A/N Hey! Thanks again for reviewing! Some of them really made me feel special! ^_^ And I want to thank you for putting up with my odd writing skills. Hopefully this chapter is better because its not rushed. *beams in pride*

And also, by the way, I finally DID watch that Mandy Moore Movie. Well.the first half of it. Ok, fine, the first 15 minutes, but whatever. ^___^ The guy was kinda cute. But not as cute as Yami and Yugi! WAIII!!! And Bakura and Ryou. ^.~

Oh, and I wonder if you guys can guess what the miracle-ish thing at the end is gonna be! It's not like, WHOAH THE CANCER'S GONE kind of miracle, so nothing like that. ^_^ Hmm.I guess whoever figures it out can be the nurse in the next chapter. Hahaha. *gets an octopus thrown at me* Hey! It's not my fault I'm so corny. -_________-

Ok, enough... On with the chapter.

~*~ Chapter 5~*~

It was beginning to snow, and the world was awash in the steady falling of delicate snowflakes. Yami began to panic as Yugi showed no signs of waking, the snow collecting on the little one's lashes. Quickly shoving his hand into his pocket, he reached for his cell phone. Taking off his leather gloves so he could dial properly, Yami frantically called 911.
Practically shouting into the device, Yami said, "Yes, this is an emergency. He.he just passed out or something, but he won't wake up! What should I- Ok. The corner of Oak street and Main. Ok, hold on. Let me check."
Yami grabbed a hold of one of Yugi's wrists, noting the faint heart beat. And then intently watched Yugi's chest for a steady rise and fall that was meant the young man was breathing. But he could detect no such sign.
"I-He's not.he's not breathing!" Yami yelled into the phone. "CPR? I don't know how." Why was he not paying attention in class when the coach went over how to perform the life-saving technique?! [1]
The woman on the other line calmly assured Yami the paramedics would be there soon, and that he shouldn't worry. The tri-color haired youth hung up, clumsily replacing it in his pant's pocket. All he had to do was wait, but it was tearing Yami up inside, because he couldn't do anything. So, he just looked. He stared at Yugi, the little one's pale face contorted in pain, making Yami's heart ache. But the devasted teen suddenly brightened when he saw a little cloud of condensation near Yugi's mouth; the warmness of his breath mingling with the crisp, cold air. So Yugi _was_ breathing; the many layers of coats and sweaters had blocked the up and down movement from Yami's eyes earlier, but.there was no doubt about it. Yugi was going to be ok.if he could just hang on for the fucking ambulance who should have been here by now!
The loud sirens of the approaching ambulance shook Yami out of his reverie, and he looked up, silently bidding the paradmedics to hurry up because.well.because Yugi mattered to him.
The ambulance screeched to a halt on the street, with two men with a stretcher shoving Yami aside and lifting Yugi's limp body onto the bedding.

"Can I come too?" Yami asked quietly, as they loaded Yugi into the back.
"Sure, kid. You can help answer a few questions too."
The tri-color haired youth willingly agreed, telling them what he knew about the unconscious boy; his name, his age, his phone number.
But Yami kept his eyes locked onto Yugi's face, his hand intertwined with Yugi's, giving the thin, pale fingers a small squeeze of reassurance.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ryou and Bakura, both their hair as white as the flurry of snow outside, sat at a small table to the side, safe from the snowfall in the nearby McDonalds. [the mention of that fast-food chain ruined the effect, didn't it? -_-] Bakura was methodically licking at his chocolate ice cream while eyeing Ryou, who was letting his vanilla ice cream drip onto his hand.
"Ryou.you're getting ice-creamy." Bakura said, raising an eyebrow.
Ryou looked up suddenly, as if from a trance, and blushed as he wiped away the liquid. "I'm sorry. I just had the oddest feeling."
"Really?" Bakura said, leaning closer. "And what would that feeling be?"
"I don't know." Ryou admitted, sighing as he looked at his frozen dessert with lack of interest.
"Not hungry, huh? Well, if you're not gonna eat your ice cream, _I_ will," Bakura said slyly, grabbing a hold of Ryou's wrist as he took several licks from Ryou's cone.
"Hey!" Ryou protested, trying to pry his ice cream from Bakura who had a smirk playing on his ice-cream covered lips.
Ryou giggled, letting Bakura take his ice cream cone, and said, ".you have some ice cream on your lips, you know."
The giggling teen and offered a napkin to Bakura, who was still smirking despite the normally embarrassing revelation.
"I have no hands!" Bakura said, holding up his hands that were occupied with the ice cream cones. Then lowering his voice, he asked, "Would you be a sweetheart and do it for me?"
Ryou smiled and said, "Geez, what am I, your nanny?" But he leaned over the table anyway, napkin poised.
Bakura quickly dropped both ice creams onto the tray, before using his hands to bring Ryou closer to him, enveloping him in a gentle kiss that, strangely, tasted of vanilla.
Ryou's doe, brown eyes widened at the new sensation, the warmness of Bakura lips covering his. But it felt.good, and Ryou found himself melting into the kiss, his mind swimming in bliss.
Bakura himself was amazed at the softness of the petal-soft lips against his, and leaned further into the kiss, relishing the feeling that was Ryou. Until an irritated *ahem* broke the kiss.
Bakura scowled and glared up at a young woman who had so rudely coughed to tell them that their behavior was NOT to be tolerated in front of her snotty little toddler who was grinning impishly at the couple. "Mommy, why were two guys kissing?"
"There were doing NO SUCH THING!" the woman replied, giving one last heated leer at the two before leaving with a dignified, hmph!
"Bitch," Bakura muttered, glancing back at Ryou.
The smaller white haired teen looked down, blushing, suddenly interested in his hands.
Bakura smiled and leaned his head on his hand, "So where were we?"
Ryou looked up, shocked and blushed an adorable shade of red.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Yami had been pacing the narrow, tiled hallway, outside the waiting room for what seemed like hours before he caught sight of Surogoku Motou. The elderly man came to the tri-colored hair teen, demanding to know what happened.
"I don't know, sir," Yami said dully, "He just.went limp."
The grey-haired man's face fell and he tugged at his beard. [2] "This isn't good, Yami.not good at all."
"No, REALLY?!" Yami suddenly exploded. [thank you, captain obvious! ^_^]
He shocked the old man into silence.
"I'm sorry." Yami muttered, "I just."
Dr. Kotana cut Yami off as he entered the hall from an elevator door. "Mr. Motou!" He called, gaining not only the said man's attention, but the young teen's as well.
"I just finished checking up on Yugi, and he'll be fine.But now I not only insist, but firmly compel you to let him stay in the hospital. He has no other choice, I'm afraid." The middle-aged man let out a sigh. "I told him, but he didn't believe me. That sudden blacking out was a combination of over-exersion and exhaustion. Remember how we talked about pulling him out of school?"
And so, the conversion went on, until Dr. Kotana noticed Yami.
"My, word! You.look a lot like Yugi." [Once again, thank you Captain Obvious. -_-;]
"So he's going to be ok?" Yami asked bluntly.
"Yes, yes. He's been asking for you. Yami, is it?" Dr. Kotana mused. "I suppose you can see him. He's in room 403."
The eager tri-color haired teen barely waited for the doctor to finish, before sprinting towards the elevator and pressing the button for level 4. Never had Yami hated elevator music more than now, as it seemingly took forever for the elevator to reach the desired floor. Presently, a small 'ding' informed him that the elevator had stopped, and he bounded through the opening doors, looking to the right and the left, before entering room 403.
There, Yugi lay on the hospital bed, looking up with wide eyes at Yami. An IV stand was at one side, where a tube filled with clear liquid was embedded into the little one's arm, through a needle. Other various equipment was hooked up to Yugi's frail body, including one device that constantly beeped, recording the beating of Yugi's heart. Yami opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, not knowing what exactly he wanted to say.
"Yami.you're still here?" Yugi asked quietly, wringing the clean, white sheets with his little hands nervously. He hadn't planned on Yami being there when he suddenly went unconscious.Now, he probably thought Yugi was some kind of pitiful weakling.
Yami nodded and said, "You had me worried for a while."
Yugi brightened up a little and shyly said, "Really?"
The taller of the two, realizing the hidden meaning in the words he had said, hastily added, "Well, I don't want you dying or something."
"Oh," Yugi said, slightly disappointed.
An awkward silence followed, consisting of Yami shifting his weight from one foot to another and Yugi playing with his hands.
Finally Yugi spoke, breaking the silence, "You don't have to stay, Yami."
Yami looked up, surprised. He knew that he didn't have to stay, but a part of him wanted to.
The door opened and Yugi's grandpa game in, immediately coming over to the side of the bed and giving Yugi a small hug.
"Yugi! You almost gave me a heart attack when I got the call from the hospital! Are you ok?!"
"Yes, Grandpa, I'm fine." Yugi reassured him, putting on a bright smile.
"Because I was talking to the doctor and-"
Yami saw this as an opportunity to leave. Obviously, the boy and his grandfather needed to talk in private. And who was he to just sit there and stare at Yugi, involving himself in other people's matters?
The tri-color haired teen quietly let himself out, shutting the door softly behind him. He made his way out of the hospital, shoving his hands into his pockets. His fingers ran over the cool, metal surface of his cell phone, and he took it out, deciding to call Ryou to tell him about what happened. If something happened to Bakura, Yami would want to know. But.Ryou's phone number remained unknown to him.
But Ryou was probably with Bakura anyway, so Yami dialed Bakura's cell phone number, waiting impatiently for his white-haired friend to pick up.

*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~

Bakura leaned over in his seat again, ready to plant another kiss on those incredibly soft, pliant lips of Ryou, when his cell phone suddenly rang to the tune of Paranoid by Black Sabbath. [3]
Silenting swearing to kill whoever was on the other line, Bakura grudgingly pulled out his phone, growling. "WHAT!?"
Yami pulled the phone away from his ear at the loud shout and said, "Bakura! Is Ryou there? I need to talk to him!"
"Why!? We're kinda in the middle of something!" Bakura hissed, annoyed.
"Just fucking let me talk to him, you bitch."
"Fine." Bakura sighed, handing his phone over to Ryou. Amazingly, he did not feel like engaging in a cussing-contest with Yami.
"Hello?" Ryou asked timidly, wondering who would call him through Bakura.
After a few seconds, Ryou's eyes widened, and he dropped the phone onto the table. Bakura lifted his head at the sound of the clatter and saw the worried look on the face. "What's wrong?"
Ryou remained silent, biting his lip. Guilt started to surface. Yugi, his best friend was in pain, and here he was, practically making out with Bakura, without the slightest care in the world.
"I have to go," Ryou said, quickly getting up. "Thank you for the ice cream."
"Hey! Wait!" Bakura shouted, getting up after Ryou. What was that all about? He grabbed Ryou's wrist. "What did I do wrong?"
"Notihng! Just let go!" Ryou whispered, trying to jerk his wrist away.
Bakura stared into Ryou's eyes, glittering with unshed tears. He didn't think the kiss would have such a negative effect on him. Bakura removed his hand, letting Ryou's arm fall gently to his side and watched as the white-haired teen hurridly left, disappearing into the hazy snow.

~*~*~*~*~*

[1] Well. It would have been peachy if Yami did do CPR, but.that would have been too pefect. XD *gets a squid thrown at me*

[2] he DOES have a beard, right? My memory is hazy. =_=

[3] took me a long time to pick music for Bakura. I hope that's "bad-ass" enough for him. *gets hit with a clam* hey?! What's with all the seafood?

So that's the end of this chapter. Please review because I love all of you soooooooo much. And I love sparkly stickers cuz they're soo pretty and sparkly and they're all cool and stuff. I like bananas too, but too much makes my tummy hurt. ;__;

Bakura: O_o I think she's been hit in the head too many times.