Again Yami was shocked. Who or what could've touched him? He looked behind
him and noticed that it was Grampa. For a second he really did think that
he just lost it.
"Yami, it's okay. It's not just you that will cry from losing Yugi, we will too." Grampa said. "You have to be strong, Yami. You have to."
Yami opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He was absolutely devastated that Yugi could die any time now.
"Now come on, Yami, let the doctor do his work."
Yami reluctantly obeyed, and thought to himself, "I hope Yugi will pull through.."
While Yami was in the waiting room with Grampa he walked around in circles again, refusing to sit down.
"Yami, don't be so edgy. Yugi might pull through," Grampa said.
"If he might pull through then why were you saying that he would leave us?" Yami asked bitterly.
Grampa looked down for a moment and said nothing. Was the question meant to be rhetorical?
Yami thought, "If Yugi is to leave me, I'll die a broken man."
After an hour of Yami continuously fidgeting, the doctor signalled them to come into Yugi's room. Yami kept control this time and didn't say a word.
When they came inside the room, Yugi was still lying there. The fact that it was unknown that if he was breathing or not nearly knocked the breath out of Yami and Grampa.
"We have examined Yugi carefully, and we have discovered that he has very low body temperature and he's currently in a coma."
Yami was outraged. Now he couldn't be soothed. A coma? First it was a 50-50 chance of living and now Yugi's in a COMA?!
"But the good news is that he won't pass on and leave this world. His chances of living have increased to 78%."
"But how long will this coma last?" Grampa asked.
"Well, since Yugi is doing miraculously well, it will only last for a week or even less if we're lucky."
And hearing that, Yami finally settled down..a bit.
"Well, it'a getting late, I think you two should come back maybe tomorrow.?"
"Sure," Yami said like he was dead. He looked back, and saw that the magnolia was still in Yugi's hand.
Yami and Grampa left the hospital, and went home. Yami hardly uttered a single word. Even if the doctor said that Yugi's chances of pulling through had increased to 78%, he didn't want to think of that as a good thing; he wanted Yugi to pull through at least 99.9%, if not 100.
When it was 11:57 at night, Yami couldn't sleep a wink at all now that Yugi was in the hospital. The bed was empty with just him; he had no one to hold, no one to say that it was okay to, and worst of all, no one to love more than anything in the whole world.
"Oh Ra," Yami thought. "If only Yugi could pull through, I would no longer mourn. But now, even if he has a better chance of living, I'm still torn. Oh Ra, if Yugi pulled through, please, please just give me a sign."
Yami looked out through the window and saw a pale blue crescent moon. He wished with all his might that, if Yugi pulled through, he'd be forever grateful and never let Yugi become prone to sickness ever again, especially not pnemonia.
"If Yugi must pass on," he said to the sky, "I'll die with him."
"Yami, it's okay. It's not just you that will cry from losing Yugi, we will too." Grampa said. "You have to be strong, Yami. You have to."
Yami opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He was absolutely devastated that Yugi could die any time now.
"Now come on, Yami, let the doctor do his work."
Yami reluctantly obeyed, and thought to himself, "I hope Yugi will pull through.."
While Yami was in the waiting room with Grampa he walked around in circles again, refusing to sit down.
"Yami, don't be so edgy. Yugi might pull through," Grampa said.
"If he might pull through then why were you saying that he would leave us?" Yami asked bitterly.
Grampa looked down for a moment and said nothing. Was the question meant to be rhetorical?
Yami thought, "If Yugi is to leave me, I'll die a broken man."
After an hour of Yami continuously fidgeting, the doctor signalled them to come into Yugi's room. Yami kept control this time and didn't say a word.
When they came inside the room, Yugi was still lying there. The fact that it was unknown that if he was breathing or not nearly knocked the breath out of Yami and Grampa.
"We have examined Yugi carefully, and we have discovered that he has very low body temperature and he's currently in a coma."
Yami was outraged. Now he couldn't be soothed. A coma? First it was a 50-50 chance of living and now Yugi's in a COMA?!
"But the good news is that he won't pass on and leave this world. His chances of living have increased to 78%."
"But how long will this coma last?" Grampa asked.
"Well, since Yugi is doing miraculously well, it will only last for a week or even less if we're lucky."
And hearing that, Yami finally settled down..a bit.
"Well, it'a getting late, I think you two should come back maybe tomorrow.?"
"Sure," Yami said like he was dead. He looked back, and saw that the magnolia was still in Yugi's hand.
Yami and Grampa left the hospital, and went home. Yami hardly uttered a single word. Even if the doctor said that Yugi's chances of pulling through had increased to 78%, he didn't want to think of that as a good thing; he wanted Yugi to pull through at least 99.9%, if not 100.
When it was 11:57 at night, Yami couldn't sleep a wink at all now that Yugi was in the hospital. The bed was empty with just him; he had no one to hold, no one to say that it was okay to, and worst of all, no one to love more than anything in the whole world.
"Oh Ra," Yami thought. "If only Yugi could pull through, I would no longer mourn. But now, even if he has a better chance of living, I'm still torn. Oh Ra, if Yugi pulled through, please, please just give me a sign."
Yami looked out through the window and saw a pale blue crescent moon. He wished with all his might that, if Yugi pulled through, he'd be forever grateful and never let Yugi become prone to sickness ever again, especially not pnemonia.
"If Yugi must pass on," he said to the sky, "I'll die with him."