Mello practically shoved his badge in the face of the security guard trying to stop him, slipping under the caution tape to go look, feeling as if everything was moving in slow motion. He was numb, breathing too fast, but otherwise looking strangely calm as he walked up to the body bag to catch a glimpse of the face just before it was zipped up. It was a face he knew so well-- too pale, too still. It didn't look anything like Nakago, not anymore.
The body was moved away and he stared at the bloodstains on the carpet, ignoring the questions of people wanting to know what he was doing here, ignoring the hands trying to pull him away.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2011-07-19 05:02 am (UTC)The body was moved away and he stared at the bloodstains on the carpet, ignoring the questions of people wanting to know what he was doing here, ignoring the hands trying to pull him away.