Yami couldn't believe what his eyes just showed him. What in the world
could've happened to Yugi? Could he have just---no. Yami couldn't even let
himself think like that.
Yami picked up Yugi and put him on his back, and rushed him back home. Grampa was there, and he was cleaning the house. Yami burst the door open, almost breaking it. He breathed heavily, and sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Yami?" Grampa turned his head to Yami's direction and he gasped. "What on earth happened to Yugi!?"
"I, I don't know, It was all so sudden, he felt cold, I gave him my jacket and he just fainted." Yami stammered, trying to catch his breath.
"It's alright, Yami. We'll take him to the hospital. This is very serious."
"Right."
Grampa called the ambulance and within 5 minutes they arrived. Yugi was still unconscious after blacking out. He was as motionless as a rock, just lying on the stretcher perfectly still.
Yami was pretty edgy ever since he was riding on the hospital and he wasn't allowed to get too close to Yugi.
He kept on looking down, either in deep thought or just shame; shame that there was nothing he could do. His fear of Yugi being gone was taking him over. He nearly lost it when the doctors stuck an IV in Yugi's arm and he didn't even move a muscle.
Yugi was rushed into a room and he just lay there perfectly still, eyes closed, but there is one more thing that seemed to be missing: was he breathing?
Yami and Grampa were in the waiting room. Yami kept on walking around in circles and Grampa was reading a magazine. Yami sat down and put his face on his hands.
"How much longer is this going to take?" Yami asked Grampa.
"Well, the doctor will take Yugi's pulse, his blood pressure, heart rate-"
Grampa was interrupted when the doctor came in and said, "Are you two here to see Yugi Moto?"
"Yes," Grampa answered.
"We've discovered that Yugi has a severe case of pneumonia, and the chances of him living are pretty much 50-50."
Yami couldn't believe what he just heard. A half-in-half chance? That was outrageous!
"You mean, he could, he could," Yami couldn't say it. He wouldn't allow it. Yugi can't pass on so young, he's only in his teens!
Yami couldn't take it anymore. He finally snapped and dashed away to Yugi's room, not caring about what he was doing. He opened the door faster than you could say, "No, YOU CAN'T!" Luckily, no one stopped him.
When he opened the door, the air was still, the room was aqua; Yugi still just lay there as if he was strapped down. Yami walked slowly toward Yugi's bed, and he touched his forehead. Ahya! It was burning like an inferno burning down a building. What could Yugi possibly be going through?
Yami said to Yugi even if he was unconscious, "My dear little Yugi, don't leave me now. We promised to be together till the end," he closed his eyes and somehow shed a tear, "I'll love you forever, just, stay with me, don't go away." He finished the last part whispering sharply.
He took something out of his pocket; a magnolia that Yugi had given him once a long time ago. He opened Yugi's hand, put the magnolia in it and closed his hand.
"With this gift," he said, "please remember me. Don't forget."
He thought to himself, "I hope he will come through to me soon. I love him more than anything, this can't be happening!"
He nearly lost hope when suddenly, something started to move and touched his shoulder..
Yami picked up Yugi and put him on his back, and rushed him back home. Grampa was there, and he was cleaning the house. Yami burst the door open, almost breaking it. He breathed heavily, and sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Yami?" Grampa turned his head to Yami's direction and he gasped. "What on earth happened to Yugi!?"
"I, I don't know, It was all so sudden, he felt cold, I gave him my jacket and he just fainted." Yami stammered, trying to catch his breath.
"It's alright, Yami. We'll take him to the hospital. This is very serious."
"Right."
Grampa called the ambulance and within 5 minutes they arrived. Yugi was still unconscious after blacking out. He was as motionless as a rock, just lying on the stretcher perfectly still.
Yami was pretty edgy ever since he was riding on the hospital and he wasn't allowed to get too close to Yugi.
He kept on looking down, either in deep thought or just shame; shame that there was nothing he could do. His fear of Yugi being gone was taking him over. He nearly lost it when the doctors stuck an IV in Yugi's arm and he didn't even move a muscle.
Yugi was rushed into a room and he just lay there perfectly still, eyes closed, but there is one more thing that seemed to be missing: was he breathing?
Yami and Grampa were in the waiting room. Yami kept on walking around in circles and Grampa was reading a magazine. Yami sat down and put his face on his hands.
"How much longer is this going to take?" Yami asked Grampa.
"Well, the doctor will take Yugi's pulse, his blood pressure, heart rate-"
Grampa was interrupted when the doctor came in and said, "Are you two here to see Yugi Moto?"
"Yes," Grampa answered.
"We've discovered that Yugi has a severe case of pneumonia, and the chances of him living are pretty much 50-50."
Yami couldn't believe what he just heard. A half-in-half chance? That was outrageous!
"You mean, he could, he could," Yami couldn't say it. He wouldn't allow it. Yugi can't pass on so young, he's only in his teens!
Yami couldn't take it anymore. He finally snapped and dashed away to Yugi's room, not caring about what he was doing. He opened the door faster than you could say, "No, YOU CAN'T!" Luckily, no one stopped him.
When he opened the door, the air was still, the room was aqua; Yugi still just lay there as if he was strapped down. Yami walked slowly toward Yugi's bed, and he touched his forehead. Ahya! It was burning like an inferno burning down a building. What could Yugi possibly be going through?
Yami said to Yugi even if he was unconscious, "My dear little Yugi, don't leave me now. We promised to be together till the end," he closed his eyes and somehow shed a tear, "I'll love you forever, just, stay with me, don't go away." He finished the last part whispering sharply.
He took something out of his pocket; a magnolia that Yugi had given him once a long time ago. He opened Yugi's hand, put the magnolia in it and closed his hand.
"With this gift," he said, "please remember me. Don't forget."
He thought to himself, "I hope he will come through to me soon. I love him more than anything, this can't be happening!"
He nearly lost hope when suddenly, something started to move and touched his shoulder..