[ backdated to week 14, day 5 | video]
[The feed cuts on as the Hitomi hits the floor. It's indoors, that much is for certain, and the black leather pants you all get a nice view of step hurriedly to what might be a makeshift bed. Mello drops to his knees, though from the angle of the feed his face still isn't visible, and he stares at the figure on the bed. Not much can be seen so far. But there's an edge of panic to his voice as he reaches out to the figure. Tentative. Disbelieving.]
Matt...?
[He grabs the other young man there, grabs him by the shoulder and shakes him, a mop of reddish brown hair coming into view. And blood. An arm shifting into view, obviously broken, more blood. Oh God, no. No. Not him. Not him--!]
Matt! Quit screwing around, wake the hell up-!
[Anger, despite the panic. Mello stops shaking him, reaches down to where his neck might be. Waits. Hopes, prays for a pulse. Listening in tense, frightful silence for any hint of breathing. A minute later, he rises to his feet, but even from this angle, there is resignation in his movements. He walks out, slowly. The Hitomi's feed cuts out after a few more moments of a silent room as it follows its owner.]
Matt...?
[He grabs the other young man there, grabs him by the shoulder and shakes him, a mop of reddish brown hair coming into view. And blood. An arm shifting into view, obviously broken, more blood. Oh God, no. No. Not him. Not him--!]
Matt! Quit screwing around, wake the hell up-!
[Anger, despite the panic. Mello stops shaking him, reaches down to where his neck might be. Waits. Hopes, prays for a pulse. Listening in tense, frightful silence for any hint of breathing. A minute later, he rises to his feet, but even from this angle, there is resignation in his movements. He walks out, slowly. The Hitomi's feed cuts out after a few more moments of a silent room as it follows its owner.]