Moans and screams echoed in his ears as he found one of the cars. Mikami was pulling Near out of the back seat of his damaged automobile. Blood ran from a graze on his cheek, other wise they both looked alright.
“The damn driver was a scout.” He reported, “He didn’t think you were here.”
They left Near, who was still weak, by the car to search for the blond. They really didn’t know weather all this had been foolish or right.
Mikami didn’t see Near slowly get up and hobble to the older car. It seemed too quiet to him. And they were wasting time looking by the car that had blown up. The people in that would be dead or dieing. Not that he cared. He knew Mello hadn't been in that car. He reached the smoldering car. It was thrown on an odd angle from the motorcycle under it.
“Mello?” He said in his monotone mumble. He stood on his toes to get a better look inside of a blown out window. He could feel the burnt feathers from Mello's coat as well as bit's of metal, bone and blood.
His call was answered by an agonized groan. His eyes went wide for a brief moment, then relaxed into shear pain. Not his own but at the sight before him.
There lay Mello, sprawled face down over the front and back seats. His cloths ripped and smoldering, the scent of burning leather and flesh was unbearable. Near desperately called the other’s attention before he dug into the smoldering opening attempting his friends rescue.
His white tux was singeing as he pulled at Mello’s thick belt. He overlooked his own increasing discomfort as the hot metal around him burned his arms and back. All he wanted was to get his companion out of there.
At last, Matt and Mikami reached his side assisting Near in his unpleasant task.
When they got him out and laid him face up on the ground, all of them couldn’t help looking away for a second. The damage done to the young German was horrific.
His once beautiful face was now half marred by appallingly burned flesh. His left eye, now lash and brow less was closed shut, blood leaking from its corners. The damage didn’t stop at his face. The combination of welded leather and tissue continued down his body stopping at his scarred middle. The cut in his abdomen had re-opened bleeding fluently all over again. Bruises and cuts of all kinds covered his other half. And they weren’t sure but it looked like his right shoulder was dislocated.
“We have got to get help for him.” Near said suddenly with more emotion than usual “I’m feeling tens time more constructed than he is I’m sure.”
“What do we do about the cops?” Matt took off his goggles wiping his glazed eyes. He hung them around his neck out of his way. “We call them its bye, bye for us all.”
“Not necessarily.” Mikami muttered “If we just request an ambulance from a certain clinic and not call 911 then were good. Mello gets treatments with out the hassle of being treated at the jail. See?”
“I see.” Near toned back “Calling the local clinic will be 95% safer than any other options.”
“Yeah. We can’t take care of him ourselves. He’ll need some proper medical attention for wounds this bad.” Matt’s voice was husky with mixed emotions. His shaggy red hair covered his eyes as he fell into deep concentration.
An awkward silence passed between them as they contemplated their plan.
“Better call soon.” Near said holding Mello’s hand in his own. He could feel Mel’s weak pulse and his breath was coming in deep gasps. he was trying to live. “If he smothers on the smoke he inhaled it will be too late for anything.”
“O.K., Near. We get it.” Matt bitterly snapped, wrenching out his cell phone and walking a few feet from the den of the blaze.
“Never mind him.” Mikami pulled his coat off and fastened it around the injured half of the malled boy’s face and body. “He’s just full of emotions is all. I’ll bet his head is swimming with different thoughts and concerns.”
“I may be terrible with emotions but I think I can understand what he feels at times like these.” Near looked at the frustrated Italian teen, who was trying to give the ambulance their location. He was walking in circles, one of his nervous habits, chewing an unlit cigarette. When his cell lost the signal he started yelling in his native language shaking his phone and gritting his teeth in anger.
Nears eyes became slits as he contemplated Matt’s stupidity level. He knew better since the red head had ranked third at the school for geniuses. And he could have gone higher if he had really worked at it. He was smart enough to even surpass both he and Mello but his negligent nature put it all on hold. Conclusion: Matt would never grow up. He didn’t want to become the next L. So he gave 75% of himself to games, the rest was divided among the rest. Stupid.
His gaze strayed back to the hurt male. It was then the albino realized something besides the side of his face missing.
