"Well? Is he going to pull through?"
"I don't know. He's in really bad shape. Look at that stab wound. It's really a wonder that he's alive at all Pharaoh."
He sighed, "I really wish there was something I could do. Poor Mahaad. Well Isis, let me know if his condition changes."
"Yes Pharaoh," she replied.
The Pharaoh left the infirmary and wandered around the palace, thinking.
The priests rescued him a two days ago and had just made it back yesterday. He was nearly dead when they found him next to a pile of ashes and a burnt robe that they assumed belonged to Bakura, and he still hadn't improved since then. He'd been sleeping ever since...
He was very concerned about his friend, and had been anxiously roaming around the palace since they returned. The entire staff of magi had been working their hardest at healing the priest's wounds tirelessly since he arrived. Yet there was something wrong, his wounds weren't responding to their magic.
Why? The Pharaoh wished he knew.
Why did it have to come to this? That they couldn't find the priest until he was already almost dead. If they'd arrived while he was still fighting Bakura, he might not even be injured like this! "I hate this whole damned situation! Why couldn't we help you? Why has fate cursed you like this!" He angrily slammed his fist against a wall.
My friend, my closest friend... What's happened to you?
He continually checked in on Mahaad's progress every few hours, finding he couldn't focus on anything but his friend's condition. He stayed up late into the night, pacing the halls outside of the infirmary, finding he couldn't sleep.
"Pharaoh," said Priest Seto. "Please get some sleep. We need you to rule, and there's no sense worrying over him. Pharaoh, he is probably not going to make it anyways. It's best to keep moving forwards."
"What? I cannot believe what I am hearing from you Seto! I will not give up on Mahaad. No matter how unlikely it is, what good am I if I just give up on him because things aren't looking well?
"All I'm saying is that you've been unable to work since he got back. Are you going to sacrifice your kingdom for him? Pharaoh, I don't want him to die either, but I do not think this worrying will do anything."
The Pharaoh looked troubled. "Maybe you're right... I have been neglecting my duties... Very well I will try to get some rest. Thank you Seto."
"Yes my Pharaoh."