Matt x Mello

5

MATT POV

I opened the doors to the infirmary and set my best friend down on a bed. The nurse wasn't here for some reason, so I decided to wait for him. I knelt down next to my underage friend as tears began to run down my cheeks. "What have you done, Mello?" I whispered. He shifted in his sleep and mumbled something. At least he wasn't sick yet. After quite a bit of waiting, the nurse finally came. He asked me what had happened and I told him everything. He bandaged my wounds and told me I was free to go. He said after Mello was conscious and there were no long term side-effects, they would let him join me after a lecture about drinking and drugs. I nodded and left my friend to be cared for.

MELLO POV

I slowly opened my eyes as pain rushed through my head. Colors invaded my vision and it hurt to move my eyes. "Ah, you're awake." A man in a white coat said. He handed me a small cup of water and I downed it immediately. I was surprisingly thirsty. What had happened? I recognized I was in the nurse's office at Wammy's, but why was I here? I lifted a hand into my sight and saw it was shaking intensely.

"Wh-what happened?" I asked the man.

"Long story," he said and grabbed a clip board and pen. "What do you remember?" I thought for a second and something came to mind. Two big guys told me they wanted me to join them for something... I don't remember what exactly.

"I was invited to go into the woods with two older guys," I said. "But that's all I remember." The nurse nodded and I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was surprisingly tired for just waking up.

"Would you like to see your friend?" He asked. I nodded and smiled a bit.

"Could I have more water too, please?" I asked. I wasn't normally this polite, but he seemed nicer than most adults who worked here. Plus I was in no condition to argue with the one helping me. He quickly returned with the water and went to get Matt.

The door opened slowly and my red-head best friend stepped into the doorway. He looked nervous and I noticed a white cloth wrapped tightly around his arm. He walked up to me and sat down in a chair that had been prepared. "I'm glad you're alright, Mello." He said. He sounded sad.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He looked surprised, but returned to his regular expression after a moment.

"Nothing." He said. He looked at the ground, proving what he just said wrong. But I ignored it. "How are you feeling?" He asked. I smiled.

"Fine. Do you know what happened to me?" It was hard to keep my eyes from closing, knowing if I did I would fall asleep.

"I, um, I'll tell you once you're better." He said. He shifted his gaze back to me. He looked the way he had when we shared our kiss on the rooftop: hurt. I looked at the bandages on his arm again, and something drifted into my memory. I was on top of him, holding a knife to his arm.

"Oh my God," I said, sitting up straight. "D-did I do that to you?" I asked. He had a concerned look on his face.

"Don't worry about it, it doesn't hurt anymore." My eyes were wide and regretful. What had happened? What led me to hurt my one and only best friend ever?

"No, I have to worry about it!" I said. My eyes welled up with tears. What had I done? "Matt, I--"

"It's fine." He cut me off. He wouldn't make eye contact with me and it hurt. "Really, don't worry about it." I looked down at the sheets. I couldn't stand myself. I leaned back in frustration with myself. "I should prolly get going," he said, standing up. "I'll see you later, Mello." He turned and left without another glance at me. I closed my eyes and was barely able to think about what happened until I drifted into a deep sleep.

MATT POV

I flopped down on my bed and began to cry. I felt horrible, letting him get himself into this mess. Of course, it wasn't my fault, but I felt like it was. Tears streamed down my face and I turned onto my stomach. I thought back to what had happened, when he was trying to get me to... do it with him. In the middle of the street. I hugged my pillow and screamed into it. It felt like my relationship with Mello was falling apart, I don't know why. Could I forgive what he did? The cut would probably leave a scar. It was pretty deep, but that wasn't the only thing that would scar me. The bigger guy told Mello to do whatever he wanted with me, and he chose to try to seduce me? Does that mean he really loves me that much? Or was he trying to tease me, to hurt me?

I squeezed the pillow harder, getting lost in my thoughts. Why is my life such a wreck? At least my new goggles were coming tomorrow, so I would be able to see clearly soon. But the one thing that I had left of my family was gone. My friend tried to seduce me and ended up splitting my arm open instead. My feelings were jumbled and I wanted to escape it all. My Mello hurt me, could I forgive him? Would we go back to being "just friends" to even out everything that was happening? Did he still love me? Thoughts circled my brain until I cried myself into a light, restless sleep.

*Hey guys, sorrry for the short chapter. I know there aren't as many reads as my other stories, but I really like this one. Sooo... ye. Good night/day to you guys reading this! Bu-bye!*