Fractured Ties (A Death Note Matt x Reader)

Onward!

"FIRE!" Near commanded.

The FBI agents fire their non-lethals. All the darts has successfully hit the targets guarding the building. The people standing in front of the hideout all drop like flies.

"CIA, ASSEMBLE!"

Halle, Gevanni, Rester and you ran through the dusty lot, and into the building. You break down the door, and step inside the warehouse. Everything after that becomes a blur of events. You didn't get a good view of the interior, as you were constantly moving, firing darts at anyone around you. But you can make out quite a few features, such as the newly repaired pipes that slither across the ceiling like metallic snakes, and the ratty, leather couches that sit around the room. You run past a few glass, coffee tables as well as large, oak desks that are for the secretaries, containing fat files upon files of important documents in the drawers. Your flats, clicking against the glossy tiles in quickened steps. Several computer monitors are left on, occasionally bathing the team in soft, blue light. You run to the nearest desk. 

A frightened lady, all prim and proper sits inside. She covers her mouth, with her pale, dainty hand, smudging it with her bold, red lipstick. Just as she was about to alert the security, you aim the gun at her chest, and pulled the trigger, sending a dart, submerging her to unconsciousness. You begin searching the secretary for any key to unlock the drawers. Sure enough, you find a tiny, silver key cleverly tucked into the inner pocket of her cardigan. You quickly push her limp body under the desk and began unlocking the drawers, frantically grabbing all the files Near tells you to, through your earpiece.

At the lower floors of the hideout, Rester silently took out a bodyguard standing beside the "boss" and hid his body behind a couch. Rester took the bodyguard's place. The boss is a tall, skinny man who seems to love showing off his wealth, made from stealing valuable goods and selling them off black market. He's dressed in a flashy suit and has a bowler hat covering part of his face. He sports a silver Rolex watch on his left wrist. You've seen him before, as you were watching video footages of the place to know your role.

Rester stands beside him, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. He lurks around in the darkness, light a predator closely watching and guarding its prey. As the boss looks down at his fancy Rolex watch, Rester quickly shoots a dart at his thigh without hesitation.

 Your phone rings. You quickly answer the phone.

"Target shot down." Rester said with a clear, firm voice.

You walk up to Halle and Gevanni (they were standing nearby, guarding you) and tapped their shoulders. They both turn around at the same time. You beckon them to follow you down the stairs, to the basement. They understood at once and follow you into the basement without questioning.

You run down several flights of stairs, your heart pounding louder and louder with every step. The place gets darker and darker, as you head lower and lower.Yourpalms begin to sweat out of anxiety. You finally arrive at a door, with a grimy plaque, which you could barely read in the dim light. Gevanni shines his phone flashlight at the plaque.

"B-2" It read.

This is the floor where they're keeping Roger in. You push open the door, and step inside the dark, dank hall. You guys meet up with Roger in the hall.

"Let me repeat the question one more time, WHERE IS L'S..."

You heard gruff, muffled shouts followed by the clashing of metal coming from the end of the hall. Halle, Gevanni and you bolted down the hall and kicked open the cold, metal door at the very end of the hall.  

The room is lit by a dull, blue light. The deadly metal tools reflect off the light. Four, unidentifiable silhouettes surround Roger's body, which has been tied to a chair. Halle quickly slips you her pocket knife. You feel the cold blade between your fingers, as you place it inside your skirt's back pocket. Halle, Gevanni, Rester and you all quickly shot darts at the four people surrounding Roger. With quavering hands, you draw out the pocket knife and head for Roger, cutting his unconscious body free. Roger was bruised, battered, missing all of his fingernails and covered in a patchwork of cuts. He also sported a black eye and a split lip. With Halle's help, you lifted Roger off his chair and carried him back up all the floors. By now, you're violently shaking, trying to calm yourself by following Matt's advice, taking deep breaths. You walk up the steps, the place is getting brighter and brighter the higher up you go. Soon, your full vision returns, as you reach the Mafia hideout's main floor. 

You and Halle run out the front doors, carrying Roger's body. Gevanni and Rester follow from behind. An ambulance is waiting outside. The paramedics wheel out a stretcher, and you place Roger's body onto it.

"Great work everyone!" Near congratulates the teams.

It's all over. A wave of calamity rises in you, instead of receding. A sharp, jagged pain shoots inside your chest. Your heart is fluttering at a maddening pace, and the world around you spins. Matt gets out of his car and rushes towards you just in time, as you collapse into his arms. Everything goes black. 

The paramedics rush and flock around you and Matt like bright, yellow birds. They wheel out another stretcher. Matt gently places your body onto the stretcher as they roll you away from him, and into the ambulance. The doors of the ambulance close.

"MATT!" Mello runs towards Matt.

"We should follow the ambulance,  HURRY!"

Mello and Matt heads for the bright, red Challenger, and quickly gets inside. Matt starts the car, and tails the ambulance, speeding down the road, just like he did back then when he was trying to divert Takada's bodyguards' attention.

The ambulance arrives at the hospital, and so is Matt and Mello. They unload the stretchers, rolling Roger's and your body into the hospital building. Matt parked his car in the parking lot, and he and Mello entered the hospital. Matt checked in as your boyfriend and Mello checked in as your and Matt's longtime friend. They sat in the bright, anesthetic-smelling waiting room.

The interior of the hospital resembles Near. It's a brilliant white, and clean. It isolates people from the outside world, just like how Near shuts himself inside, avoiding the outdoors as much as possible. 

A nurse walks into the waiting room. Her strawberry-blonde hair is neatly tucked under her white cap and she clutched a clipboard to her chest.

"(f/n) has just had a heart attack. Her heart valve has just had a spasm. Surgery is currently being done on her to repair her heart valve. I'm afraid that she's going to have to stay in the hospital for a couple of days." There was sympathy in her bright, blue eyes.

"I want to ask you a question, does (f/n) suffer from frequent panic attacks?"

"Yes, she does. (f/n) has a moderate to severe case of anxiety." Said Matt.

"Ah, so that must be it." She wrote something down on her clipboard.

"I suggest you to come and visit tomorrow, but you can wait here if you like."

Matt nodded.

"I'll wait here. Mello?"

"I'll wait here as well."

"Very well then." The nurse left.