Matt
The lawyer stayed silent for a few seconds, before he probably deemed safe to speak again.
"Mail, I know how you feel, but no matter what it looks like, we had this on hand and we're actually doing this for a reason."
"No reason is good enough to play with Mihael's safety or health." I kept my calm this time. I felt a lot better seeing Mihael safe and sound, dozing off.

After a few seconds of looking at Mihael breathing evenly, I brought my attention back to the lawyer, but he was gone. I saw him through the door that was still open, talking on the phone, but he had his hand covering the device and his voice was kept too low for me to hear anything.
I looked at him again when he came back in the room.
"If you had this on hand, can you tell me why they keep on coming here to convince Mihael to come back with them in Germany on and on with always the same result, why you let them roam free knowing what they are, and why she had been trying to harm Mihael when I came in and your two dogs outside were doing nothing to stop her?"
I know it was safe to talk even with Mihael right here because my poor angel was totally out.

"We have bugged the room and were actually listening. There was no danger."
"You can't hear danger, for fuck's sake!" I tried to keep my voice low but still, the man was really getting on my nerves, "And do you really expect them to spit everything out with you and two cops waiting outside? Was that your plan?" They couldn't be that stupid?
"We don't have proves valid enough to bring them to court, and we have good reasons to suspect that the current situation will bring them to resort to extreme actions, and that's what we need to put them away for a long time. Until now we've only had leads, because they covered their tracks pretty well and they have supports among politicians, it's not that easy to get to them, and believe me, we've been trying for a very long time."
"What do you mean by extreme actions? The prosecutor seemed very alarmed the last time I saw him, and he didn't try to make sure my family and me stayed safe for no reason, just as he didn't ask for protection here for nothing. Tell me what's going to happen, I need to know."

I tried to keep my calm but even if I was asking for a clear answer from the lawyer, I had a pretty good idea of what he called extreme actions. Those might as well be life-threatening, I wasn't stupid and could put two and two together. But I didn't really expect him to reply, so I was surprised when the lawyer gestured to me to leave the room so we could talk.

I was right to think that he wouldn't reply though, because he hadn't asked me to get out to talk. I had been trapped. The two cops took me each by one arm and pulled me out of the hospital. Did they really think I wouldn't come back?

But it wasn't long until a car pulled up right in front of us and I was suddenly handcuffed and pushed inside of the vehicle where two other men made sure I wouldn't try to escape. We drove away as the cops went back inside of the hospital. No screaming and and kicking (for what I could move, considering how restricted I was) changed anything, they wouldn't even tell me where we were going or what was going on. I knew I wasn't charged with anything, they hadn't told me my rights.

Seeing as I couldn't escape the situation I was in, I kept silent until we finally parked in front of a building.
"Your parents have been informed that we would keep you here. Your mother has provided your belongings, and you have enough here to entertain yourself, and food will be provided, along with anything you need, as long as it's reasonable." The prosecutor himself was there, and he was telling me I was about to be locked away?
"You have no right to do that." I said calmly. It couldn't be true, it was going against my individual rights.
"We're taking the right for your own safety. You ignored all my warnings, you didn't let me any other option. Your parents gave me their agreement, and you will be able to contact them, there is a phone in there."

"I'M NOT A KID!" I screamed when they forced me in. I was robbed of my own cell phone and no matter how much I tried, once I was locked inside what resembled a small studio, there was no escaping. The room just before the one I was in would apparently be where my guards would live during my stay here, so I didn't stand a chance at sneaking out, even if the lock on the door was probably enough to keep me in. The window wasn't an option either, there were steel bars planted vertically and close enough so I could barely slide an arm in between.
I looked around, once it was obvious that I didn't have a say in the matter and that I'd better accept the situation, and there was a phone indeed. I rushed to it but unfortunately, I couldn't call a random number, there were only my parents', the prosecutor and the lawyer's numbers registered and usable in the device. I cursed out loud, I was so frustrated!

I sat on the border of the bed and started to cry. More than anything, what was killing me was that I would be unable to see Mihael for fuck knew how long, and it made me feel sick.
The phone rang. It was my mother.
"Mum..." But I couldn't say anything more, I was crying even harder.
"My little fox... I'm so sorry... it's for your own good, I know it's hard but you have to understand. We're all so worried, you can't take the situation lightly, it's not safe for you, I'll call you every morning and evening, okay? And you can call me anytime sweetheart. I love you."
"Mum... what if something happens to Mihael?"
"He is well guarded honey, don't worry, they won't let anything happen, the prosecutor promised me they would do anything to protect him."
"Do you really believe him?" I had a limited trust in the man.
"We have to Mail, we don't have any other choice... I know how you feel, but you have to think about your own safety too, and I have to do it as well. I don't like it, but you've been too reckless lately, we can't let you put your life at risk like that... and they have a plan, you somehow got in the way and the sooner you understand that they are doing their job, the faster you will see Mihael again."

I knew she was trying to convince me of something she didn't sound so sure of herself, and it only made it worse. I had the nagging feeling that on one hand my parents were relieved that I was safe now, even if it was against my own will, and on the other hand that now the prosecutor, lawyer and such had no one in their way to get were they wanted, and that they were taking calculated risks with Mihael to get there, and that in their mind, catching the Keehls in the act authorised them a few liberties with said risks. And I couldn't accept that. I didn't care that the Keehls roamed free forever and did their shit, as long as Mihael was out of their hands.

But once the call was over, I felt so alone here, even knowing there were two men on the other side of the door... it was the most awful feeling I had ever felt, right after thinking that Mihael was dead that day in the hospital. I was helpless, and it was against my own free will, and that was driving me insane.
I spent more than one hour banging on the door and yelling and crying, throwing everything I could lift against the wooden panel, until I was just too exhausted.
No one made a move in the other room. I could wreck a havoc, they would just wait that I was done.

I finally dragged myself on the bed, I had no energy left. I was falling asleep when I saw the door crack open, and one of the men peep inside to check on me, before closing it again.

The morning light woke me up. I had slept in my clothes, over the covers, the window and blinds open, and I was freezing.
I tripped over the various stuff I had left on the floor from the previous day's tantrum on my way to the bathroom.
Under the shower, I felt like I had reverted back to the state I was in when I wasn't allowed to see Mihael, before he woke up. All my willpower had left me, and I just wanted to cry but somehow, I felt dry, completely out of tears.
I only left the shower when the water went cold.

After that, I smoked what was left of my cigarettes stash in one go, but it didn't last long enough to pass the day since I only had half of a pack. Barely more than a couple hours.

I finally decided to rummage through the bag my mother had prepared with my stuff, and I was glad to see she had included my laptop. But of course, there was no wifi here, so except for a few games, it was useless since I couldn't use the internet.
It put me in a rage so immense that I stormed to the door and started banging against it once again.
"LET ME OUT! LET ME GET OUT SON OF A BITCH!"
"Hey, leave our mothers out of it." I heard someone reply on the other side.
I knew they were only doing what they'd been told, but it drove me crazy that there was absolutely nothing I could do and Mihael was on his own with those sick bastards after him.
The Keehls hadn't gone back to Germany and there was a reason to it, and whatever it was, it was not good for sure. Extreme actions... I didn't want to think of what it could mean. I knew what it could mean.
Mihael would probably be as mad as me with the current situation. If only I could talk to him...

Mello
"What do you mean he won't come back?"
The lawyer was shifting from a foot to another. He seemed reluctant to tell me what he had to say, and it made me even more nervous.
I had waited the whole day for Mail to arrive, and the man had finally told me he wouldn't, when I had asked him to help me make a call.
"It's not easy to say Mihael, but I can't hide it from you, you would understand sooner or later..."
"Spit it out, you're scaring me!" I was on the verge of tears, I could feel a knot inside my stomach.
"Mail asked me to tell you that he would not come back. He is... breaking up with you..."
"What?" That couldn't be true? "Why would he do that?! And why wouldn't he tell me himself?"
"I'm sorry..." the lawyer said, averting his eyes.

My voice was weak, trembling, as I tried to ask for explanations. But he had none, just that Mail had said we were over.
I broke down. No, that wasn't true. Mail would never do that, he would never leave me, not now, not after all we had been through. Not this way.
"I need to talk to him. Let me talk to him!"
"You can't do that... he won't talk to you, he didn't even have the gut to tell this to you face to face."

It was a nightmare. I was stuck on this bed, I couldn't make a call myself, I couldn't walk, couldn't try to reach Mail by whatever means existing, I felt like the dead weight he probably thought I had become...
"Go away."

I wanted to be alone. Why? Why was Mail acting like that? Had I been so wrong about him? There wasn't a single cell in me that could believe that. I knew him. He wasn't perfect, but he wasn't such a bastard. He would come back. They were pulling a trick for God knows why, but I wouldn't fall for that. I needed to stay calm, and Mail would show up and everything would be fine.

I kept telling myself that. For the next four days, I inwardly repeated this over and over again. On the fifth day, I broke down.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" the nurse asked me, alarmed that I was suddenly crying for no apparent reason. She had been away for her rest days during those last four days, and she had no idea what was going on, no idea that Mail hadn't showed up. Maybe it was her presence that made me lose it, because she had always been nice to me.

"He left me!" I sobbed. My whole body was aching.
She looked at me questioningly.
"Mail... he broke up with me."
"Oh lord, that can't be true? He loves you so much! What happened?" she seemed genuinely concerned and it made me cry all the more.
"I don't know! No one wants to tell me anything, I couldn't talk to him, I wish he had told me himself at least..."
"Mail didn't tell you face to face? Oh poor thing, I'm so sorry! I'd never thought he'd do something like that, he seemed to be such a nice guy!" she pressed my hand in hers.
"I didn't want to believe it... but it's been five days now... he didn't come back, I thought he would, we've been through so much, why would he leave me like that?"
"I don't know sweetie... you know, sometimes people can't handle things after an accident, maybe it was too much for him? Give him some time, maybe he needs to think it over..."

The nurse did her best to reassure me, but the awful thought of Mail reverting back to what he was when we weren't even friends was slowly crawling its way into my mind, and after a whole week without him, it nested there for real.