i'll just keep wallowing in those things i never said

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[He's slowly coming awake, and Matt's not too happy about it; the room Mello's brought him to is too fucking bright. He wants to go home, back to their apartment - or their room - or - fuck he doesn't know anymore. He just doesn't wanna be here, and he sure as hell doesn't wanna keep feeling like death warmed over.

That's when realization hits him

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[Mello should have realized, he thinks, but didn't, that this Matt was going to be heavier than his own. He barely managed to get them both to the kitchen.]

No, [he says, vehemently, then gains control of his tone.] You're not. Can you sit up by yourself? You need some juice.

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Yeah. [His voice is quiet, but he manages to reach up and hold onto the table, finally realizing where they are. It's a kitchen, one of the many at the mansion, and he blinks, not quite sure why they're here still.

Juice, he thinks, the synapses in his brain starting to fire again - slowly, but they're doing it.]

What the hell's juice gonna do?

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You need sugar, fluids, electrolytes.

[He releases his grip on Matt's shoulder and waits to see if the readhead's really going to stay up under his own power.]

A blood transfusion would be better, but no fucking way here.

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I feel loads better, though.

[It's true; his body doesn't hurt, nor does it feel quite so damn full; he can breathe deeply again, and his focus is coming back. He licks his lips, shifting in his seat to lean against the table. He turns his head and looks up at Mello, wiping his bloody nose.]

Why don'tcha jus' sit down here with me.