but you're going to do it from here."
I knit my eyebrows, confused, "He never goes out with the search parties, how would you get him here?"
"I wouldn't. He can stay right where he is. In fact, I'm counting on it."
"You've lost me. So, I'll be staying here, he'll be staying there, but I'm still the one who's going to get his death note?"
"Yes."
"Okay… How?"
"Tell me, Ellie, have you ever played video games?"
The drone was hard to maneuver. I'm sure Matt would have been a lot better at this than I was, but that would defeat the whole purpose of all this, so I did my best not to make the robot crash into any buildings.
"Okay, do it again. Try and grab that can on the ground there in one try."
I finally succeeded after about a dozen attempts. After that I pretty much had it down, no thanks to Kaneko who had been laughing at me the whole time.
"Good. Now that you know what you're doing, pick up the other remote. That one is connected to a drone placed nearby Kira."
"So, I've only been picking up bits and pieces," Dr. Kaneko commented, "But Kira is the bad guy, right?"
"Yes," I said, lifting the drone off the ground with the remote, "Kira is the one who's been making all those people die of heart attacks. He's a serial-killer, and we're the only ones who have a chance at stopping him."
"Yeah, ok." He adjusted his glasses.
I concentrated on getting the drone in through an open window. Light was still sitting at a computer, writing names.
I zoned in on the shinigami king and moved the drone behind him, hoping to sneak in behind him. As the drone moved closer, I reached out with the mechanical arm and plucked his death note from a pouch on his hip.
"Wha-" the shinigami king turned around and spotted the drone. I drove it away at top speed, weaving in and out of buildings until I was sure we had lost our pursuer. He either wasn't very fast, or he didn't care enough to follow us.
"Do you have it?" L asked, munching on animal crackers.
"Yeah. I got it."
He smiled his odd smile, "Good. Push that red button and the drone will come back here on its own."
I held the remote out to Kaneko, "Care to do the honors?"
He pushed the little red button on the side of the controller and we watched the monitor as the camera flew over the city toward our tower. It went in through an open window into Watari's waiting hands. The camera turned off.
L pushed a button, turning on his microphone, "Watari, please bring the drone to the medical room."