Your fingers shook as you gingerly plucked out the bullets with the tweezer, not meeting the blond's eyes that were surely boring holes through you as you tended to his wounds.

Never did you think that you'd see a bloodied Mello turn up on your doorstep. In fact - you never thought you'd see the explosive blond after your days in Wammy's then impulsively following him and Matt on his quest to stop Kira. You didn't even know why you did it. You weren't anything more than a brain skilled at medicine and a really good stress relief after the idiots in the Mafia pissed him off. You didn't even matter much to be given the title of lover and you'd accepted that. You'd love the blond enough for the both of you.

Apparently that love wasn't enough to stop Mello from going off and catching Kira in Japan, leaving you alone. You'd gotten news from Near that he'd died, which shattered you but you had moved on, getting yourself a degree in medicine, filling the void the blond had left with putting yourself in your work.

So why was a supposed dead man and his friend here on your doorstep? Why did you let them in and tend to them, to let them use you just once more? Did you actually mean something? So many questions... but you were too frightened to ask.