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

[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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[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?]

[Mello drinks his hot cocoa and watches as Ienzo thinks about him. It's pretty obvious that that's what he's doing, especially to someone who's been trained to watch people and decode their actions. In fact there's something very Wammy-esque about how Ienzo watches him. After a few minutes Mello's starting to get a Steven King type vibe and tells him flat out]

See this scar?

[He points to it as if anyone could miss it. There are times when it's as if he can actually feel the scar. Not as if it was a part of him but rather something consuming him or at least cleaving to his flesh, large and ominous and overshadowing everything else about him.]

It goes down my side and it hurts in the cold weather.

[That's what's wrong with him now scram before you start telepathically making people kill themselves]

[Ienzo frowns and nods. He can understand that, scars may be flesh that has healed, but it'll always be permenantly damaged tissue. Though he's sure it is probably all kind of unnerving to be watched, he knows it himself. Though this one's heart smells familiar. Much like that Terra, a chaotic good as the term went.

How tragically poetic. He internally mused. He'd like to spend more time observing him, but he knows to truly get the best results it must be covert and unknown to the subject - Even always said that Ethics got in the way of /real/ science.

The boy nods and seems to take his leave, though Mello may find himself noticing his empty blue eyes watching him a lot from here on out.]

[Mello shivers a little, but not with the cold. He hates kids especially kids like -this- whose dead gaze reminds him far too much of Near]

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

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