The waiting rooms of hospitals were one of the worst places to be on earth. Everyone sits there hoping the doctor will come out with good news. Tired, sad, and worried expressions everywhere like the souls trapped in the Greek God Hades' robes. Bakura sat there holding his husband's trembling hand and gently caressing it with his thumb. Aside from himself, Rebecca had been the only positive thing in Marik's life, the only other thing that could keep the flashbacks away. The only other thing that could make him forget about his tortured past.
Turning to look at his beautiful husband, Bakura took time to notice how innocent and harmless Marik really looked. He was small, thin but still toned, and had the softest lavender eyes anyone could ever see. Slipping his hand up the back of Marik's shirt and rubbing circles on his back. This once smooth and tan back was now maimed with charred scars, burnt into his skin by a heated blade when he was just a boy.
Bakura closed his eyes and began to trace the charred skin across Marik's back. He dove into that memory and listened to the screams and pleas of his young husband. So young, he never did anything to deserve this. Bakura felt himself being pulled back to reality, the waiting room materialized in front of him again. Marik had used his own millennium item to pull Bakura out of the terrible memory. Before Bakura could justify his intrusion, the doctor had stepped out of Rebecca's exam room with a solemn look on his face.
They ran into the exam room to see their daughter, as she laid on the bed with tubes going in and out of her body. Her heart rate monitor silent as the night. Putting down his clipboard, the doctor turned to the couple.
"I'm sorry." He said as nurses began to remove the wiring from young Rebecca Ishtar.