Note: I'm back!
Things seems to have cooled down in here so I'm updating again, let's see what happens. As a reminded though, you can find me on FB (see my FF profile for more informations) to keep in touch, should anything happen here, deletion or whatever.
Now I'm on my way to finish TSFMS, a few more chapters to go and it's over, it makes me a bit sad because that's a great ride with you all, but I have more to come after that, Lithium has a load more chapters to go (I'm only at the half of it XD), two other multichaptered will start after I finish TSFMS, and oneshots in between ^^
Still stuck here with me for quite some time, heh?
Thank you everyone for the support all along *insert heart smiley here since FF keeps on erasing it*

Mello
I started. My mind started... Because I was pretty sure that my body hadn't moved an inch... I felt heavy, like buried under a thousand bricks... I couldn't remember what I had just been having as a nightmare but I wanted to wake up completely.
I couldn't. So I just slept some more...

I started again. There was that strange noise waking me up again, I don't know... I must have been really tired, I never slept so heavily before, that's why the noise surprised me... probably.
I tried to focus on the noise but it had disappeared. There was the same but not so loud, and listening to it just made me sleepy again...

I think I screamed. I woke up in a start again but maybe it was just in my mind that I screamed, because I couldn't feel my lips moving. That loud beep again, and little beeps following. It was becoming annoying. I was obviously tired more than usual and I couldn't even get some rest... that noise made me nervous...

This time I needed to make that beep stop. I had awoken in a start again, and I could feel my heart rate increase to the point I thought I would have a heart attack. But it got worse, the beep became louder and louder and suddenly there were voices, so I tried to open my eyes but I dozed off... too difficult...

I didn't start this time, although I could still hear the less loud of the beeps. It was continuous but this time I tried not to focus on them. I wanted to be awake. I would have to be, at some point, I had things to do today.
Ah, that was stupid, I was stuck in a nightmare, and aware that I was. But you can never wake up by yourself in those cases, you just have to do with it... fuck. Or was I?

I tried to move my fingers and raise my hand, damn, I felt itchy all over, it was uncomfortable.
My arm refused to move, and that fucking itch that grew stronger was starting to get on my nerves. I realised that I was probably still asleep, in the middle of a nightmare. I really needed to wake up.
But I was still so tired...

No. I was awake. Fully awake. My brain was totally aware of being awake. I wasn't sleepy anymore, and the itch was terrible. I was slowly feeling my body parts, one after the other, like if my brain was rediscovering the feeling of having a body bit by bit.
And the pain. Oh my God, the pain! Why was it so painful? I couldn't process where my body hurt, it was my legs, my arms, hands, my head, everything. Each time I could focus on a pain, I could feel another going stronger.
It was black, no... I had my eyes closed, and it took me a monstrous effort just to manage to open only as much as a slit.
I didn't see much though, except a blinding light.

Can someone stop those fucking beeps?
I wanted to cry because I couldn't take the itch, the pain, I didn't know what was wrong and there were those beeps and whispers and steps... but tears stung my face when I really began to cry, and more pain shot. My left cheek burnt under the salty liquid, it was awful...

I needed to open my eyes, I knew I wasn't home, this wasn't my bed, and... where was Mail?
MAIL! Please help me...
I knew that only my mind screamed, because I could barely form the words. My jaw was painful too. I was a living pain, that's all I could process.

Why was my brain so awake when my body obviously couldn't move?
I felt panic rise. I wanted Mail next to me, now. I was scared and fuck, what was happening to me?

It felt suddenly good. I didn't feel the itch, the pain, nothing anymore.
I tried to focus because I still didn't really get what was going on... I was at the hospital, okay, this seemed correct.
But why? I felt pain earlier so it had to do with that, but it was a lot better now, so I would probably be out of here soon.

I took a long breath as I suddenly felt air pass through my throat. I felt dizzy and strangely very conscious of my lungs filling.

I was on a cloud, I felt completely cottony and high. I didn't feel my body anymore again but I couldn't care less, I felt so good at that moment... I wanted to sleep again but I couldn't because of the monitoring beeps. Even knowing what they were didn't help with the fact they were getting on my nerves.
They were regular though...

I forced my eyes to open, and I tried to focus through the tiny slit I had managed to open again. It was too bright... There was a form moving but it disappeared...

I woke up to something pulling on my eyelid. I felt my eye water, and it was painful because I was blinded by a white light but it stopped, leaving me unable to focus my sight. I couldn't even keep my eye open anyway.
Someone was touching me, I even got lifted at some point.

It felt like they were peeling my skin. Why were they doing that? It wasn't painful... aren't you supposed to hurt when you're skinned alive? It just felt like when you take off a band aid, without the pain... oh, bandages...
A hand slid under my head, and I felt cool air on my face. I winced. This caused pain. But suddenly something cold spread on my cheek, and it was not so bad anymore...

The cold touched my whole body, and I felt wrapped in bandages again.
I wanted to sleep so badly... I dozed off when they finally stopped touching me.

When I woke up, my eyes opened normally this time. My eye. For some reason there was a bandage on my left one.
I was blinded, but after blinking several times, I could finally adjust to the light. I didn't see well though, only some form moving around me.
I could easily say that it was a nurse when the blurry shape turned into someone in a white outfit. It was still not perfectly clear, but I was relieved that I could focus some more.

So I was at a hospital for sure. What had happened?
I couldn't say that I was in pain, but I surely was itchy and uncomfortable. The itch seemed like something déja-vu, but I could stand it. I think I felt it way stronger before. I wasn't sure, I felt quite foggy, aware but... like hangover. My mouth felt dry and I was thirsty but the poor croak that left my mouth wasn't enough to get me water from the nurse. She left. Fuck.

I spent quite some time trying to focus on my surroundings but, I realised it after a while, a minerva was preventing my head to move as much as I wanted. I fell asleep again when there wasn't enough light in the room anymore. It was probably the sun setting, based on the colours I could see, pink, yellow, red...

I was awoken for quite some time, after what seemed to be a morning ritual. The cold I could feel was actually water. I felt somehow uneasy at the thought that someone was washing me.
Someone was talking to me. I didn't recognise the voice. It was male, but I didn't know the person.
It was a he, that's all I could tell from the tone.
How was I feeling? Even if I knew, I couldn't reply to that question.
I didn't care that it was sunny out there, like I was able to go for a walk, huh?
I stopped focusing on the constant babbling and waited for my grooming to end.

I waited. Nothing was happening. I was clean, my bandages changed, whatever they spread on my skin well, spread, and that was all that would happen to me today? God, I couldn't stand that. I wish I could call for someone but I barely could get a whisper out of my throat. And useless to think of reaching the call remote, I was as mobile as a rock.
I tried to reason myself before I went out of my mind. Unable to move, unable to talk, forced to stay in that same position all day alone with those maddening beeps for music, I was close to mental breakdown.

Fortunately, I heard steps, and they came my way. Good.
I felt someone rummage something in my arm. On top of this amazing stay here, I was fed through a catheter in my vein, great. Could I at least get some water?
But when I tried to speak, I only got a laughter as a response.
"Don't try to talk sweetie, keep your strength, we take care of everything!"
Damn bitch.
And she was gone.

I slept through my boredom and woke up only because I was in pain.
I was obviously auscultated, not very gently from what I could feel.
My heart jumped in my chest when I heard someone speak German.
Then I recognise my mother's voice replying to the German doctor, then my father's. For some reason, it was of no relief. Maybe because all I could hear as they discussed over my body was that I was now awake for sure and that the doctor could not do much to access my parents' demand, whatever it was. I wouldn't know, they didn't say it.
All I knew was that my mother cursed and called the doctor good for nothing, huffed and left. Even in my state I could recognise her heavy and angry steps fading away.
There was another male voice speaking English that asked if they were done, to which my father replied positively, and everyone seemed to leave.

I forced my eyes open and saw a man standing next to my monitors. He looked at me as he turned around and saw me with eyes open, seemed to think for a while, and nodded before he left.

I dozed off. I wished I knew what time it was, I had totally lost track of time, and was starting to worry for my date with Mail. I didn't want to miss it.

Mail
I was going crazy.
Mihael had started to wake up, and I didn't have the right to visit him yet. Crazy. CRAZY.
It was barely one hour since I had known it, and I was already turning round in the apartment like a lion in a cage.
My parents were too happy to tell me anything, my mother alternating between laughter and tears of joy, my father smiling and looking at me, shaking his head.

As soon as I ended the call with the prosecutor, I had ran to the bathroom, had showered days of grim, brushed my teeth, swallowed the giant pile of pancakes my mother had baked and readied myself to rush to the hospital, the prosecutor having said that he'd do his best so I could visit Mihael as soon as possible.
But he had called again a few minutes earlier, telling me that the Keehls had suddenly showed up, and things were on hold for now until he knew more about their intentions. And since Mihael was still under arrest, until he was cleared, he couldn't allow me to visit him with the parents around, that was too risky.

I thought that we'd just have to clear him, then, but it was too early, the prosecutor said. Mihael needed to be able to express his requests and reply clearly to questioning before my mother could cancel her complain. If she did it too early, and Mihael wasn't able to speak, the Keehls would probably play their aces, and considering they didn't play fair, the prosecutor didn't want to enter in a round with them.