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"Mmh.. Mello—fuck." Matt grunted and launched himself from the couch, making it to his friend's side within a few quick strides. Fucking, how the… shit shit shit…
Matt took a hold of the blonde's arm, pulling it up to drape over his broad shoulders so that he would be supported. He wrapped his arm strongly around Mello's tensed body, holding him close as he helped him walk over to the couch. How did this happen? Mello never gets hurt…
"Mello. Mello, what happened? Here, sit down and I'll look at it." The red head asked in worry as he slowly helped his friend sit down onto the couch, mumbling curses under his breath. Mello bit back a few pained yelps as he helped himself down, gripping onto Matt's arm and the cushion of the couch firmly as pain shot through his body.
"That… that f-fucking bastard had enough life in him to take a shot after I thought he was dead." He said through clenched teeth, trying to remain motionless as he sat so that he wouldn't cause more pain to himself. Previous to being shot, Mello had beaten his 'client' into paying his debts, leaving him to bleed out on the floor. What he hadn't realized, though, was that as he'd turned to walk away the client took one last revenge shot, burying a bullet deep into the blonde's calf. The bullet had gone entirely through his lower leg in an angle, narrowly missing bone as it exited through the front. It had taken all of his strength just to get home.
Shit. Matt ran his trained eyes over the wounds in Mello's leg. Mello'd gotten into a lot of dangerous situations in the past, so Matt had taken it upon himself to gain some medical knowledge for times like these. "Mello, I'm going to cut your pants so I can get them off. Lemme put your leg up first though." He said as he bent down to carefully put one hand under the blonde's thigh, the other under his ankle, and slowly lifted his leg high enough to rest it atop the coffee table. The blonde made sure to make his discomfort very apparent by clenching his teeth and digging his blunt nails into the red head's bicep as he pressed his body back into the couch, a pained, breathy whimper escaping his lips. Matt winced slightly as his friend's fingers sunk into him but ignored it and focused on the still-bleeding wounds. Even though Mello tried to hold in his cries, Matt knew how much pain he was in. He also hated the sound of his friend's pain.
"Okay. Mello. Mello- hey, try and relax, okay?" Matt soothed in a serious, but calm tone. "I'll be right back. Try not to move a lot, okay?" he confirmed as he stood up straighter and ran off to the bedroom, searching for their stash of first aid supplies.
Try not to move… yeah right. Mello thought to himself with a pain-filled grimace on his face. He couldn't get up even if he wanted to. The blonde sighed and rubbed his face, trying to block out the excruciating pain that consumed his left leg. I'm such a fucking dumbass. He thought angrily to himself as he bit onto his gloved thumb, bouncing the knee of his uninjured leg up and down repeatedly. It was his own fault for not paying attention to that worthless piece of shit. God this hurt… why was Matt taking so long? With a shaky sigh, Mello released his thumb from between his teeth, his hazy gaze landing on the red head a few moments later as he entered the room with a box. Finally…
Matt quickly made his way to the blonde's side, dropping to his knees next to him and looking over the area. It went all the way through his leg… God, this is going to be a nightmare. I hope… he'll be able to walk… The red head thought worriedly before pushing away his thoughts and pulling out a pair of sharp scissors from the box, bringing them down to the end of Mello's expensive leather pants. He hated to cut them; he knew Mello loved this pair… He had to, he reasoned as he began cutting, with difficulty, up the outside curve of the pants, cutting a straight line all the way up through the waistband. "You doing okay?" he asked as he pulled the now-loose halves of the pant leg off of the wound slowly and carefully, wincing slightly at Mello's cries of pain. It'll be okay… just bear with it Mello… please…
"Yeah, I'm fine. Besides the gaping holes in my leg, I'm fine." Mello breathed out, running one of his tense hands through his hair and gripping onto it firmly. He really hoped Matt knew how to fix this. If he didn't… never mind the thought. Mello'd stay optimistic. With a shaky breath, Mello watched Matt pull away the cut sections of his pants and then lifted his non-injured leg to make it easier for the red head to slip off the other pant leg, leaving him in his boxers only.
Matt tossed the ruined pants to the side, now focusing all of his attention to the intimidating looking holes in his best friend and part-time lover's leg. He drew in a deep breath as he readied the cloths and cleaning alcohol, rubbing some of the alcohol on the area around the wounds.
"Okay, this is going to hurt." He warned his friend, looking up to focus on his pain-filled eyes. "…you ready?"
Mello looked deep into Matt's eyes, mentally preparing himself for the burning, stinging pain that he would soon endure. "…yeah. Yeah just do it Matt. …fuck." Mello looked at the wound in his leg and then closed his eyes, leaning his head back and tensing his body as he drew in a deep breath. Get it over with. Just get it done so he could down a bottle of pills and sleep for a day and not feel it.
With a slow sigh, the red head leaned his weight onto Mello's good leg, taking a firm grip on his injured one as he poured a small amount of alcohol onto the bloody opening and then clenching his jaw at the sound of his friend's tormented yell. He remembered what it'd been like when he was shot in the shoulder. It was probably one of the most painful experiences he'd gone through and he felt guilty for having to put his friend through extra pain just so he could clean and bandage it. Sure, it was needed… but still. Those screams and cries tore at his mentality. However, he pushed himself on and rubbed away the drying blood around the edges of the wound, having to pause multiple times when Mello couldn't take the pain and kicked out against him. Eventually, though, he'd cleaned the two entrances thoroughly enough for his preferences and pulled the cloth away.
"Okay Mello. Mello, hey. The worst part is over now and all I have to do is wrap it." Matt cooed softly, setting Mello's leg down gently onto the top of the coffee table again as he prepared the bandages.
"Fuck… Matt. This sucks so fucking much." He panted, looking at Matt with tired eyes. "Just give me some painkillers or something before you go to bed. Ibuprofen… heroin something I don't even give a fuck right now. Either way though… I'm sleeping right fucking here."
Matt breathed a soft laugh at the mention of heroin and applied some medicine to the bandages. "We don't have heroin, Mello. We're not drug dealers."
"God… maybe we should be. I just don't even want to feel my body right now Matt."
The red head breathed another small laugh and took a hold of the blonde's injured leg. "I'm putting the bandages on now. It'll probably hurt." He mentioned, preparing his friend for any incoming discomfort. He waited for Mello to be visibly ready before pressing a bandage onto each of the openings, taping them down with medical tape. Afterwards, he wrapped the entire area fairly tightly with gauze. He would have put in a few stitches, had he possessed the needed supplies. For now, though, the bandages and gauze would have to do.
"F-fuck" Mello whimpered out, clenching his teeth and arching his back off of the couch beneath him. Once it was completely bandaged he sat motionless, feeling the continuous throbbing in his leg due to the pain and tightness of the bandages. After a moment, he focused his attention on his red headed friend. He gave him a bit of a pleading look and then unzipped his coat, leaning forewords just enough to pull it off, then leaned back against the couch as his arms glistened with sweat in the dim light. What a terrible night it has been…
The worried red head watched his friend for a moment before noticing his look. He stood and jogged off to the bathroom, biting on his lower lip softly as tons of thoughts sped through his mind. Mello being injured is one of his very least favorite things. Maybe I have something stronger than Ibuprofen… he thought as he popped open the medicine cabinet, rummaging through it to find something to ease Mello's pain. Fuck. He didn't. Ibuprofen was the only pain relieving medicine they had. With a sigh he poured out four of the pills into his hand, filled up the cup they kept in the bathroom with water and then brought it out to Mello.
"All we have is this. Four of them should make it at least a little bit better…"
Mello looked up at his friend and nodded softly, taking the pills and downing two at a time, coughing softly once he'd finished. He felt… lightheaded. Probably because of blood loss, he assumed. With a tired expression he tried to relax into the couch as he waited for the meds to kick in, his breathing quivering every now and again. "Matt… can you help me lay down kinda?"
Matt paused and then nodded; moving to Mello's side and helping him shift so he leaned against the arm of the couch rather than the back. He then shifted the blonde's injured leg off of the hard coffee table and onto the softer cushion of the couch. He silently prayed for Mello's pain to lessen as he watched him on the couch. After a moment he gave in to his thoughts and knelt next to his friend, pushing strands of hair away from his soft face so that he could lightly kiss his forehead. "You need to rest, okay? Night Mello." He said quietly as he stood up again and took a slow, deep breath.
Mello looked up at his savior-of-the-night sleepily and smiled softly when he felt the kiss on his forehead. "Night Matt." The next few days would be absolute shit and he was well aware of that. So for now, he was going to enjoy his sleep. Matt, however, wouldn't be as comfortable. He left the living room only to come back a few moments later with a soft blanket, draping it over the blonde's body. Afterwards he went back to the bedroom for good, closing the wooden door with a soft, worried whimper. He absolutely hated how worried and upset he got about things like this. Mello'd been shot in the leg for Christ's sake, missing bones and arteries. He wouldn't even get close to dying and the most difficult thing to overcome would be walking properly again. But still… he was afraid. If anything happened to Mello… he would literally have no one else. He…
No.
He couldn't think like that. With a grunt he attempted to push all negative thoughts out of his mind as he stripped off his shirt and made his way over to the bed in only his loose jeans, studded belt, and thin black socks. Though he knew Mello would be perfectly fine, his anxiety about the situation loomed over his body and mind, causing his hands to shake lightly as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Get a fucking hold of yourself Matt. You're freaking out over nothing. He mentally scolded himself. I'll just… smoke one cig and then go to bed. It'll all be fine in the morning. He sighed out a bit unevenly, fishing a cigarette out of his pack that lay on the bedside table, bringing it shakily to his lips and then lighting it. As he drew the smoke into his lungs he slowly began to relax, although slightly. He stayed sitting in the same spot until his addiction was fully used, then put out the stub and undid his pants, throwing them off onto the floor carelessly. The red head moved the thin blankets aside until he lied down, then pulled them up over himself and curled almost into a ball. He'd have to relax if he wanted to even think about sleeping tonight. Think about the good things… good things.
Perhaps tomorrow he'd try and cook breakfast for the two of them or something. Or maybe… ugh. He had no idea. He hardly ever initiated conversation, let alone activities other than video games.
He sighed as he closed his eyes. Looks like he wasn't getting any sleep tonight.
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Ugh, sorry this chapter isn't that great. The next one will make up for it! :) reviews are loved.~