This is the life

Mello had told Matt he’d be back in a few days with which Matt hadn’t had a major problem. He knew the blonde would return.
But the moment he stood alone in the supermarket he suddenly wished Mello to be back again. Frozen, he stood on the shelf now and tried to decide which pizza he should take, when suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around.
“Hey, kid. Long time no see, I’ve thought you’d be dead already.”
Frightened Matt looked at the man. It was his first customer, the one he had went into the car with. “Let me go!”, he shouted and ran to the next shelf hoping he’d have peace. But the man followed him. “Hey, are you embarassed to see me here? I just wanted to ask how you are.”
Then he picked up a card out of his pocket and gave it to Matt. “If you ever need money again… Call me. My friends and I will pay well.”
Matt took the card, just because he didn’t want to talk anymore, then he let his bag fall down and ran on the quickest way home, where he fell down right behind the closed door. It would come back to him again and again, Mello had said. The memory of this time. But he had just laughed telling the blonde he’d never ever be so stupid again and sell his body for money.
But now it was clear to him Mello had meant something else. What had happen he couldn’t undo. He would always be remembered of it.
“It’s over, Matt.”, he said to himself. “Mello’s with you, you won’t ever again do something this stupid, it’s over…”

Three weeks later:
When Mello woke up, he couldn’t see anything and the left side of his body hurt incredibely. Actually he was surprised he had survived the explosion at all. The last thing he could remember was the ground under his feet was collapsing and he had been near of the fire triggered by the bomb, then he had lost conscousness.
Now he noticed the soft mattress he layed on. The sheets smelled freshly washes which excluded automatically he was in his and Matt’s apartment. Where the hell was he? Certainly he was still under the rubble of this damned fucking warehouse and only dreamed-
“Hello? Helllloooo?”, he said, although his voice sounded very dry. He was terribly thirsty and it burned down his throat.
A door opened. “Oh, you’re finally awake.”, a voice said, which Mello recognized as much too familiar. But that couldn’t be, could it? He felt a straw on his lips.
“Here, drink, surely you’re thirsty. But don’t drink too quickly, ok?”
Mello drank a sip of water then he asked: “Why am I blind?”
The woman next to him replied: “You’ve got a bandage over your eyes. Don’t worry, you’re not blind. At least, the doctor says so.”
“How.. How did I get here?” Slowly Mello realized it wasn’t a dream. But how in God’s sake had he come to Wammy’s House?”
“Matt had borught you in. So you know where you are? Awake and also orientated, that sounds well.”
“I’ve had to spent 10 years of my shitty life in this place, of course I know where I am and especially who you are, Liz! What’s more interesting to me: What do you mean with Matt brought me in? Took a walk from LA to Winchester or what do you mean?”
“No sarcasm please, Mello.”
“Where’s Matt? I want to kick his ass for taking me back here.”
Liz ignored the last sentence but whispered. “Still the old stubborn teen, aren’t you?”
Then she said aloud: “I’ll give the good news to the doctor. He’ll come to see you anyway, in order to change the banadages.”, before she went back to the door and out of the room-
Mello yelled after her: “Dammit, I want to know where the fuck Matt is!”
But the door closed without Liz giving an answer to the blonde. He grabbed the glass of water she’d given to him and threw it while he was cursing lioudly, in the direction from where he had heard the door. “Fuck! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!”

A moment later, someone came back into the room.
“Liz?”, Mello asked and it sounded slightly angry. “No.”, a deep vice answered. “I’m Dr Webber, I’m here to look after you. How are you?”
“What do you want me to say? I’m in pain, bloody shit, and I lie down in a bed of a house I never wanted to see again from the inside and nobody brings me fucking choclate or gives me answers to my question!”
“I’ve heard you’re not that easy. But may I get an answer if I ask where it hurts the most?”
Mello puffed with anger. “On my left side you godfuckin’ idiot! And now I want my chocolate and this idiot Matt right in front of me so I can kill him for bringing me here!”
“Your friend most probably has saved yopur life, Mr Mello, so maybe I’d think about killing him once again. As far as I know, you’re a wanted criminal in America bacause of your actions involving the mafia, if he’d brought you to a hospital there, you’d possibly have been killed by Kira or at the latest chance by death penalty. The other alternative would have been letting you die of your injuries.”, the doctor said. “I’ll now take the bandage of you and take care of your wounds. Keep your eyes shut, please.”
“I’m not a small child anymore I do what I wanna do!”
“If you open them, you’ll risk a terrible infection which most likely’d cost your sight. Do you want that? Now, stay still, please.”
Mello kept still during the whole procedure, although it burned like hell- But once again he was back into fresh bandages, he started shouting again: “And now finally give me my chocolate! And bring Matt to me!”
The doctor took a deep breath. “I’ll come tomorrow again to change the bandages, but it looks a lot better.”
Much better? How long had he been here?
“I want to speak with Matt now.”, Mello demanded, but the doctor went out of the room without telling him anything.
The next few hours Mello screamed, fell to the ground, when he tried to stand up and kicked after anyone who wanted to help him.
“Without chocotlate and Matt I’m not moving one millimetre! You can’t force me, you fucking bastards!”
After four hours, Liz put a bar of chocolate into his hands.
“Here, and now let me help you.”
“No! Not as long as Matt isn’t here!”
Liz sighed and went to the kitchen of Wammy’s because she didn’t now what to do anymore. There she met as expected, Mary who did the dishes.

Mary, or Maria Aguzzi as her real name was, was an about fourty year old Italian and the female soul of Wammy’s.
This woman had been the strict Catholic mother of almost everyone, loving, but severe when needed.
“Mary?”
The cook turned around. “He still won’t get up?””. She sighed.
“No… Maybe you should talk to him, he will listen to you more.”
“Liz, you know I’m not able to lie and if he knew the truth…”
“If he stays sitting on the ground, he’ll only get a fever again.”
“Well, I try… But I don’t promise anything. Will you bring Matt his dinner and feed him?”
“He still is fixed?”
“Was not avoidable.”
Liz sighed. “I’ll do it.”

When Mary opened the door of the hospital room, she was welcomed by the same coursing tyrade Mello had given to everyone.
“Damn shit, Liz, don’t you dare walking away again when I asked you something! Do what I told you, or…”
“MIHAEL KEEHL, don’t you dare to swear once again!”, Mary yelled.
Mello twitched a bit. Mary was the only one who used the real names of the kids when nobody was around.
“Sorry, Ma’am, I thought…”, Mello stammered automatically.
“Thou shalt not curse generally! Liz has sent me. Actually I hadn’t thought of having to yell with you after you just woke up again.”
“I’ve told the bitch…” “MIHAEL!”
“Sorry, Ma’am… I’ve told Liz already I’ll only go back to bed when I’ve spoken to Matt.”
Mary sighed. This was something she had already guessed. “Mihael, you have to go back to bed now. You’ve had a high fever for one week and it was immense fortune you survived it at all.”
Slowly she took Mello’s hand but he pulled it away.
“I'll stay here! And I‘ll stay here until Matt comes here!”
“Mihael Keehl if you don’t want to become the first 19 year old young man with severe burns I lay over my knees and spank with my cooking spoon, then don’t behave like a moron and let me help you. I’m serious. I’d do it.”
Mello knew she’d make the threat come true. And he definitely didn’t desire this kind of medicine he was administered to all too often in his childhood when he’d become once again too rude. On the other hand he didn’t want to give in.
But finally he nodded and let Mary help him back into the bed.
“That’s much better, kid.”
“Ma’am? Why can’t Matt come here?”
But Mary stayed silent and was for once glad the boy couldn’t see her right now.

A/N: Beta’d by Tama1998. What has happened to Matt ad why Mello cannot walk will come out in the next two or three chapters^^ (I have yet to rewrite something ’cause mello’s problems with his legs wasn’t explained in the original story…)