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[Mel cajoled her way into getting out of bed long enough to at least take a shower, so she could stop feeling so fucking grubby. As she washes her hair, she thinks that what she needs is information. She stayed in the room all last night; she's stubborn, but she really doesn't want Mail to worry. Surely by now Ryuzaki or someone has figured it out, right? Surely she'll make it to the kitchen, and there N will be, making tea, terse and snarky as ever. She's drying her hair, slowly and shakily, and trying to think of the joke she can make when she sees him again, when her vision goes narrow and fuzzy and her hands go tingly, and she stumbles against the door and slides down against it to slump on the tiles only partly voluntarily.]

Date: 2008-07-31 05:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Mail, of course, has been beside himself with worry. He loves and cares about Mel, but he also understands she needs her freedom as well. He doesn't think he's been that much of a annoyance, but he does know how stubborn she is and that, eventually, she'll stop listening to him. But, God, he can't help but feel so helpless and scared. Ever since they've stumbled across N, Mail can't help but cast concerned glances in her direction every few minutes, as if he were afraid she would drop dead at any moment.

He was thinking about that now, of course. Sitting on the window seat and staring out at fake-Winchester, occasionally looking to the bathroom door and listening closely for movement to make sure Mel was still alright. Eventually, the clock on the mp3 player informs him that she's been in there for an hour. He hasn't bothered her for that time, but he figures a checkup is due and so unfurls his long legs, moving over to knock twice on the bathroom door - though he doesn't open it out of respect for her privacy.]

Mel? Are you alright? You've been in there for over an hour.

Date: 2008-07-31 05:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She does not want Mail to know she almost fainted, but she suspects she might go over for real if she tries to stand up, even though she's been sitting here for long enough that she's lost track of time. She shivers, tugging the bathrobe she's wrapped in tighter around herself, and inches forward enough that he can open the door.*

'm OK. I just... You can come in.

*And she braces for a very worried boyfriend.*

Date: 2008-07-31 05:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
(Pink has been busy. He's been walking the Mansion all day and night, finding people's rooms to make sure they're all right, especially after hearing about Near. He doesn't need the sleep, really, and he figures it'd be nice to let Lex sleep for once. Besides... this was somewhat of an unpleasant distraction from the nightmares.

As he walks along this particular hallway, he vaguely remembers that Mel had a room here, and so he decides to look for her. Once he reaches the room, he knocks, and calls:)

Mel? Are you in there...?

(As he waits for an answer, he rubs at his eyes, which have deep, purple circles under them, much darker and ugly than usual.)

Date: 2008-07-31 06:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Mail has his hand on the doorknob right as he hears Pink. Politely, he turns to address him first.]

One minute, L.

[Then he opens the door and peeks in, and instantly his expression takes on a worried look. He enters completely, and moves to kneel by her side, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead.] Shit. Mel, what happened?

Date: 2008-07-31 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*Reaching for him*

I'm sorry- I'm just woozy, and I had to sit down for a minute... Please don't worry...

Is that Pink L?

Date: 2008-07-31 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
(L nods.)

All right.

(He can't help but look over, however, and though he does stay where he is, not coming all the way into the room, he looks worried.)

Yes, it's me.
Is she okay?

Date: 2008-07-31 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Mail moves to cradle her head in his lap, trying to get her more comfortable.] Do you feel nauseous? [His hand on her forehead moves to her cheeks, and he cusses quietly.] Fuck. You still have that fever... I'll get you a cool cloth in a bit. Can I move you to the bed or are you going to be sick?

[He turns back to look at L over his shoulder.]
You can come in.
And I'm not sure. [He doesn't even try to mask to worry in his voice.]

Date: 2008-07-31 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She curls up, almost into fetal position, and tries to hang onto him with numb fingers.*

'm not- gonna be sick, I- Yeah. Bed's good. Tell L- 's OK...

Date: 2008-07-31 06:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
(His worried expression deepens, and he steps inside almost as soon as Mail tells him it's all right. He quickly moves over to them and crouches, frowning.)

I came by to check if she was all right, but it doesn't seem to be that way.
Here... let me help. You take her to the bed, and I'll find a washcloth?

(He reaches to touch her forehead, and then sighs, mumbling as he stands up.)

Date: 2008-07-31 06:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks L. [He gently picks her up bridal-style and moves to the bed, being careful not to jostle her too much as he makes his way over and sets her down.]

Do you want to sit up or lay down? [He asks, grabbing the pillows to help get her comfortable.]

Date: 2008-07-31 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She lets her head fall against his shoulder when he picks her up, and tries not to shiver and worry him any more.*

Sit up, please... *She hesitates a moment before reaching out to briefly touch his hair.* Mail- 'm gonna be all right.

L... What happened to Ryuzaki?

Date: 2008-07-31 06:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
(He's wetting a washcloth with cold water as he replies.)

Oh. Well, he's sick, as well. I'm talking about the one who's with Misa. Anyway, he has a fluctuating fever, and he's been bed-ridden for a few days, now.

(He takes the washcloth to the bed, and offers it to Mail, letting him take on the concerned boyfriend role. L chooses to sit, knees curled to his chest, at the edge of the bed, watching Mel with a concerned look.)

You don't seem to be as sick as him, so I wouldn't worry too badly about you. Mail is doing an excellent job of taking care of you, that is plain to see.

(He sighs, and stares at the ground.)
Ryuuzaki, though...

(For a moment, he's quiet, and then he looks back to Mel and Mail.)
What else has happened to you two?
Anything out of the ordinary?

Date: 2008-07-31 06:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Mail arranges the pillows and gently sets her against the headboard. When she touches his hair, he looks at her, obviously concerned, and sighs softly, leaning in to whisper.] I know, Mel. I just- I don't know what I'd do without you.

How long has Ryuzaki been sick? [Mail accepts the cloth with a soft 'thank you', gently washing Mel's cheeks and neck with it before placing it to her forehead.]

It would be easier if I could keep her in bed. I can't keep my eyes off her for two minutes. [He smiles weakly, trying to lighten the mood.]

If there's anything I can do for Ryuzaki, feel free to let me know, L. [Just to let the man know the offer is there.]

Does anything 'ordinary' ever happen here? [Another little smile, but he'll let Mel answer those questions.]

Date: 2008-07-31 07:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She whispers back* You'll never have to find out- I promised-

Mail. Y'know I have to do something. When I'm- *"scared" is the word she cuts off here*

*She looks over at L and frowns, but deals with the question instead of pressing.* Little Mello- he came in here and. Thought he saw his mom in the mirror. And the lights. *makes a "pop!" gesture with one hand* Red thought- a ghost? I told Ryuzaki... the one with Misa. *frowns again* Which do you mean? By the other?

Date: 2008-07-31 07:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
(He glances away when they whisper to each other, out of respect for privacy, but looks back when they address him again.)

Ryuuzaki, the one who's with Misa, that's how I refer to him as, has been sick for a while. A week, maybe? Maybe two. I can't be sure.

And thank you, Mail, I'll keep that in mind.
(He gives Mail a quick smile, then returns to his weary expression as he continues.)

Mel... I know you're restless, but Mail is right, you really should rest. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, and I'm sure Mail would want it less than I. Be careful, all right?
We don't need anyone else to... well.

(He cuts himself off, so he won't scare them, and then runs his hand through his hair distractedly.)

A ghost, hmm? I suppose that may be a decent explanation.
As for the younger Mello, I don't know him well. He doesn't do things like that often, does he?

(He's starting to sound as exhausted as he feels, but he's ignoring it.)
Don't overdo it, Mel. If you can't talk, please don't force it.

Date: 2008-07-31 07:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Mail is silent as he thinks, trying to remember how long N was sick for...]

You're welcome, L. [He returns the smile, though he also looks tired.]

If you're that restless, Mel, I'll go to the library and find more texts so we can practice. [It's a weak offer, but it would give them both something to do while Mel's recuperating. But when L says 'anyone else to', Mail's expression turns grim. He doesn't respond to that, though.]

No. It was... odd. And when he touched the mirror, it appeared as if it were liquid - like his hand was going to go right through.

Date: 2008-07-31 07:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She nods to Mail.* 'kay. I do need to practice...

*turning back to L* Oh, I was confused- It's been- more than a week? Since I got sick.

...I already saw what happened. To N. I mean... blind Near. He's. *shaky breath, decides not to modify that tense* He's my friend. I'll be careful, but I hafta find out why.

*She glances over at Mail and hopes he'll understand, though she will try to stay here.*

I don't know that Mello too well, but, no. He usually seemed- Normal. *she nods at Mail's description* Yeah, it rippled. For a second. Oh, and our door closed itself before.

I can talk fine. I just hafta think more first. *wry little smile* L... are you OK?

Date: 2008-07-31 07:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
(He shrugs a little.)

Like I said, I can't be sure. To be honest, my sense of time has been tweaked lately. It could be less, it could be more.

... I didn't... I didn't see it. But I did hear about it. And though he wa-- isn't my friend, it doesn't matter. He's a good person. We're trying. The people who are still well are trying to find out what's going on.

(He frowns at this description.)
It... rippled? That's... strange. I should tell Ryuuzaki about that.
I hope the boy is all right. I wouldn't want him to fall through the mirrorrrraagh--

(He can't stifle the huge yawn, here, and he covers his mouth hurriedly, blinking. He gives the two an apologetic smile.)

I'm... fine. A bit dazed, a little tired. Had a few nightmares lately.
I'll be okay, though. I'm not the one with the fever.

Date: 2008-08-01 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Mail sighs softly, and runs a hand through his now-black hair. He should have known Mel wasn't going to stay in bed and recover peacefully without a fight...]

It might be due to stress, L. [He offers weakly, there's not really much he can say, being one of the few present who wasn't a genius.]

Date: 2008-08-01 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She gives Mail a little shrug. It seems perfectly clear to her that if she can get up and help at all, she has to.*

D'you know any more, L?

Yeah, it- You don't think that could happen? Falling through-?

*peers at L* You should be resting too.

Date: 2008-08-01 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Might be stress. Probably is.

(He sighs, and then smiles at them.)

I'm fine, don't worry. Worry about yourselves.
But no... I don't know much more. It might be possible for the boy to fall through, I don't know. I wouldn't put it past this place.

Try to stay away from any green slime, or... green things. Stay in here as much as possible.

Date: 2008-08-01 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[And Mail will shadow her with a constant disapproving scowl. Maybe try to drag her back if possible.]

...B? [Curious blink, he hasn't heard much of them.]

I don't know if he's staying with anyone. I assume he is, and I'm sure they'll take care of him.

That's. Um. When Mello came in, there was smile all over the bathroom and floor...

Date: 2008-08-01 02:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*also gives L a curious look - doesn't know about any of that!*

I thought one of the Ls was watching him? ...I don't like how this whole damn place is, like. Booby-trapped, lately.

*looks at Mail with concern, knowing he dealt with the slime more than she did* That's... how it spreads, isn't it?

Date: 2008-08-01 02:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
... No, not... not the B who...
I mean my B, the one I... love. From before.
I don't know if either of you were around to meet him, but.

(He runs his hand through his hair in a distracted sort of way, but forces himself to pay attention.)

Right... right, I'm not sure.
The slime does seem to be a big cause of this. I've only seen it once, in the hallways. I've avoided it, so far, but it seems to be everywhere the sickness is.

Date: 2008-08-02 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I... haven't met many Bs, so probably not.

We only know how that the slime is somehow associated with the illness, but not how it spreads. Are there any working theories on that?

Date: 2008-08-02 03:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She shakes her head to indicate she never met him, not wanting to tackle the rest now.*

We saw the slime, right before... little Mello, right?

*She can't believe she hasn't thought of this until now, and it drives her nuts that she didn't know N was sick enough to need them.*
Oh! Tell Ryuzaki! The War Room, and the talismans. If people get there in time...

Date: 2008-08-03 04:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
No... I'm not sure how it spreads.
Something or... someone is spreading it, perhaps.

(He blinks.)

Oh, the War Room. That may work.
The tailismans...?

Date: 2008-08-03 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Or the mansion...

I'm not sure about the War Room, but there's a room with twelve talismans that hold special properties. The one with the horse on it cured my cancer. I wanted to try it on Mel to see if it would help her, but she won't let me. [Why yes, Mail is tattling on Mel.]

Date: 2008-08-03 10:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I still think it got tired- of us avoiding bad rooms.

*She rolls her eyes, but affectionately.* I don't want to call attention to it, y'know? I don't think the Assistant would like how easy it is. An' I'm not sure it'll fix... weird things like this.


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