A/N- Hello. This is a strange idea I've been toying with for a while. It's...Yami's  POV. Heh...my spur of the moment angst stuff. And always at one in the morning, too... But anyway, I decided for first POV mainly because most of my other stuff is in third person. Well, that and the fact that Seto was getting extremely annoyed that I targeted him in both The Sorrow Trilogy and in Run With Me. So now it's everyone's favorite angstified pharaoh. And he's having some linguistics problems...  *Thoughts are in italics*

Disclaimer- You see those people over there? The ones that can sue me? Yeah? Everything except the plot belongs to them.

Miracle

There was nothing else I could do except watch him breathe. It gave me a sense of security, knowing he was still alive. But then, it also caused me endless moments of panic...

Up, damn it! You're not one to give in so easily! My hand was moving towards the emergency button by the side of his hospital bed when he took a sudden sharp intake of air. Suppressing my own sigh of relief, I went back to watching his chest move. It felt as if my concentration was the only thing keeping it going. My head ached from focusing so hard, but the silly fear wouldn't release me from its grasp. It was foolish. After all, I knew better than to think my staring would keep his lungs and heart working. But still...

"You know we're all here, don't you?" I asked him. The only response I got was the slow beeping of his heart monitor and the slight hiss of air coming from the oxygen mask placed over his face in an attempt to ease his breathing. "None of us have left the hospital but Ryou. He's been running errands and making sure the rest of us have been taking care of ourselves. He's a Godsend... They wouldn't even be letting us in to see you if it weren't for his influence. They wanted to keep you isolated, but he shed a few tears, gave them some convincing arguments, and dropped some important names, so we're all now allowed in one at a time, not just family..."

I stopped my rambling before it got any more morbid. He still didn't move. If I weren't watching his chest, I would almost think he was... My train of thought broke off abruptly. I was quickly becoming exasperated with myself – I couldn't even think the word. It was as if my subconscious was telling me that the very thought would make it a reality. So much for being the calm sensible one...

"Do you know anything that's been happening so far?" I wondered out loud, trying to distract myself. "The doctors don't know if you can hear us or not. They thought it might help if we talked to you." At least, Tea had said that they think so. "I sure hope you can hear us, because you have to know that we won't leave you alone. We're not going to let you go, Yugi."

He gave no indication of having heard my words or of having any knowledge that I was there – his body lay still as a corpse, only his chest rising with his uneven breathing. I blinked back the tears that were threatening the edges of my eyes. "It's frustrating. I don't think I know much more than you do." I irritably shoved back the strand of blond hair that hung between my eyes. The tears were insisting on coming now. Certainly it was due to the hairs blowing into my eyes and making them water, wasn't it? After all, there was nothing to cry about. Ryou and Tea had told us that the doctors said he'd recover just fine. I didn't like how still and pale Yugi was, but the doctors obviously knew their business if they were in charge of a hospital this size.

As if on cue, several doctors walking by stopped outside the closed door, just visible through the large window in the door that let in light but was not made to be seen out of. I could hear them jabbering in English and cursed myself yet again for not paying attention to my books. Of course, I had brushed up on necessary phrases over the months, but I wasn't expecting to need medical terms. As it was, only Ryou and Tea were fluent in English. Tristan and I both could struggle along to an extent, but Joey didn't speak a word of it. Ryou and Tea had to translate anything the doctors said, and I had the distinct feeling that they weren't telling everything. They spoke too slowly, and talked to each other in English too often. Surely things aren't as bad as all that? The doctors know what they're talking about. Besides, it's impossible to keep one of us out for long.

"You know, it's funny how things work out," I sighed audibly, kicking at the backpack that I had put by my feet when I sat down. "I thought everything was going to be okay after we defeated Pegasus. I really thought it would." I brushed my hand through my hair, trying to keep it out of my eyes. Those involuntary pricks of water were suddenly harder to blink away...

"You know, Yugi, I wish you'd wake up soon. Regardless of what the doctors say, everyone's really torn up over this. Tea is especially upset. You know, you getting sick right after her cat died... not that you're going to do that or anything!" I added hastily, not wanting to give him ideas – just in case. "It's a lot of stress for him right now. Joey's pretty upset too. He seems to feel like there was something he could have done. You know him – he has to be actively fighting before he feels like he's doing something."

Actually, Ryou and Tea were the ones that had been driving me crazy the last few days. They kept murmuring to each other in English, usually with Yugi's name. I kept hearing them say he needed something, but the something wasn't in my reasonably limited English vocabulary. Whenever I asked them what it was and what I could do, they just smiled in that way that made my heart twist painfully and told me to go sit with him or to go get something to eat. Damn it, why didn't they just get whatever it was and be done with it? Surely we could find anything we put our minds to!

A faint breeze stirred the curtains in front of the open window. I stood up and went over to the window, letting the warm sunshine pour onto my tired face. It was midmorning, and even through the city haze, the light was strong and pleasant. I looked back to the still body lying on the hospital bed, willing him to wake up and share the sunshine with me, feel the cool breeze that hinted at autumn. He didn't move. I sighed yet again as I dropped the curtain and returned to my seat by his bed. The room seemed dark, suddenly, even with the white walls and glaring lights.

For the thousandth time, I picked up the big medical dictionary from my bag and flipped through it. I read through the description of symptoms again, though I had it memorized by now and had seen most of them in action when Yugi collapsed. Dizziness, flushed skin, sweating, convulsions, rapid heart rate, hallucinations... The page also mentioned heart and lung failure, but that obviously couldn't have happened to him. Anyway, it had been a long time since Yugi had been in convulsions, and the once-flushed skin had become quite pale instead. His heart rate had slowed down to something somewhat slower than I had thought was quite right, but it was better than barely being able to keep up with the number of beats per minute. I still didn't like it, but any change from when we first brought him in would have to be an improvement, considering. Besides, the doctors would tell us if anything were wrong.

Footsteps stopped outside again, and this time I could see two figures silhouetted against the glass of the door. When one spoke I knew that they were Tea and Ryou. I could tell Ryou was upset, his voice ragged and rough. He was asking Tea a question in English, and she answered in a tearful voice with the same phrase I had been hearing since we got here. "He needs..." I couldn't understand the last word. Growling under my breath, I dug back into my bag and pulled out another book – a comprehensive Japanese-English dictionary. I was going to find out what that cursed word meant.

I flipped through the pages slowly, trying to match up the unfamiliar sounds. I came close to giving up in frustration more than once. How did Americans stand words that sounded nothing like how they were spelled?

Finally, I found the word that I was fairly sure was the proper one.

I could feel my eyes widen, and the book dropped out of my limp hand with a muffled thud.

Oh.

I think that the world fell out from under me in that moment.

I sat there for some time, blinking as everything that I had been told was suddenly proven quite false after all. I slowly leaned against the side table by Yugi's bed and buried my head in my arms, letting the hot tears fall freely for the first time.

Miracle- (n) kiseki

~Owari~

A/N- Yeah... It started out so innocent(Not really...) and look how it ended up... But that's probably just me. So...did you like it? Did you hate it? Do you want help in taking over the world? Do you want to tell me? If you do, click the little blue button in the lower left hand corner of this page. You should try it. It's fun.