Forgetting about his pants, Matt rushed over towards you and the collapsed man. He gently touched the man's wounds, though he drew back quickly when he groaned in pain again.
"W-who?" you stuttered.
Matt only shook his head, eyes narrowing towards the blond man. "Old friend."
You yelped again at the new information. For a moment the thought of watching someone die in front of you crossed your mind. Tears welled up in your eyes, "N-no time to waste!" No one was going to die on your watch! You struggled to stand, trying your best not to aggravate the man's wounds.
Matt quickly caught on and took hold of both you and the blond man, lifting you to your feet while supporting his 'old friend'.
Frazzled, you tried to talk to calm your nerves. "Do you think h-he will be al-alright? I mean, eh heh, I don't know what to do! S-so you said he was a f-friend of yours, right?" You tried to laugh, "This happen often?"
Matt grunted as he dragged the poor man towards his green love seat. You probably weren't helping much, seeing as how you were concentrated on getting yourself to where you needed to be; stumbling all the way.
"Hes..." Matt began laying the blond on the love seat, adjusting a pillow behind his head. "Irrational."
You tilted your head in curiosity. "He tends to make rash decisions, this, is no doubt the aftermath of one." He sighed.
A new voice then chimed in, it sounded weak, and however he spoke with readable annoyance. "I-idiot."
The blond man talked! He really did! You heart leaped in your chest and you smiled widely at the man. "Oh good! You can talk! How are you feeling, is there anything I can do fo-"
The man had opened his eyes, exposing grey orbs; one of which was swollen and red. His blond hair was disheveled and singed and reached just below his jaw line. He dressed in all leather, leather boots, pants and a rather short leather zip up tank. He glared over at you, confusion evident in his eyes. He wasn't pleased to wake up to an overly cheerful girl; especially after he had just gone through all the shit chaos he just had.
"W-who the hell are you?" His tone was anything but friendly.
Taking the hint that if you talked too much longer you would no doubt be put on a certain someone's hit list, Matt answered for you.
"Mello, this is Akia." You waved at 'Mello'.
"It's very nice to meet yo-"
"Wh-what the h-hell?" Mello cocked a brow and stared at Matt whom was looming over his weak form from the back of the love seat. "Since w-when do you have a fetish forthat?"
Your eyes widened round as saucers, not believing your ears. Mouth agape, you looked to Matt hoping he would straighten this out; you only could guess what Mello had meant by what he said. You realized you weren't the sharpest tool in the shed, and you tried to merely accept yourself for it. But anyway you said it, it sounded like an insult to you!
"She's a friend Mello," Matt drawled, a feint hint of pink gracing his cheeks. "Let's just focus on your health, yes?"
Before Matt finished his sentence, Mello had already drifted back into sleep. You watched him with sympathy, putting aside the fact that he had no doubt insulted you earlier. "What should I do?" you asked worriedly.
Matt, whom seamed calm a moment before...was watching Mello intently with a nearly frightening look on his face. His eyes expressed fear, as if he were staring death in its face.
"Matt?"
You treaded delicately. The last thing you wanted to do was upset him more then he clearly was already.
"I'll take care of him." He looked at you with hard eyes. "Don't worry about anything."
He tried to smile reassuringly.
"But-" You wanted to protest, you wanted to help!
Matt shook his head, hurriedly walking towards his room. "I know what I'm doing. If I need any help, I won't hesitate to ask, alright?"
You merely nodded letting your shoulders slump. Matt disappeared into his room and while the sounds of him rummaging through draws were heard you let yourself fall to the ground in a sitting position.
You immediately regretted it however, suddenly remembering the incident with your tail bone minuets before. You groaned in pain.
You sighed and watched Mello as he slept. It wasn't a peaceful sleep, you could tell that much. A permanent frown adorned his face and his eyes were shut tightly with his brows being forced downwards.
It nearly reminded you all to well of someone else...you sniffed and blinked your eyes rapidly forcing back tears.
Leaning forwards you brushed your fingertips gently against the wound covering the left side of Mello's face. Matt then returned with a white case in his gloved hands. You noticed, sadly, that dangling from his lips was a cigarette.
"I told you not to worry." He scolded you noticing your hand. You pleaded at him with your eyes. It honestly hurt you to watch someone who was wounded and suffering, and being able to do nothing to help them. It had already happened to you once before...once to many.
Without a word, Matt handed you a damp cloth and pointed to Mello's face. You also, without a word took the cloth and gently patted away blood and grime.
And you smiled.
Matt opened the white box revealing gauze, band-aids, bottles of medicine and cleansers. It was the last thing you had expected Matt to own, much less know how to use.
Noticing your curious gaze, Matt answered your un-asked question. "For the first twelve years of my life I wanted to be a doctor."
You raised your brows, still patting at Mello's face. As Matt removed a brown bottle from his kit and drenched a cotton ball with it, you noticed something strange. He wasn't strange, nor acting strange...the strange thing was how little you knew about him.
In only a few short minuets you realized how isolated he had been. For the short months you had known him, he had always been the cute goofball who loved videogames. Now, you realized he wasn't just that. Now you realized that he had friends, probably in serious or scary situations as Mello's condition suggested...and dreams for the future.
Come to think of it, why didn't you ever think to ask about his dreams, or asked what he wanted to be when he grew up? You scolded yourself for being so inconsiderate.
"What about now? Do you still want to be a doctor?" you tended to Mello while showing Matt with your facial expression that you were genuinely interested.
He dabbed the cotton ball across the wound on Mello's face while he 'hmm''ed in thought. Mello twitched uncomfortably in his sleep. Matt pouted, adjusting his cigarette.
"I don't know. I don't even remember why I wanted to become a doctor in the first place." He smiled faintly. "But...I do enjoy helping others when they need it. I like to think that that was why."
You paused your work for a brief moment, and smiled brightly up at Matt, whom chuckled to himself.
"But I really think it's because I always knew Mello here would get in over his head." He sighed and you giggled yourself. "He's always been prone to it...hah! Role model my ass."
"Is...is he older than you?"
"Oh, Mello? Yeah. By...I'd say two years." You glanced back at Mello. "He doesn't look it."
Matt chuckled again. "He doesn't act it either."
Silence hovered over the both of you for a few more moments, until however, you gained the courage to ask...
"Do, do you think...?" you sighed, you couldn't get the right words out, "Do you have any idea what happened?"
He didn't answer. He only continued to dab at the wounds, examining them - racking his brain for possible causes of this injury.
He finally answered quietly. "Yes."
You wished eagerly that he would continue. Seeing the worry on his face, and seeing that he was truly contemplating something however, you decided not to peruse the matter any further.
"Mello...he is in good hands, you know." You told Matt comfortingly. "He will be alright."
You smiled as the two of you continued your work; Matt smiled as well and nodded.
"I know that."
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Two days past, Mello's wounds had been cleaned, bandaged and he was beginning to heal...however he had only woken up once. And in that time, the only thing he did, was demand chocolate.
You worried terribly that something other then massive burns had happened to the young man. Perhaps some kind of gas, or poison? Matt continued to remind you to calm down about the issue. He would smile at you and ruffle your hair, but then he would turn away again and go back to whatever he had been doing before. It was usually either, forcing medicine down Mello's throat, changing bandages or something else along those lines.
And, since he was hogging your 'bed' Matt had insisted that you take his while he would 'sacrifice himself for the greater good' and sleep on the floor in the living room. Though you protested for a long while, in the end he won out.
You remained happy though, besides the worrying. You were happy that Matt had a close friend returned to him, and you wished that Mello would stay. You saw it in Matt's eyes how much he cared for his friend. Although you didn't know the details, how they met or how long they had known each other you knew they were very close. Heck, you were still wondering just what in the hell this Mello had gotten himself into in the first place!
While you weren't at work you watched over Mello and Matt, constantly concerned that one of them would get hurt [or more fatally injured] and you needed to be there if they did.
Currently it was Wednesday night, and the clock read 8:04p.m.. You were seated on the carpet floor watching over Mello while Matt took a shower. Three large boxes of chocolate bars sat on the floor next to you. You cursed at Matt, in your head of course, for laying them there. You loved chocolate; you knew they were for Mello however. Lucky...
Suddenly, Mello twitched and furrowed his brows. Sitting up straighter you wondered if he was finally going to wake up. He groaned in a frustrated manner before he opened his eyes slowly.
He scanned the room slowly before his eyes rested on you.
He wrinkled his brow together, like he was trying to remember your face.
"Hi," you spoke quietly, "I'm Akia, remember me?"
He only glared at you. "I'm not a child, so don't treat me like one. Yes, I remember you."
His words were icy but you paid little heed, instead you smiled. "I'm glad you're awake anyway. How are you feeling?"
Mello continued to glare daggers at you, "Better."
"Oh!" You exclaimed. It suddenly clicked in your head that perhaps Mello was angry because his best friend was no where in sight. You figured that it was hardly comforting to wake up to someone you hand only been introduced to once. "Matt is in the shower, I can go get him for you if you want-" You trailed off as you realized what you said, and noticed the strange look that the wounded blond was giving you. "A-actually, I think we s-should wait!"
Mello sighed angrily and turned to watch the ceiling. It matched the color of his eyes.
You both listened to the shower water running as neither of you spoke. You remained focused on the stupid mistake you had made moments before...saying something like, 'Oh, I can just go get him for you. After all he's only in the shower.' You slammed your face into your knees repeatedly.
"Hey," Mello began, "What the hell are you doing?"
You looked up to see Mello watching you with a look of disgust. "N-nothing." At that moment you looked up to see the bathroom door open and Matt step out in a mere towel wrapped around his waist. The fact that you realized he probably forgot that he would be stepping into a room where you were able to see him clearly was of little concern - considering you were taking the opportunity to carefully outline his torso with your eyes.
He was still damp from his shower and his red hair fell like a wet mop into his face. He also, surprisingly, had a good build for someone who played video games all day long. Your cheeks burned and you closed your mouth tight so as not to drool.
All good things must come to an end you supposed. Suddenly you came back to your senses, realizing what exactly you were doing. Blood rushing to your cheeks you yelled out, "Mello is awake!"
Mello winced in pain as your voice cut through the air which was once silent. Much to your displeasure - or pleasure considering either way you lost, Matt meandered over towards the love seat to observe. It seamed that, one; he didn't remember what he was wearing - or what he wasn't wearing. Or two; he simply didn't care.
Though on one hand, you were able to let your eyes linger on his exposed torso for a little while longer. However on the other hand, this created more of a possibility of either of the young men actually seeing you gazing upon Matt's figure.
Ahh, what a troubled life you lived!
"How are you feeling?" Matt asked as he looked down at Mello, still lying on the same green love seat.
"Better." Mello said, without glaring daggers this time. He then scratched is chin with his right hand; nearly unsure what to say next. "Eh...thanks."
Matt smiled, "No, not at all."
The thought crossed your mind for a brief, but enjoyable momentCould it be, that I'll get to see some live action yaoi!?
However, as soon as the thought came you pushed it away realizing that if either one of them knew you had thought that...you would most definitely end up dead.
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