They were sitting there for hours upon hours, just waiting for the medicine to kick in.
2:46.
3:31.
4:18.
5:59.
6:07.
7:48.
8:36.
They were still there as the clock turned to 9:32. Ryou sighed, staring at the clock as Bakura scratched the top of his head, just about as confused as Ryou. The doctors (who had come in at 6:29; Ryou had looked at the clock when they came in, so he knew) were about as confused as they were, unsure if the Misoprostol was going to work at this rate.
"This is bizarre," Dr. Fujiwara said, flipping through a small stack of paper on a clipboard he was holding. "He should've gone into labor around four o' clock. Why hasn't it kicked in yet?"
Every other doctor standing around him shrugged their shoulders. It seemed that no one knew exactly why the baby wasn't coming at this point; it was just a mystery. After hours and hours of discussion, Dr. Fujiwara had yelled out his verdict.
"We'll keep him here until midnight! If he has not fallen into labor by then, we will send him home! Agreed?!", he yelled.
Everyone, including Ryou and Bakura, nodded. The doctors settled in a clump on Bakura's left side, with Ryou on the right, gripping his hand.
10:21.
Ryou tapped his finger on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. Bakura closed his eyes, somewhat tired. He glanced over at the clock; it was just about 10:30 at night. He was hoping the doctors would be able to send him home; he wasn't in the mood to:
a) Give birth to a baby.
or
b) Lay in a bed for hours or even days with a baby coming out of his ass.
11:17.
Ryou folded the cloth of the bottom of his sweater over itself again and again. He was still gripping Bakura's hand. He looked up from his lap as he heard Bakura whisper:
"How much longer?"
Ryou looked back at the clock to check the time again. "Thirty eight minutes," he whispered back.
Ryou heard Bakura groan.
11:59.
It was mere seconds until the clock chimed midnight. All the doctors and Ryou (Bakura was blocked from seeing the clock by his bedframe) watched the second hand on the clock go past each second mark around the edge of the circle.
13.
12.
11.
10.
9.
8.
7.
6.
5.
4.
3.
2...
Midnight.
"Well, since our patient has clearly not fallen into labor as of yet, we are obligated to send him home. Ryou Bakura, please take Yami Bakura to his house. You have another appointment exactly a week from now, at twelve in the afternoon. Good day," Dr. Fujiwara said as Ryou stood up.
"Why? Why didn't it work?", Ryou asked Bakura.
Bakura gripped onto Ryou's hand. "I'll go make you a coffee," Ryou said, standing and pulling his hand away from Bakura's. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
Bakura nodded. The second Ryou had walked into the kitchen, he put his head in his hands and began to sob.