I just had this sudden spurt of inspiration to keep this story going. I
don't know why. Anywho, I'll try to keep all my stories going, because I'm
a pretty fast typer. And I may guess on some parts of illnesses and stuff,
so don't eat me. Oh yeah, and if my little dot-dot-dot pauses get deleted,
it's just because they fused into one kind of punctuation. And if you wanna
know if you've come across that problem, it's when there's a period and an
uncapitalized letter.
Chapter 3: Critical Condition
Ryou's POV
I coughed as I held my fetal position tightly. What's wrong with me? Is this all somehow my fault. I didn't mean for this to happen. I wasn't lying about being tired. I couldn't sleep after I'd retrieved the Ring, for the guilt was horrible. I'd slept for one hour, two tops. Why is this happening? So hungry...so tired...so thirsty...
I had a bad stomachache and that's why I was in this position. It hurts...
"Stop hurting..."
Yugi's POV
"Stop hurting..." I heard Ryou mutter the words before he passed out again. "Don't worry," I muttered to him. "Help is on the way." The ambulance arrived pretty quickly. Joey and Tristan were trying to keep Bakura conscious, but it wasn't working. He blacked out every time. As soon as the paramedics arrived, they put Bakura on a stretcher and hauled him into the ambulance. I was the one who was to go with him, the three of us agreed. I sat next to him, where he began to spasm in pain and panic. The doctors had to tie him down to the stretcher, where he resumed struggling and began to shout weakly. Very weakly.
"Stop...get off...I don't wanna..."
I came up next to him.
"Its okay, Baku. They're here to help you."
"Don't want help..." he muttered.
Ryou's POV
"Don't want help..." I told them frantically.
I was so weak now. I was tied down onto what I assumed to be a stretcher. But it might not be. I felt very uncomfortable being on something I couldn't identify with sight. Scared, even. I
My mental link with Yami Bakura was cut of as I began to get very sick. The people turned my head and I heard a wet splash as my puke hit something plastic. I heard a person muttering for another to keep my head turned so I wouldn't choke. So I was on a stretcher. And I was in an ambulance. The sirens were hurting my head now.
"You don't need to tie me down anymore. It hurts when you do that. It's okay. I know where I am..."
Yugi told them to trust me and they unfastened the belt-like things that held me down.
"Thank you..."
I pushed myself into a sitting position and opened my eyes halfway.
"I'm not sick, I swear. I'm not sick in a bad way. It's just the flu..."
"Ryou, stop lying. That's not the truth and you know it."
I blinked.
"That's what you wanted to tell me isn't it? Tell me now. What's wrong with you?"
My eyes shifted restlessly. "I can't tell you now. I can't..."
I fainted again.
Yugi's POV
I wanted to know what he was trying to hide, but he wouldn't tell me in front of other people, that's for sure.
When we arrived at the hospital, they immediately took him into the emergency room.
"Wait here, Mr. Mutou..."
"Hey, Mr. Mutou is my grandpa. Just call me Yugi."
"Well, Yugi. Wait out here. We'll have a report on Mr. Bakura in a while. Does he have any family nearby?"
"No. His dad is on a dig in Mexico City."
"So, would you like him to have a private room?"
"Yes. I'd like that."
"Okay. A doctor will be here to talk about his condition in a while."
A while obviously meant thirty or so minutes, because that's how long it took. I wasn't even related to Bakura and I was worried sick for him. Somebody had to be.
"We've found out what's wrong with him," the same man told him. "He is extremely dehydrated and that's why he can't take in food and water by himself. At the moment, he is being intravenously hydrated. You may go to see him if that is what you wish. If anyone else is to be allowed in, then tell us their names."
"Yeah. There's quite a few. Ayari K. Crawford, Sakura Bakura, Malik Ishtar, Tèa Gardner, Tristan Taylor, Joey Wheeler, my grandpa Solomon Mutou, and if his father can come, then his name is Shen Bakura. Sakura is his sister."
"Very well. His room number is 206."
Yugi went to Bakura's room and was surprised to see that he was already much better than before. He looked less ill anyway.
"Hey, Yugi. I'm okay, now. They've got me attached to some potassium chloride stuff."
He motioned to the I.V. on his arm.
"I've told the doctors to let your friends and family see you, but this is a private room other than that. Now, is there anything you want to tell me? Anything at all?"
Ryou's POV
"Now is there anything you want to tell me? Anything at all?" I shifted uncomfortably in my hospital bed. I had wanted to tell Yugi something, but I wasn't so sure I still wanted to. I sighed heavily.
"Yes. There is something I wanted to tell you. Yesterday, when Sakura was sleeping over at Ayari's, I told you that I needed to clean...and so I went home..."
I paused to rub my jaw.
"I was hungry, so I ate some potato chips. I ate them until Yami Bakura caught me. And he hit me on the jaw. Well, my jaw was hurting pretty bad at the moment, but I guess it doesn't matter."
At that exact moment, I felt Yami Bakura's incessant nagging thought- speech.
I yanked the Ring off, a little too brutally. The leather strap popped off.
"Uh-oh..." I said. I'd better pick up a chain or something, or else my yami would have my hide.
"What's the matter?" Yugi asked me.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong."
I decided the best motion was to painstakingly continue my story.
"Well...uh...where was I? Oh yes...well, I decided to rub some Bengay on my jaw. It was the only thing we had. That's when I became concerned with my weight. I never had a problem with it before, but I've kind of become self-conscious. When I weighed myself, I weighed in at 120, and as you might not know, I used to weigh 115. My yami had called me a pig before, so I knew that I was getting fat. So I...I made myself...throw up. Lots of models do that to make themselves skinny, so I took a bash at it myself and I didn't eat or drink another thing since. That's probably why I got dehydrated. And I had thrown the Ring downstairs, so Yami doesn't know. I'm so ashamed."
Yugi seemed concerned about my little escapade.
"You mean that just because you were five pounds heavier and your yami said you were fat, you made yourself vomit?" he repeated weakly.
"I suppose. Please don't tell anyone Yugi. Promise me you won't tell anyone, save your yami. And don't let him gossip with Malik. It'll get out. Promise me you won't."
I was very clear about that. Yugi had to promise. Even though I hang out more with Ayari, Malik, and my sister, that doesn't mean I want to tell them my dirty little secret.
"I promise I won't tell anyone other than Yami, Baku. You have my word."
I smiled at Yugi widely, then I leaned forward and gave him a friendly hug, which he returned.
"Thank you, Yugi."
Another chapter bites the dust. Be kind and true! Review! And just in case anyone was wondering, there will be no yaoi or shounen-ai or whatever the **** it's called. Also, I know I'm doing a lot of POV changing, but it's necessary. So, at this loss of words, I say to you this. PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEAASE REVIEW! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HEINOUS AND YAMI BAKURA!!!
Chapter 3: Critical Condition
Ryou's POV
I coughed as I held my fetal position tightly. What's wrong with me? Is this all somehow my fault. I didn't mean for this to happen. I wasn't lying about being tired. I couldn't sleep after I'd retrieved the Ring, for the guilt was horrible. I'd slept for one hour, two tops. Why is this happening? So hungry...so tired...so thirsty...
I had a bad stomachache and that's why I was in this position. It hurts...
"Stop hurting..."
Yugi's POV
"Stop hurting..." I heard Ryou mutter the words before he passed out again. "Don't worry," I muttered to him. "Help is on the way." The ambulance arrived pretty quickly. Joey and Tristan were trying to keep Bakura conscious, but it wasn't working. He blacked out every time. As soon as the paramedics arrived, they put Bakura on a stretcher and hauled him into the ambulance. I was the one who was to go with him, the three of us agreed. I sat next to him, where he began to spasm in pain and panic. The doctors had to tie him down to the stretcher, where he resumed struggling and began to shout weakly. Very weakly.
"Stop...get off...I don't wanna..."
I came up next to him.
"Its okay, Baku. They're here to help you."
"Don't want help..." he muttered.
Ryou's POV
"Don't want help..." I told them frantically.
I was so weak now. I was tied down onto what I assumed to be a stretcher. But it might not be. I felt very uncomfortable being on something I couldn't identify with sight. Scared, even. I
My mental link with Yami Bakura was cut of as I began to get very sick. The people turned my head and I heard a wet splash as my puke hit something plastic. I heard a person muttering for another to keep my head turned so I wouldn't choke. So I was on a stretcher. And I was in an ambulance. The sirens were hurting my head now.
"You don't need to tie me down anymore. It hurts when you do that. It's okay. I know where I am..."
Yugi told them to trust me and they unfastened the belt-like things that held me down.
"Thank you..."
I pushed myself into a sitting position and opened my eyes halfway.
"I'm not sick, I swear. I'm not sick in a bad way. It's just the flu..."
"Ryou, stop lying. That's not the truth and you know it."
I blinked.
"That's what you wanted to tell me isn't it? Tell me now. What's wrong with you?"
My eyes shifted restlessly. "I can't tell you now. I can't..."
I fainted again.
Yugi's POV
I wanted to know what he was trying to hide, but he wouldn't tell me in front of other people, that's for sure.
When we arrived at the hospital, they immediately took him into the emergency room.
"Wait here, Mr. Mutou..."
"Hey, Mr. Mutou is my grandpa. Just call me Yugi."
"Well, Yugi. Wait out here. We'll have a report on Mr. Bakura in a while. Does he have any family nearby?"
"No. His dad is on a dig in Mexico City."
"So, would you like him to have a private room?"
"Yes. I'd like that."
"Okay. A doctor will be here to talk about his condition in a while."
A while obviously meant thirty or so minutes, because that's how long it took. I wasn't even related to Bakura and I was worried sick for him. Somebody had to be.
"We've found out what's wrong with him," the same man told him. "He is extremely dehydrated and that's why he can't take in food and water by himself. At the moment, he is being intravenously hydrated. You may go to see him if that is what you wish. If anyone else is to be allowed in, then tell us their names."
"Yeah. There's quite a few. Ayari K. Crawford, Sakura Bakura, Malik Ishtar, Tèa Gardner, Tristan Taylor, Joey Wheeler, my grandpa Solomon Mutou, and if his father can come, then his name is Shen Bakura. Sakura is his sister."
"Very well. His room number is 206."
Yugi went to Bakura's room and was surprised to see that he was already much better than before. He looked less ill anyway.
"Hey, Yugi. I'm okay, now. They've got me attached to some potassium chloride stuff."
He motioned to the I.V. on his arm.
"I've told the doctors to let your friends and family see you, but this is a private room other than that. Now, is there anything you want to tell me? Anything at all?"
Ryou's POV
"Now is there anything you want to tell me? Anything at all?" I shifted uncomfortably in my hospital bed. I had wanted to tell Yugi something, but I wasn't so sure I still wanted to. I sighed heavily.
"Yes. There is something I wanted to tell you. Yesterday, when Sakura was sleeping over at Ayari's, I told you that I needed to clean...and so I went home..."
I paused to rub my jaw.
"I was hungry, so I ate some potato chips. I ate them until Yami Bakura caught me. And he hit me on the jaw. Well, my jaw was hurting pretty bad at the moment, but I guess it doesn't matter."
At that exact moment, I felt Yami Bakura's incessant nagging thought- speech.
I yanked the Ring off, a little too brutally. The leather strap popped off.
"Uh-oh..." I said. I'd better pick up a chain or something, or else my yami would have my hide.
"What's the matter?" Yugi asked me.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong."
I decided the best motion was to painstakingly continue my story.
"Well...uh...where was I? Oh yes...well, I decided to rub some Bengay on my jaw. It was the only thing we had. That's when I became concerned with my weight. I never had a problem with it before, but I've kind of become self-conscious. When I weighed myself, I weighed in at 120, and as you might not know, I used to weigh 115. My yami had called me a pig before, so I knew that I was getting fat. So I...I made myself...throw up. Lots of models do that to make themselves skinny, so I took a bash at it myself and I didn't eat or drink another thing since. That's probably why I got dehydrated. And I had thrown the Ring downstairs, so Yami doesn't know. I'm so ashamed."
Yugi seemed concerned about my little escapade.
"You mean that just because you were five pounds heavier and your yami said you were fat, you made yourself vomit?" he repeated weakly.
"I suppose. Please don't tell anyone Yugi. Promise me you won't tell anyone, save your yami. And don't let him gossip with Malik. It'll get out. Promise me you won't."
I was very clear about that. Yugi had to promise. Even though I hang out more with Ayari, Malik, and my sister, that doesn't mean I want to tell them my dirty little secret.
"I promise I won't tell anyone other than Yami, Baku. You have my word."
I smiled at Yugi widely, then I leaned forward and gave him a friendly hug, which he returned.
"Thank you, Yugi."
Another chapter bites the dust. Be kind and true! Review! And just in case anyone was wondering, there will be no yaoi or shounen-ai or whatever the **** it's called. Also, I know I'm doing a lot of POV changing, but it's necessary. So, at this loss of words, I say to you this. PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEAASE REVIEW! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HEINOUS AND YAMI BAKURA!!!