You lie there motionless. The lows coming back again. L sat there gently brushing his skin fingers through your hair. He swallowed often, you could tell he was trying not to show his concern, but ended up failing miserably. With each stroke his hand shook more. He was petrified. Last time you had a low, you almost over dosed. But then, you had the highest high he's ever seen you have. Like you were back to normal. You laughed, you were smiling, not once did you even think about pills, but now… that’s all that ran through your head. Your boyfriend L, was there for you every step. He was being extra careful, taking breaks off of work, declining cases, and even stayed up at night when you needed to puke. His assistant Watari knocked and came in, he handed him two cups of light and sweet coffee, one for him and one for you. He sighed and sat in the chair next to L. Watari adjusted his glasses and spoke in a caring tone.

“They need serious help L. They need medication, at least an evaluation. Their gonna end up hurting themselves, or worse. They can’t keep-“ L cut him off his tone harsh

“You’re not sending them away to some ward where they gets sedated every minute! Th-their fine! Okay!? It’s just a rough spot right now..” Water clears his throat with a nod, then walks away.

L turns to you and gently kissed your cheek, whispering to you..

“Come on… sit up,” he whispers “you need to eat, take your vitamins, and get some sun, okay?”