Poor Bakura
This is agony, Bakura thought to himself, he has experienced all sorts of unimaginable pain and torture during his unnaturally long life but this was another thing entirely.
Fuck I would rather be repeatedly stabbed!
What he would give in order for his landlord to take a couple of those pills he has been swallowing down for the past few days. He was taking them when the pain wasn't all that bad but now that it is incredibly sore he has decided to stop? Instead his normally week host was lounging back on his couch watching the television like he didn't have a care in the world!
Could you believe that Ryou was actually more irritated by him that the excruciating pain that they were sharing? He had found this out when his usually agreeable and patient little friend cut him off, like literally cut him off! While Bakura was correcting the dull man talking a load of bullshit about things he would never understand, no matter how fancy a school he went to, his counterpart severed their mind link! Bakura was only trying to help Ryou learn.
Anyway would you like to know what this agonizing pain I am was referring to is? Ryou explained to him that it was toothache , particularly something to do with wisdom teeth. The dentist couldn't see them until Monday, it was currently Thursday. How was he supposed to cope with this for another four days?
In any other situation Bakura would force his pathetic light right out off his own body and take whatever it was that he so desired. In this instance what he wanted was nothing overly grand just some painkillers but Ryou had once explained to him that you could only have a certain amount in one day or it might cause some serious damage. As much as he wanted rid of the pain his landlord really would be no good to him if he was gravely ill or dead. So he decided to let his white haired counterpart be in charge of their medication.
As the constant ache in his ear, jaw and what felt like quite a few of his teeth was slowing driving the already insane Bakura crazy, he was almost tempted to to beg, pride be damned. As soon as he had finished that thought though he heard Ryou though through their bond. Fuck! He certainly had funny timing!
"You should have told me you were in pain, unfortunately I cannot take any more paracetamol for a few more hours but I could try something else."
Ryou then sat up and grabbed his iced tea off the coffee table and pressed the cool glass against his pale cheek.
Bakura growled at him before roaring through there mind link " I'm not fucking weak, I don't need any help for you!"
Suddenly the intense pain lessened quite dramatically and whilst he was still in a considerable amount of pain Bakura had to admit he appreciated the gesture, not that he would ever admit it or thank the irritating little brat.
"Try and get some sleep while it currently doesn't hurt so bad, once you are asleep you probably will not suffer as much since you wont be focusing on it." That sweet British accent was already relaxing him more than he would ever let on and with that Bakura retreated back into his own soul room and tried to rest.
Ryou sighed as he turned the glass around a little to get some more of the coldness onto his own throbbing jaw, he was in just as much pain and even though his grumpy yam didn't thank him he felt the gratefulness radiate off of him. With that he let himself enjoy a small smile and reclined back down in to his original position to continue watching his documentary.