One moment they were in a Japanese cop car, doing fifty or sixty an hour through what seemed to be deserted Tokyo-
And the next, Matt fell forward onto his hands and knees, dizzy as hell. Everything around him spun a few moments, and his stomach lurched before emptying onto the floor; he was barely used to Mello's driving when it didn't involve teleportation. This was just sick and wrong.
Amid his confusion, he caught Mello's faint words - all of them - and it barely sunk in at first that he'd been right; there really was still something wrong with Mello. Swallowing hard and trying to ignore the awful taste lingering in the back of his throat, Matt mentally noted that he needed to find out what the hell was going on with his friend - especially if the guy turned out to be his only true ally in the entire place.
When he finally managed to pull himself together, Matt blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. Somehow, his flashlight was still in his hand, and he clicked in on, shining it in front of him. Eugh - there was his vomit, amid a crazy mess of cereal covering the floor. A few metal cans were scattered across the surprisingly spacious room, and he could note shelving along the walls, food stacked on each shelf. Most of it was in disarray, and it was obvious that someone else had made it to the pantry before them.
Glancing to his side, Matt found the ladder; gripping the bottom rung tightly, he used it as leverage, to help pull himself to his knees. A small, startled gasp escaped him when he felt something crawl across the back of his hand, and he practically jumped to his feet, shaking his hand and reeling the other way, nearly bumping into Mello. "What the fuck-!"
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And the next, Matt fell forward onto his hands and knees, dizzy as hell. Everything around him spun a few moments, and his stomach lurched before emptying onto the floor; he was barely used to Mello's driving when it didn't involve teleportation. This was just sick and wrong.
Amid his confusion, he caught Mello's faint words - all of them - and it barely sunk in at first that he'd been right; there really was still something wrong with Mello. Swallowing hard and trying to ignore the awful taste lingering in the back of his throat, Matt mentally noted that he needed to find out what the hell was going on with his friend - especially if the guy turned out to be his only true ally in the entire place.
When he finally managed to pull himself together, Matt blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. Somehow, his flashlight was still in his hand, and he clicked in on, shining it in front of him. Eugh - there was his vomit, amid a crazy mess of cereal covering the floor. A few metal cans were scattered across the surprisingly spacious room, and he could note shelving along the walls, food stacked on each shelf. Most of it was in disarray, and it was obvious that someone else had made it to the pantry before them.
Glancing to his side, Matt found the ladder; gripping the bottom rung tightly, he used it as leverage, to help pull himself to his knees. A small, startled gasp escaped him when he felt something crawl across the back of his hand, and he practically jumped to his feet, shaking his hand and reeling the other way, nearly bumping into Mello. "What the fuck-!"