25th Blast || Mello || [In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello's in the safe house, wrapped up and struggling to breathe just like everyone else, with one difference. He can't move his shoulder without bringing a wave of excruciating, nauseating pain. He's trying to hide this but the constant pain in his shoulder is getting to be a bit much.

The explosion that left a good fourth of his body covered in third degree burns destroyed much of the tissue of Mello's left shoulder. Ever since then it had been wracked with pain. He got used to it and rehabilitated himself. But the cold that was one thing that brought out the pain like nothing else. Ironically in the cold it throbbed and burned like it had when the wound was fresh but it felt like it was coming from the inside out rather than from some external force.

By today, Friday, it had gotten to the point that Mello is trying not to move any part of his aching left side. He is considering immobilizing his arm somehow but can't think of how to do it without drawing attention to his predicament. So instead he sits, a look of agony crossing his face every so often that he scowls away.]

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[In Person]

[scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com]

[Black Jack soon noticed Mello skulking in the corner, so he approached him..]

How long has it been hurting? Your shoulder, I mean

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello grimaces]

That obvious, huh?

[In Person]

[scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com]

[Black Jack just reaches into his over coat pocket, and pulls out a small needle in a sealed packet]

This is a painkiller, stronger than over the counter stuff, but not strong enough to knock you out. I only have a few, but it looks like you need it

[In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Don't waste it on me, I'm a big boy I can handle a little pain.

[He says this and struggles to sit up, cradling his left shoulder with his right hand and trying not to wince with every fibre of his being]

[In Person]

[scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com]

[Black Jack's too cold to argue, and he has Hatori to worry about. So, he reaches forward and puts the painkiller down beside Mello]

I'll leave it with you. Take it, don't take it. Your choice.

[With that, he turns to head towards where the food's being kept]

[silent-childvi.livejournal.com]

[Ienzo having grown restless has been wandering around the safehouse, mostly to get a feel for the place, when he spots the blonde out of the corner of his eye. His brows draw as he approaches the other.

He sits in front of him and tilts his head, 'What's wrong?']

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello stares at the little creeper, if he didn't feel like he was going to vomit and pass out every time he moved he would have probably cursed at the squirt and walked away. As it is though he can just stare unimpressedly back at him]

What the Hell do you want?

[silent-childvi.livejournal.com]

[Ienzo's head jerks back at the sudden rudeness, but if he really is in pain then he can understand that much. The boy glances back at him as he pads off, only to return shortly after with a small mug of hot chocolate, though it seems to have the thickness of tar.

He pushes it in front of the other, knowing it won't do much else than hopefully improve his mood - after all, cocoa ingestion produces endorphins.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Good, go away, you tiny weirdo. Mello closes his eyes for a moment but soon there's that horrible feeling of someone standing near him, watching him, standing over him. And Mello's blue eyes shoot opened. He's about to tell off the kid when he sees the hot chocolate.

Chocolate.

He's been downing the stuff like water since he got to the safe house as it's the only chocolate in the entirety of the replica Pripyat. Carefully he accepts the cocoa with his right hand, easing himself into a proper sitting position. He says nothing as he takes a sip, expecting Ienzo to run off.]

[silent-childvi.livejournal.com]

[Ienzo's brows furrow, he's trying to think what could be causing his left side so much pain. He would say a stroke, but his face isn't drooping, so thankfully he can rule that one out.

He folds his arms and gives him a scruitinous look, trying to work out what could be causing it. Or at least how he could fix it, if at all. Maybe he should bring someone else over who has a better medical knowledge than himself?]

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

You look like shit.

[Blunt Heather is blunt.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello would flip her off but moving at all seems like a terrible idea. So instead he gives her the dirtiest look possible]

Like you're a fucking beauty queen.

[No, it's not much of a retort but leave him alone he doesn't feel well, okay!?]

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

At least I have full control over all of my limbs.

[She wants to just storm off but the guy seems to be in serious pain here. And while he's a jerk, he's still a human being, and a pretty non-creepy one at that.]

There anything I can bring to help?

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

I have full control I'm just choosing not to use one.

[He glares at her as he considers her offer.]

If you've got access to enough pain killers to knock out a goddamn rhino I'd be game. Other than that chocolate.

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

[She reaches under her coat to search her vest pockets.] I've got two super-expired bottles of aspirin. Or what I think is aspirin. Hard to tell with the Russian labels. Might be better than nothing... or it might kill you.

[9th-pirate-lord.livejournal.com]

[Jack's stumbling around wearing the furs he took from a store he "raided". He sees the lone figure in the corner and stops.]

Oi, what's you doing there all by your lonesome?

[He hasn't lowered himself just yet to take a better look. It was relatively dark and his eyes hadn't quite adjusted to the dark just yet from his time in front of the fire.]

Might not be so good sitting there in the cold, eh?

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello glares up at him]

I'm not that far away from the fire, I'm fine.

[He's resisting commenting on the walking fashion disaster that is Jack's current choice of wardrobe. And...it's not working]

What the Hell are you wearing?

[9th-pirate-lord.livejournal.com]

Furs. I'm more acclimated to warm climates and this place is too bloody cold. Gotta get what I can get, mate.

[He grins even though the point wasn't really about making a fashion statement of any kind but keeping warm was his priority.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

["Subtle" is rarely a word one could apply to Mello's wardrobe, which just goes to show how extreme Jack's is at the moment.]

You look like a goddamn Yeti. Fur isn't supposed to make you look like an animal it's supposed to accent what you're wearing.

[9th-pirate-lord.livejournal.com]

In this case, I'll sacrifice fashion for function. Begging pardon that I didn't have the time to find a seamstress, your highness.

[He removes his hat and gives a sweeping bow. It's certainly mocking but he wasn't insulted. He figured that playing along with the banter was better than getting into an argument over it. Now whether or not that Mello would take kindly to this was another matter entirely.]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[He fucking hates feeling helpless. Fortunately, there are few things he feels helpless about. But Mello is one of them. Namely, Mello's pain.

He stays close to the blond, saying nothing. Silent but supportive.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello sits in one of the arm chairs, trying to position his ailing shoulder. He sees what Matt's doing]

Get over it, I'm fine.

[He's not that convincing]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[More silence.

Until Matt moves. Not that he's actually going anywhere. It starts with the vest, unzipped and tossed across Mello's lap.

And he's tugging his shirt off next, exposing his own skin to the cold.

It's all he can do. All he knows.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

You'll freeze.

[Mello's not in the mood, he can barely move without substantial pain. But he wants to be near Matt]

Share your blankets with me.

[That's Mello code to get Matt to sit down with him, he can't even think the word "cuddle" but it's really what he wants in the cold and in pain. He just wants a little support.]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

So I'll freeze!

[Matt's voice was sharp, uncharacteristically angry. But it wasn't Mello that he was angry with.

He grows still for a moment, and then sits, carefully pulling Mello closer to him.]