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Matt
I pulled into the driveway of an old rundown cottage on the outside of town, tyres squealing in protest as they ground to a sudden halt. I opened the door and ran out, leaving the engine running as I threw my weight against the splintered door, the rusted hinges easily breaking free. I pulled back the hammer on my gun, keeping it held still as I rounded each corner. The air smelt of damp, mould and blood, mingling together into a nauseating stench.
I ran into the room at the end of the upstairs hallway finding the blood encrusted body strapped to the table, face contorted in agony as silent screams were ripped from his mouth. "Oh God Mello!" I ran to his side quickly unbuckling the leather straps that held him down. My breath caught in my throat at the angry chemical burn that was slowly spreading across his face neck and shoulder. I scrambled around the room, turning on the tap in the corner of the room grateful when clear water spilled out. I dashed back over to Mello, picking him up, much to the agonised groan that escaped Mello. "This is going to hurt." I warned him, gently tilting his head back under the water, desperately trying to ignore his scream as I flushed the wound out.
"Matt…" He whimpered, voice horse, cracking under the pressure.
"Y-Yeah, that's right. I've got you." I moved him back, letting the water flush out the burn on his neck and shoulder, keeping a firm arm around him as his body convulsed. "I've got you." I repeated, turning the water off, gently picking him up, walking back out to the car, putting him in the backseat. I wrapped a loose blanket around him, trying to stop his body trembling. "Easy baby, it's okay now." I murmured, climbing into the front, flipping open my phone, quickly dialling ahead to the hospital, already speeding along the road.
I swerved around cars, ignoring the angry honks I got in protest as I cut off SUV's with soccer mom's applying makeup in the rear view mirrors. I could hear Mello's pained whimpers, the various cuts on his body seeping through the blanket, staining the cloth with dark red blotches. My fingers gripped the wheel tightly, pulling into the hospital parking lot. I carefully removed him from the back seat, cradling him in my arms, trying not to jostle him as I all but ran into A&E. The receptionist took one look at him and immediately called for a gurney, letting me hold him, petting his hair on the undamaged side of his face, murmuring comforting words in his delusional ear.
Mello's hand gripped the front of my shirt, eyes wide with pain and fear, an unintelligible string of words slipping from his mouth. "Shhh." I murmured, pressing my lips to his hair, gently lowering him onto the gurney, following the mixture of doctors and nurses who whisked him through the double doors.
I was stopped outside of the last room by a doctor, taking seat outside of it when he said that Mello was undergoing emergency surgery to stop the chemicals from burning further into him, putting casts on various broken bones and stitching him up. My hands fisted themselves into my hair in agitation as the minutes snailed by, the relief I had felt at finding Mello dwindling away and turning into a hard knot of guilt in my stomach.
If I just went him to the fucking shoot he would've come home safe. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks as the guilt overwhelmed me, ignoring the nurses who came up to me and asked me if I was okay. I sniffled, wiping away the tears, managing to pull myself together as a heavily sedated Mello was wheeled out of surgery, half of his face covered in thick white gauze. I hastily stood up, following him back to the room they had set aside for him, watching as they pierced the skin of his hand with an IV needle.
I took seat in the chair next to the bed, taking hold of his cast-covered hand, running a soothing thumb over the top of the fiberglass, comforting myself more than anything. I tucked my legs underneath myself, resting my head on my arm, slowly falling asleep to the heart monitor.