"Bakura. Bakura, please. Get up. I need you to get up. Please. I know you're sick, but I need you to get up."

Bakura rolled over and fell right onto the floor. Ryou grabbed his hand, and gripped it tightly.

"Please. Get up and come with me."

"Ryou, I don't feel so good."

"I know. That's why I want you to come with me. I'm getting you help. You just need to come with me."

Bakura gripped Ryou's hand, just the same. With Ryou's help, he stood and followed his roommate to the car.

"RYOU!"

"Yeesh! Don't yell when I'm driving, Bakura!"

"Red light!"

Ryou put his foot on the brake, and the car stopped.

"Now, what is wrong?"

"It's a really stupid reason."

"You can be honest with me, Bakura. I rented out the room in your house about three years ago, now; we've been living together for almost three years."

Bakura sighed. "I'm starving."

Ryou sighed, and slammed his head on the dashboard. "You yelled at me for that?"

"I told you it was stupid, but you refused to listen to me." There was a pause before Bakura shouted, "Green light!"

Ryou put his foot on the gas pedal, and the car started moving again.

"Ryou, you're horrible at parallel parking. Just let me."

"No. You're sick. Really sick."

"What tells you that, Ryou?"

"You're gripping your stomach with your hand right now."

"Other than that, maybe?"

"Just get out of the car."

Bakura unbuckled his seatbelt, and put his feet on the asphalt. He stood up, but immediately fell to his knees. Ryou walked over to Bakura, and watched him prop himself up on the side of the car to stand.

"Bakura, what's wrong?"

"I don't know, Ryou. I don't know."

Ryou grabbed his hand, and helped him to his feet. "Remember the time I came down with measles? You worked so hard to nurse me back to health."

"Yeah. Thank Ra, you're still alive."

"We can talk about this later. In the meantime, let's get you inside."

Bakura began leaning on Ryou in order to stand. When they walked in, Ryou helped Bakura sit down as he signed him in. Bakura was gripping his stomach tightly; he felt like he was going to throw up. He put his hand over his mouth, and gagged slightly. He put his hand back down to his side as Ryou came over; he didn't want Ryou to see him like that.

Ryou put an arm around him. "Don't worry. We'll figure this out."

"Bakura?!"

Ryou stood up first. He grabbed Bakura's hand, and dragged him off to the doctor's office.

Bakura sat there next to Ryou. Ryou was rubbing the top of his right hand with the palm of his left hand. Bakura was just sitting there, trying to ignore the nausea he felt.

The doctor walked through the door, making Bakura grip onto Ryou's hand. "Which one of you is Bakura?", he asked.

Ryou pointed to Bakura, but Bakura slapped Ryou's hand and pointed at him, instead. They kept doing this again and again and again, until Ryou decided to shout, "He's the real Bakura!"

The doctor sighed, and put the information into the computer.

"Okay. Birthday?"

Bakura stayed silent. "October 25th," Ryou answered.

"Blood type?"

"AB."

"Okay. What's the issue?"

"He's been feeling nauseous quite a bit, but he can eat food. Of course, the exception comes with mornings; he can't keep food down then."

"Morning sickness? Not a good sign."

Bakura gagged, and ran right over to the trash can. He leaned down into it, and began puking. The doctor took a few steps back, while Ryou ran over to Bakura and held his lengthy hair back.

"You know, you could really do without a few inches of that hair," the doctor suggested.

Ryou gave the doctor a glare out of frustration, and turned back to Bakura. Bakura lifted his head out of the trash can, his mouth lined with saliva. The doctor handed Bakura a paper towel, and he cleaned his mouth.

"That was not pleasant. I think I'm going to be sick."

"Weren't you sick just now?", the doctor reminded him.

Bakura leaned back over into the trash can. Ryou sighed out of sympathy as Bakura came back up, and was handed another paper towel.

"While that doesn't settle the matter, that's one symptom with a check mark. Come with me, Bakura. Height and weight is absolutely necessary."

Bakura grabbed Ryou's hand to drag him off with him.

"So, he's 5' 7" tall, and he weighs 123 pounds and 8 ounces."

"Bakura, you weighed 114.6 almost two or three months ago."

The doctor slapped his thigh. "Just as I suspected."

Bakura and Ryou turned to him. "Bakura. Prepare to be expecting a baby by next year. You are pregnant."

Both the doctor and Ryou heard a loud thud. They looked at the ground as they saw Bakura on the floor, unconscious.