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Ryou let out a soft sound as he awoke to the familiar room of his soul room. With tired eyes, he let his gaze shift around the room without moving his head much, noting as a fact that for the one time he woke up after his sudden injury, Bakura was not by his side. Furrowing his eyes in confusion, Ryou gathered what little strength he had in his limbs and pushed himself into a sitting position on the bed, arms trembling with the effort to keep himself moving.
His arms gave out as his back finally fell against the pillows set up to help him sit up, and he let his eyes wander the room once again, once again noting Bakura wasn't there. In fact, his yami wasn't in the room at all. Figuring his yami was doing something else then caring for him, Ryou decided not to worry about it.
The thought that Bakura was acting so kind to him was still off putting no matter how many times he thinks about it. Surely Bakura was only caring for him because of the body, because Ryou knows Bakura never really cared about how he was in the past. He let his arm slowly drift up to his wounded arm, feeling the bandages there that reflected those that he could only assume were on his body. This was proof Bakura didn't care. Actually, it proved he just needed his body in working condition; meaning as long as he could move and benefit the spirit everything was fine in his book.
Honestly the sudden caring from the spirit really confused him.
Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he let his gaze drift to his room, wincing slightly at its state. He had glanced at it before, but it still hurt to look at. To think there was a duel so bad and with an opponent so strong that not only had Bakura lost control of the body, but whatever attack he had been hit with was strong enough to strike his soul to do damage. Ryou tried to remember anything about that time he was apparently conscious in his body during a duel, but he could only get small, unhelpful flashes that was accompanied with the pain of a headache.
His eyes fell over to the shelf Bakura put up the last time he was awake, as he is unaware of how long he had been here and when he last woke up. He looked at the figurines scattered on the ground, taking in the sight of all of those he knew and remembered. Bakura hadn't wanted to put them back into place, despite how small they were and the little impact they most likely would have made on his recovery.
Perhaps Bakura was getting tired of helping him. Maybe he just wanted Ryou to heal already so he could retake control of the body with it in working condition. If Bakura really was getting tired of helping him, Ryou was a little scared over the thought of when Bakura finally decided he had healed enough. Maybe there would be too much strain on him if Bakura retook control when his soul was still healing, but he didn't expect his yami to care when that happened.
That thought prompted Ryou to attempt to get out of the bed and start fixing the room without Bakura. He hopes that Bakura will not get angry if he started fixing his soul room without help, maybe Bakura wouldn't call him useless and get angry at him. He knew the others would probably appreciate it if he didn't help the spirit, but he also didn't want to risk Bakura getting angry. He also wants to get healed quickly as well, especially if he risked Bakura moving before he was ready.
Ryou pushed himself up into a sitting position with trembling arms once again. He was panting from the pain it was causing to shoot up his limbs and the tiredness that joined it. Gritting his teeth against it, he pushed himself up, only for his legs to give out from under him. Ryou braced himself to hit the ground of his soul room when he felt arms catching his own, keeping him from hitting the unforgiving floor. A low growl met his ears as well.
"What the hell do you think you are doing!?" Bakura hissed as he helped a panting and trembling Ryou back on the bed. "You're supposed to be resting?!"
/Ba-Bakura...I...I wanted to try…and help-/ Ryou tried to reply only for Bakura to snap at him again.
"No! You are to sit in bed and not cause problems! Do I have to chain you to this bed or, if that won't work, chain you to my own bed in my room?!" Bakura exclaimed, but he wouldn't really do the second option. After having time to think, he realized he didn't know what would happen to his host if he were to leave his soul room as he was, so he wouldn't risk going through with any threats that dragged Ryou from the safety of his own soul room.
Honestly though could his host be so stupid!? He was supposed to be resting, not getting out of bed! He was only gone for a little bit, checking his own room for any possible damages or hiding spots that Marik could have used while regaining his own energy. He would need all the power he had from the Ring to keep Marik away, but he needed the energy as well. In that time he was gone and decided to check up on his host, he comes back in to find him pushing himself out of the bed and falling to the floor.
"You're an idiot, Yadonushi." Bakura sighed.
Ryou frowned and looked away from him. /I...I just want to be...ab-le t-to help./
"You can do that when you're better."
/But...I want to...help now./
"No, I don't want your stupid decisions destroying any chances of getting better."
/But what if I don't...do much? W-What if I...just put the figu-rines up on the...the shelves?/ Bakura glared in response to that suggestion. He honestly didn't want Ryou to even touch any of the figures on the ground purely because he still wanted to send the Pharaoh and his host to the Shadow Realm for putting them in this situation in the first place. Putting the memory of them back on the shelf meant encouraging Ryou to remember them, and Bakura certainly didn't want that.
He scoffed. "Please, you can't even speak yet, let alone try to move out of the bed."
Ryou pouted before opening his mouth, getting a look from Bakura as he did so. "...I-I...ca-an tal-k." His voice came out rough and scratchy from having been silent after so much screaming he had done, and Ryou winced at the sound and feel of it. Unconsciously, Ryou wished to have a glass of water to sooth his throat with and he watched as his soul room allowed one to appear beside him. His eyes softened at the sight and he picked it up before taking slow sips from it. Even if his soul wasn't technically real, he could still feel the pain of the wounds.
Bakura observed Ryou carefully before coming to a decision. "Alright, I'll let you help more than just telling me where things go, b-"
"R-Really!" Ryou squeaked before breaking off into a coughing fit that shook his still sore body. Bakura glared at the other.
"Stupid Yadonushi," He huffed out, waiting for the coughing to end. When it did, he continued. "You didn't let me finish."
Ryou winced before giving a sheepish smile. "...S-orr-y"
Bakura rolled his eyes before continuing. "If you had let me finished, I would have told you that you could only do so if you can make it halfway across the room without collapsing." He smirked a little at the sudden downcast look on Ryou. Hopefully his host would be smart and not do anything that would cause him problems, however he should have remembered how stubborn his host was.
Ryou placed the now empty cup on the ground and pushed himself once again up into a sitting position with trembling arms, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.
"Yadonushi-" Bakura tried to protest only he was cut off by Ryou pushing himself off of the bed and wobbling as he stood, breathing heavily with his body swaying.
Ryou gritted his teeth against the pain of his burns and the soreness and weakness of his limbs. His eyes were clenched shut in an attempt to gain control of his trembling before he decided to lift up a foot very slowly and not very far away from the floor. He took a shaky step forward but the moment he did, he collapsed to the floor.
Bakura sighed before moving over to his host and kneeling down to help him up. He wrapped his arms beneath Ryou's before hauling him up easily since his host never weighed that much. He placed Ryou on the bed and watched as he sunk down tiredly in it with a soft moan.
/T-That...wasn't fair./ Ryou spoke up through the link, too tired to try and speak from his own mouth.
Bakura smirked. "Perhaps to you, but it proved my point."
/Can't you...at least p-put one...or two of my...figurines up?/ Ryou asked, looking up at Bakura with drooping eyes.
Bakura's smirk changed to a scowl.
"P-Please?" Ryou croaked out.
Bakura continued to scowl but he huffed. "Alright, I'll put two up on the shelf, but they will be of my choosing."
Ryou gave a nod of agreement, a small smile on his face before settling back with a sigh.
Bakura walked over to the shelves that he had put up last time, and looked down at the scattered figurines on the ground. He scowled at the sight of the ones that were first seen, the ones that represented Ryou's "friends". He continued to look before he came across the one of himself and picked it up. After looking over it for a few seconds, he placed it on one of the shelves before scanning the ground for anyone else's memory he felt being kind to.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the foggy, glass cube with the four character's inside. While he didn't particularly care for Ryou's father, he, while he didn't know why, could somewhat understand his host's feelings over his deceased mother and sister. With a scoff, he pushed away those feelings away and simply placed the cube up on the shelf.
"There, that's two." Bakura huffed as he moved over to stand beside Ryou once again. Looking down, it seemed that Ryou was asleep but Bakura knew better.
/Thanks/ Ryou's voice came.
"Please, I just did it so you would finally just stay in bed. You won't help if you don't heal first." Bakura scoffed. "Now shut up and go to sleep. The next time you attempt anything like this will be under my orders, understand."
No response.
Bakura sighed, looking down at his host who was now sleeping soundly. Honestly his host had no self-preservation at times. His eyes trailed along the red marks of the burns and was satisfied to see that some were smaller than before. Hopefully nothing would interrupt their progress they were making. He didn't know what was going on the outside at the moment or how much time had passed, but hopefully it wasn't too long.
Bakura looked back at the room before looking at his host. Well, if his host was going to be stubborn, he might as well try to keep him from passing out every time. With that he turned his attention to the room which still needed renovation.
So that was that. Sorry if this seems to be going slow.
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