[It's been days since Matt's left his room; he just hasn't felt the need to go anywhere, to do anything. Finally, today, the depression is crippling, and he feels the need to get out. In an effort to take his mind off things (his own Mello's abandonment, his imploding relationship with Misa, and his weird-ass relationship with another Mello), Matt'
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He only sees the white room for a flash of a second before he's plunged into the nightmare he hasn't been able to shake in a year and half, thrown into it so completely that it feels like it's happening for the first time.
He's parked the truck to wait out the storm he knows he's caused. Those fuckers on the news are still showing Matt's car, and Mello starts to reach over to flip the damn thing off, but his arm's gripped by pain shooting up it, straight to his heart. How the fuck did they-
He doesn't get to finish the thought. The pain squeezes, explodes outward, like a star going supernova right in his fucking chest. His head starts to fall forward, and he's gone.
He startles awake on the floor of the white room, convinced for half a second that he's in the city all over again, but when he opens his eyes, the nightmare clearly isn't over, because there's Matt slumped against the wall, and Mello doesn't know if it's his Matt or not. His chest feels like someone's carved a hole in it with a goddamn chainsaw, and he can't put weight on his left arm, but he tries to inch closer anyway. The question of whether he's really dead now can wait; he's still moving, and that's good enough for him.]
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OW - fuck.
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Matt, can you move your legs?
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Yeah - sorta. Wha-what the fuck happen'd t'you?
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Think- my second ran out.
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I - don't think that's it, man. [He spits blood away as it trickles past his lips and takes as deep a breath as he can.]
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[It's slow to dawn on him that he's in the clothes that have come to be his normal outfit, not the leather he was wearing in the truck; and that for someone bleeding so much, Matt's remarkably... alive.]
Fucking mansion. I know it.
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You know wha-? [He blinks his eyes open, trying to bring his thinking back to full capacity, but it just doesn't seem to be working yet.]
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[He creeps closer. This being fake, if it is, doesn't make it hurt any less, and it doesn't make Matt's condition any less horrifying.]
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[He manages to push himself back up, so he's at least sitting; in this position, his head starts to clear, and he looks up at Mello with cloudy eyes. He can feel more blood trickling down his chin, but he makes no move to wipe it away yet.]
What'd it do t'you? [A wet cough.]
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[He drops down to sit on the floor, hand on his chest.]
Matty- we gotta get out of here.
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Love to - but where the fuck's the door?
[He eyes Mello before reaching to dig in his front pocket. Pulling out his pack and lighter, he takes one out by the filter with his teeth, and attempts to flick his lighter open. His hands don't seem to wanna cooperate, and Matt's brow furrows, annoyed, after five tries.]
Oi - Mister 'eart Attack - a lil help here?
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[Mello takes the lighter from Matt and fires it up, holding it close to the end of the cigarette.]
No door. [He probably looks as wrung-out as he feels. It hasn't been this bad since he first woke up in the city.] Wait it out. I guess. Jesus, Matty. [He could try to get his shirt off to stop some of the bleeding, maybe.]
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Godammit! I can't even fuckin' - [He breaks off into a coughing fit that goes on for minutes.] - I can't even smoke? This is bullshit.
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[It takes some maneuvering, but he edges closer, extracts Matt's smokes and lighter, and gets one lit himself, taking a deep drag that aches like fuckall, but screw you, mansion, he figures, he's smoking anyway. He holds the cigarette to Matt's lips.] Here.
Do you- God, you must hurt.
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Dammit - no fucking good. [A smirk.] Looks like I got some distance with that one, though, eh?
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