This is the life

Looking like somehthing each other, except Mello, would have been intimidated by, Kevin pushed a bundle of dollars into his hand. One hand Mello proved them to be sure Kevin wouldn’t betray. Then he nodded. “It’s ok. But next time you’ll pay immediately, yeah?”
Kevin stared angrily at Mello just before he disappeared behind the curtain again.
A minute later Mello could hear a surpressed cry again, but he went on his way to the exit. Even if he felt sorry, he represented his Boss on this mission and could for that not do anything. Unless it was himself, it wasn’t his business.
Mello went on when suddenly he tripped over something. Hastily he grabbed after the thing to throw it against the next wall, but then he saw it was a rucksack from which a sleeve of a striped shirt showed out. That could not… Mello’s heart bumped like crazy as he opened the rucksack and found the googles with tinted glasses in it. Matt…
Mello was horrified, and the same moment he stood up he heard both a muffeled stroke as well as once again a suppressed cry of pain-
Immediately he turned around, ran back, pulled the curtain aside and held his gun to the back of Kevin just in the same time that guy wanted to kick his vicitim again.
“I’d better not do that if I were you.”
Kevin stopped and turned around to him. “What will thou still here? Get your ass away!”
In response Mello beat him with the gun. “Shut up! Who do you think are you talking to?”
Kevin stared at him. “This is my fuckin’ house and I can do what I want to in here! And now get off bitch!”
Dangerously calm Mello replied: “Not very intelligent to speak like this to a person who points with a gun right into your face, are you? Or will you maybe disappear before I have to think about how to explain to Rodd why one of his sources had to die?”

“You don’t seriously think I’m afraid of a tiny little girl like you?” With those words Kevin grabbed Mello by the arm and tried to push him down, but Mello rotated them and said: “I warned you. And I AM NOT A GIRL!!!”
In the very same moment Kevin’s head was hit by a bullet.
Mello took a deep breath to dismantle the adrenaline in his blood, then he turned to Matt wo still layed there wimpering, bleeding and gagged, with the pants somewhere in the near of his knees.
Mello leaned over his boyfriend and removed the gag first before he hesitated a little. Should he help him first to get his clothes back on, or… Finally, he hugged him carefully. He lifted the upper body of the redhead and pulled him to himself in order to comfort him.
Matt couldn’t stop crying, when he caressed the red hair.
“Husch… I'm here… Nobody will harm you anymore… Sch…”

Not until the boy had calmed down Mello said, “I’ll help you now, can you stand up?”
Matt nodded and tried, but nearly fell down if Mello hadn’t caught him.
The blonde helped his friend to get up and to pull his trousers back in place before he asked, “Need something? A drink? Something to eat? Chocolate?”
He felt so helpless himself in this situation, because he knew the redhead must be in terrible pain and there was nothing he could do.
But Matt shook his head. “I want to go out of here…”, he said quietly. Mello nodded, put his hand around the redhead and helped him to the exit.
“My bag…”
Mello took the rucksack. “I’ll bring you to my hotel, ok? I have… I’ll have a job to do this evening, but I’ll come back right afterward, but in my room, you’re safe.”
The redhead only nodded.

Shortly afterward, they reached Mello’s hotelroom. Or better suite. Mello showed only the bathroom and the bedroom to him quickly, before he said: “I You’re hungry or something, you can order everything you want, okay? I’ll take it on my account. I’ll bring you some clothes, when I come back and… I know it’s not much, but I’ve some aspirin somewhere in the bathroom. Attempt to sleep a bit, ok?”
Matt just nodded.
Mello sighed. Actually, the last thing he wanted now was to leave his just-found friend alone, but Rodd would throw a fit if he didn’t come to the deal AND told him Kevin was dead. Hesitantly, he stood for a moment in front of the redhead, then hugged him. “I missed you…”, he whispered. “I’m sorry I… I’m sorry I left you alone…” Then he gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, turned around and wanted to go but Matt held him firmly on his shoulder. “Mello…” he said quitely, pulling the blonde to himself to give him another hug and to kiss him. “Thank you.”
“This… You… You don’t have to thank me, Matty… I… I’m sorry it… I have to go now… I’ll be back as soon as possible, okay? Promise.”
Matt nodded again and let him go.

Once Mello had left the suite, Matt put the contents of his rucksack onto the floor of the bathroom to finally pull out a plastic bag. With a trembling hand he took the syringe out of the bag, put it aside, took the belt he used as tourniquet out and tied it to his arm.
Finally, he put some of the white-grew powder from a tiny bag inside the big one on his spoon, added a drop of citric acid and held the spoon over his lighter until the content became liquid, then he merged it into the syringe.
Cautiously he pushed the needle into his arm vein, drew a little blood on and pressed the mixture then into his body.

Immediately after this, the pain left and Matt leaned against the edge of the tub and closed his eyes. It took a while before he was able to get up, to remove the needle from his arm.
This time, he had not taken as much that the world completely disappeared before his eyes, but only the amount that was sufficient for him not to come to withdrawal and to relieve his pain.
Slowly he stood up- Somehow finding the power to take a shower before he layed down in some old clothes of Mello in the bed and finally he fell asleep.

He didn’t know how long he had slept. He woke up by Mello shaking him, and him screaming: “Damn shit, Matt, you godfuckin’ idiot! What are you thinking? Do you want to kill you?”