Note: since I had promised an update in the middle of last week and was unable to keep my promise, I'm making up for it now! Next chapter will come next weekend or sooner.
This is the last chapter that focuses on setting the story in place, so the real thing begins in next chapter, be prepared!

Mello
It hurt like a bitch. The fucking scissors slipped from my wet fingers, got tangled in a branch and like a backslap, it dug right into my wrist. So much for playing with water. Was it a divine punishment for teasing Mail?
I let the tool fall on the floor, instinctively putting my non damaged hand on the wound to stop the blood but it seemed I had it bad: the red lines dripping from between my fingers and the sharp pain, along with the strange feeling of open flesh under my hand, didn't bode well.
I guess I needed some band aid, but the stupid redhead called the emergencies. I didn't need an ambulance damnit!

I began to exit the field, I was planning to go back home and buy something to put on the cut in a pharmacy on my way, but I suddenly realised how much blood I was losing when my head started spinning and my legs buckled against my will. I felt arms grab my waist as I fell, and couldn't help but think it was such a pity he was holding me when I was unable to be fully aware of him touching me, since I was getting really dizzy. Well, he wouldn't be holding me if I wasn't in that state, but that was beyond my reasoning at that moment.

He helped me sit on the floor very carefully, and a few strands of his hair tickled my shoulder as he bent to support my weight. I looked at him, gasping at the slight contact, I was really losing control of myself with the blood loss, and he stared back, surprised by my reaction.
"Are you... ok?" he asked, but I didn't reply, I lost consciousness. I barely felt a slap on my face (that he would have to pay dearly for) and heard him shout at me, then nothing anymore.

I woke up, and gathered my thought together quickly as I saw a nurse all dressed in white, and the equally white walls around me. I blinked to adjust my sight to the sudden light flood. The nurse, a tall and fat black woman with a very mothering aura, came closer and smiled to me, although I was probably looking as grumpy as I felt, remembering the latest events.
"Back from dreamland, young man?" she giggled, taking my pulse and checking my tension, before turning around and yelling in direction of the door: "Your friend has awoken!"
I looked in the same direction as she had turned to and spotted a tuft of red hair and a hand holding a phone to an ear in the open door, engaged in an apparently animated conversation. The hand closed the device after a few seconds and some more animated words, and the redhead entered the room, obviously uneasy and worried.

Not because of me though, it seemed.
"Oh good, you woke up. I have to go now, I'm very late... Are you gonna be ok?" he said, shifting from a foot to another. I could tell he was in a hurry to leave.
But the nurse wasn't agreeing at all and let us know straight away.
"Hey young man!" she addressed Mail, "your friend can go back home but we can't let him leave alone, and the doctor strongly recommended not to leave him alone until tomorrow. He lost too much blood and although it's useless to keep him here, first he will need help at least in the beginning since he can't use his right hand, and second, he needs surveillance just in case."
I started to protest about the 'he will need help' part but she cut it off.
"Listen", she looked at me, "You're not going anywhere alone, shall I bind you to the bedpost", then she looked at Mail, "And you..."

But Mail unexpectedly shut her up.
"You listen, I'm already late and my family's on my back, I've stayed long enough to make sure he would be ok and I'm pretty sure he doesn't want any help from me since we're not friends. I've been in too much trouble because of him already so I'm off."
And he began to leave, crossing the room. Wow. Fuck. Wait. I didn't want to have to stay here, especially with that matron nursing me!
But I wouldn't plead him. No way. So I screamed at him instead.
"You have been in too much trouble because of me? Fucker, it's your damn fault if I'm stuck here! I wouldn't have had to use those damn scissors if you hadn't brought up that punishment on us!" I was feeling anger boil in me. The bastard was rejecting the fault on me!
He was about to cross the doorframe when he turned around and glared at me.
"Poor baby can't even use a simple tool! Are you gonna cry and call your mother now? You'd better call your parents, because otherwise you're stuck here! I'm not taking responsibility for anything, let alone mother you until you're better!" he spat at me.
"He's right", the nurse said in the middle of our fight, "Why don't you call your parents? Give me the number, I can do it for you if you want..." she offered, trying to calm us down, but Mail rolled his eyes and exited the room.
"I don't have family here, they're all in Germany." I said, wanting the nurse to get rid of the idea of calling my parents. I didn't want to have to explain this to my parents, I was perfectly fine without them, and the weekly short call they gave me just to check if I was ok was enough for me.

My head started spinning from the sudden fit of anger and I sighed in despair, letting myself fall back on the pillow. How was I gonna get out of here? There was no way I'd spend the night here, I had already stayed too long for my likings since the clock I could spot on the corridor's wall was close to reaching 8pm.

I didn't have time to linger on a possible way to leave the hospital since Mail stormed in the room again, angrily grabbed my left arm, pulling me out of the bed, and headed toward the exit again. I grabbed my messenger bag from a chair on the way and followed, half wondering what that return was for, half getting dizzy again.
We reached the admissions' counter in a few steps and he stopped there.
"Mihael Keehl. I'm taking him in charge." he told the secretary, pointing at me with his chin as he said my name.
She handed us some papers to sign, and we were out.

He let my arm go once we were in the parking lot, and it was lucky I wasn't in a good shape because I wouldn't have allowed such a harsh treatment otherwise.
I followed him to his car, slightly curious about Mail's sudden change of mind. I plopped on the passenger's seat once he had opened the door from the inside, exhausted, and stayed silent.
Not for long though. I couldn't help the remark that passed my lips.

Matt
"I admit I like it rough, but what was that for?" he suddenly said after a few seconds of silence.
"You can never quit it, can't you?" I rubbed my face in annoyance. Fuck, he never left the sexual jokes aside, even in such a situation. He was lucky I had heard what he said about him being alone here, and even more lucky that I had some sense of responsibility in me (thanks, mum...), and still he was teasing me.
"Why did you come back if you hate it that much?" he asked me, serious this time.
"Because I fell madly in love with you and couldn't stand the thought of leaving you alone in that unfriendly world."
He looked at me, his eyes half lidded, and I realised he was still under the painkillers the nurse had given him. I guess it was better to have him here with me than leave him in that bedroom, because I was pretty sure he would have sneaked out with or without the nurse's consent. Damn him for making me feel guilty for leaving!

"I knew you would fall for my sexy ass." he replied, chuckling, and leant against the seat in a tired manner.
"I guess that's the good side of being gay, you don't have to convince your... partner to take it up the ass when it comes to sex, with girls it's mostly always a big no no..." I don't know why I said that, even if it was true. I had wanted to try sodomy with some girls I fucked but they never agreed, and I was really curious about trying it someday, hoping I'd find a chick that would accept. But I regretted saying that instantly as it gave me nausea, an image of guy on guy coming to my mind. Why did I have to think about that?
"You wouldn't top me anyway so stop dreaming." he winked at me and chuckled again.
"If I was gay, you wouldn't even do that for me?" I was entertaining a conversation I didn't even want to have but teasing for teasing...

He stared at me, gauging the seriousness of my question.
"No way..." he muttered, "And if you spent five minutes naked in my hands, you'd beg me to fuck you anyway, not the other way around."
He was totally serious, and I didn't even doubt the fact he was probably a real turn on with other gay guys. I had to admit he was really a good looking guy, even more than that, and probably could get anyone he wanted. Except me, of course, and I was feeling the urge to change the subject because it was more information than I could take at once about homosexuality.

I shook my head and focused on the road, suddenly realising I was heading home although I had a passenger.
"I'm supposed not to leave you alone, so what do we do?" I asked him. I was late, my father had called when I was waiting at the hospital to scold me since I was supposed to help him at the garage, I also had to call the owner of the leather shop to explain why I couldn't be there tonight (she had been understanding fortunately), and I was clearly in trouble since I'd have to explain why I had stayed with Mihael, and one thing leading to another, my parents would probably end up knowing the whole story starting from the fight that led Mihael to use scissors and cut his wrist so badly.
"Leave me here if you want, I'll walk home, I'm not that far." he told me, but that was not an option.

"No, I meant, do I drive you home so you can pick a few things before we go to my house, or do we drive there immediately?" I didn't really have a choice, I could see he wasn't well, and he would have difficulties doing things with only one hand, and when I would have explained why I was late to my mother, she would scold me and urge me to go back to my car and pick him up not to leave him alone, so I'd better bring him home in the first place.
"I'm not going to your house, leave me here."
"Mihael, can you stop being stubborn? My mum's gonna kill me if she learns I left you on your own, so do that for me, ok?"
Maybe if I presented things that way, he'd give in?
"Oh, so who's the baby now?" he mocked me.

"Why am I offering to help, I wonder." I mumbled. What a fucking asshole!
"Because you love me hun."
He squeezed my leg just like he did the day before.
So I slapped it just like I did the day before. But I couldn't refrain the chuckle that escaped me. Strangely, I was getting used to the teasing, although the sexual hints kept on making me slightly sick feeling.

"I hope you have a non striped shirt I can borrow." Mihael smirked at me. He probably would never accept things directly, but he was obviously trying to tell me I could drive home directly without scratching his pride. I guess that was part of him...