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AN: nothing much to say... other thank a thank you to my reviewers XD Best response I've gotten in a while *is that a hint I should chop my chapters up? :(*

Suggested Listening: Misery Loves Its Company by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Interlude: Part Two

Matt had indeed been discovered in Mello's room, and had gotten into a whole bunch of trouble. He didn't particularly care. Though, at the very least, he had been told he could visit again so long as he took the proper precautions because of the burns.

Matt knew that it wouldn't matter all that much in the long run as Mello would be in much more danger from what he was planning.

He had managed to get his hands on a laptop for a little while, as he had pulled the injured child card which had sadly worked too effectively, and had stolen himself some money and used it to buy six plane tickets.

Two going to Berlin, three to France and one headed for New Zealand.

The three of them were going to none of those places. While Matt would love to just jump on a plane, there was no way airport security would let them by, not when at least one of them looked like the walking dead.

The first thing he had done with the procured laptop had been to hack the hospital's database and find out Near's condition, as well as Mello's. He had been shocked to find out what had happened to the albino.

Near had been on the stairs when the fire had caused the windows to shatter from the pressure and had been bombarded with glass shards. Matt had missed it because Mello's dead weight had sent them tumbling down the steps.

Near had gotten pretty cut up, the blood that Matt had seen in his daze, but the cuts would heal. His left eye however... would not. Shards of glass had been embedded so deep into the eye itself that it had to be removed.

Mello was seriously burned and Near was missing an eye; Matt counted himself lucky with his small amount of injuries.

But it made escaping a problem as conventional means were generally out.

That didn't mean that he hadn't found a way out. He had, but Mello would never know of it, Near either, if he could help it, as the end result would end in Matt having to kill someone if things went as planned.

The need for complete secrecy was a must, and the person he'd 'hired' would easily sell them out for more money; which was why Matt had known he would get them out of there.

Being a hacker, even at his young age, had gotten him some friends in the business.

The idiot had attempted to hack into something he shouldn't have and had caught Matt's attention. In return for keeping silent he'd gotten a favor from the man that he hadn't used, until about three hours ago when he'd contacted the man.

Matt had told the man he needed him to drive three children, after picking them up from the hospital, out of England. That was as far as Matt had gotten plan wise. He hoped Mello would be awake by then, because Matt knew he needed help.

He had also set up a bank account, which he was siphoning money into, for them to use. Things would be difficult for a while, and he needed a lot of money quickly. It needed to last them a while as he was sure L would find out they were alive, and when he did he would be on the alert for hackers, assuming Matt was still doing so. He didn't want to get caught because they needed money. Better to do it while still at the hospital, and hopefully when L followed the trail to them, they wouldn't be there any more.

If things went well that is.

A soft groan caught his attention making him glance over to his left. Mello's eyes fluttered softly a few times before going still. He sighed, and only when he went to stare at the wall again did they open. Blue eyes were unfocused and lazy in their wandering.

They must have kept him on the good stuff, though Mello would have to do without it while on the road... they would have to do without a lot of things while on the road. Because they wouldn't really be on the run until they had gotten out of here, out of England.

If they could make it that far, then they had a chance.

Matt's heart rate increased as Mello's eyes locked onto him. "Mat..t...?" the blond's voice was nothing more than a chipped whisper, gravelly in sound and painful to listen to.

He was by Mello's side in an instant. "Hey Mello." he said softly. He didn't want the nurses and doctors to rush in there just yet.

"I'm getting us out of here soon. Ok?" he knew Mello probably had more pressing things he wanted to know, even through the fog of his meds, but there would be time for that later.

Mello gave him a weak, slightly pained, smile and though his eyes said he wanted to stay awake, they slipped shut not too long after. He was utterly exhausted. Matt let go of the hand he'd unconsciously grabbed and sank back into the chair.

He hated seeing Mello so weak. So injured. He hated L for doing this.

He stared at the blond for a short while longer before he just couldn't stand to look at him anymore and had to leave the room. He needed air. He really needed air.

He practically ran out the doors of the hospital, despite the sharp pains his knee threw at him. He took deep breaths and wished things hadn't fallen so far so quickly. He never should have told them... he never should have even looked into it, if he hadn't then Mello wouldn't be-

"Here, you look like you could use one." a voice off to his right called, a hand outstretched. He eyed the object for a moment before taking it. He knew what it was, and doubted it would be helpful, and would probably aggravate his already abused lungs...knew what those things could do to a person...

And yet he still took a slow drag, careful not to choke on it. The taste was bitter and almost nasty, but as the drug hit his system he felt his frazzled nerves slowly calming and the coiled tension unwinding.

He exhaled deeply and turned to meet the old man's surprised stare. "Not bad." the man told him with a smile. He had obviously only given him one to see him choke on it. His loss.

Matt knew, with certainty, that he would need a lot more of those to get through the next few days. The next few months... and however long afterwards as Mello and Near recovered. He knew, as he took his second drag, that should he continue it would probably become an addiction strong enough to rival that of his games.

But, Matt supposed, there were far worse things to get addicted to. And he needed something to get him through until Mello was able to take charge, because Matt was out of his league, at least for now, and he knew it.

-End part 2-

AN: So i'm sure you all know what Matt has taken a liking too... next chapter... TIME SKIP. Yay? about five years, but not quite. You know I never like to give you ALL the details at once… I'm evil like that.

(as for the plane tickets, as ive had questions about my sanity from it, they are misdirections for L. It would be easy for someone like Matt to procure passports and doccuments for him, Mello and Near and L would know that and look for children traveling from the country)