I know my friend is better at humor than me nearly all of the time, but
here goes some of it. After all the angsty stuff, I need some funny
snippets. And if I don't get certain things right about sickness, don't eat
me. I'm not a doctor or anything.
Ch. 11 Take Your Medicine
Sakura's POV
It had been a mere hour since Ryou had been diagnosed with anorexia and rushed into the pediatrics intensive care unit, PICU for short. He had been moaning at the time, but that's all I knew. Now Yami Bakura, Malik, Ayari, Sarah and I were waiting tensely. The minutes seemed like their own eternity. My fingers drummed incessantly on the armrests of my chair.
Yami Bakura was a bit nervous, but he had a reason. Wearing the Ring, I could pick up on his feelings. Right now, he felt duty bound to protect me and Baku, but he also had feelings to his old lover, who'd just now shown up. It was confusing him incessantly, and I knew he hated being confused.
Malik sighed.
"Damn, it's cold in here."
"Shut-up! Ryou may die and all you can worry about is how cold it is?"
Malik muttered something in Ancient Egyptian and Yami Bakura snickered. That meant he'd uttered an insult.
"What the hell did you say?!" she shrieked.
"Nunya bizness, Ayari."
"Yami Bakura, tell me what he said."
"He said, 'Stop PMSing you bitch. Ra-damn it you're annoying.'"
"MALIK!!!!!"
"I must ask you to quiet down," the receptionist told them, "or take it outside."
"With pleasure."
Ayari dragged Malik outside by his ear, much to his displeasure. I chuckled for a moment, then Bakura's doctor came out.
"Is he...okay?" I asked with bated breath.
"He's lost a lot of weight, and at the moment, we can't determine if his condition is improving. He is vomiting, that much we can say, and having done that on an empty stomach, he's experiencing stomach spasms."
"Stomach spasms?"
"Yes. I imagine he's in a lot of pain, but the nurses are attempting to administer pain-killers. If he'd just stop squirming for a moment, it would help."
"He's fighting?"
"Yes. And he's fighting really hard."
"Let me see him. Maybe I can calm him down."
I turned to Yami Bakura in shock.
"Are you sure, Yami?"
"Quite."
Yami Bakura
I nodded to Sakura. This was my fault somehow. I could remember my thoughts from a few days ago. I was pining so much over Ka Saraha and my failed attempt to collect the Millennium Items and unlock dark powers. That was when I realized that in my quest for the items, I'd abandoned my wife and month-old son. Our son, Kiyoshi, I had abandoned him and Ka Saraha for hate. And in my burst of hate at this thought, I'd hurt and insulted Ryou, causing him to be angry at himself. I forced this disease on him. And I remembered my harsh words.
/Shit head! I'll make you eat! I'll possess you! /
I cringed as the doctor led me to my hikari's room. I could hear the screaming and the flailing.
"Leave me alone!! What are you trying to do?!?! OH, make the hurt go away!!"
As we walked in, I saw him bent over double, clutching his stomach. He empty-heaved for a moment, then began to scream again. He seemed to be in so much pain. It would have served me right if I could feel his pain. He was obviously being hurt by the stomach spasms the doctor spoke of.
"Y-Y-Yami?" he groaned. I grunted.
"Yeah. It's me."
I pinned him down with one arm effortlessly. I was temporarily mortal, but my old strength was more than enough to pin him down. He chomped on my hand.
"Hey!!"
I cried out in surprise more than pain.
"Let me alone. I hurt too much."
"Ryou, these are the nurses that are trying to help you. Just calm down and we'll fix everything..."
"Wh-why should I trust you?"
"Because I want to help you. Will you hold against me all that I've done to you if I now want to help you?"
I took him by the shoulders.
"Ryou, I'm sorry about it all. The day I insulted you, it was a very horrible day, but an even more horrible thing to do. Forgive me and don't make me have to hurt you. Take your medicine. Take it, or..."
Ryou's POV
"Take your medicine. Take it, or..."
"Or what?! I said brutally. "You are going to punish me?"
"It is not my wish to punish you, but I will do what I must to ensure your health. It's no longer for my own health. It's for yours."
I stared at him in wonder. My health? My health, not his? But what was going on? This was my tormentor, the person who told me I was fat. But then the truth hit me like a ton of bricks. He hadn't exactly *told* me I was fat. He'd just said I was being a pig. And I assumed too much. Not just that, but I threw my knowledge of his unpredictable mood swings to the air. All the personality quirks from him that I'd experienced and now I forget about it all? What was wrong with me? Was I losing it? Was it depression? What was wrong with me?! Perhaps it was the fact that my Yami sounded like Jack Torrance from "The Shining" and it was scaring me, but that only explained my behavior at the moment.
"This whole mess is my fault," I said. "I assumed too much."
My stomach was in so much pain, I could hardly bear it, but I couldn't trust anyone at the moment, not even my own sister.
"Ryou, just calm down and those nurses will make your pain go away."
"O...Okay," I conceded. I relaxed a bit and he pinned me softly down.
"I won't hurt you," he assured me.
The nurses attached me to an I.V. of liquid that I instantly recognized as ether. I yawned hugely after a few minutes and Yami released me.
"Get better soon. Or else," he told me playfully, putting one of his callused, worn hands on my forehead.
I nodded as I began to curl up into a catlike ball. I was asleep after two minutes.
And Viola! The eleventh chapter. And don't expect any new updates. I've just gotten in trouble, so I'm sorry to report that there will probably be a long period of nothing. However, that doesn't mean you can't still review. That means I'll come out of restriction to a lot of much needed love from my readers. Also, I'd just like to say that Ka Saraha is not totally my character. Her name belongs to someone else whose name I'll get up in the next chapter. As for her looks and personality and life story, that is mine, cuz I changed it from the way the other person did it.
Ch. 11 Take Your Medicine
Sakura's POV
It had been a mere hour since Ryou had been diagnosed with anorexia and rushed into the pediatrics intensive care unit, PICU for short. He had been moaning at the time, but that's all I knew. Now Yami Bakura, Malik, Ayari, Sarah and I were waiting tensely. The minutes seemed like their own eternity. My fingers drummed incessantly on the armrests of my chair.
Yami Bakura was a bit nervous, but he had a reason. Wearing the Ring, I could pick up on his feelings. Right now, he felt duty bound to protect me and Baku, but he also had feelings to his old lover, who'd just now shown up. It was confusing him incessantly, and I knew he hated being confused.
Malik sighed.
"Damn, it's cold in here."
"Shut-up! Ryou may die and all you can worry about is how cold it is?"
Malik muttered something in Ancient Egyptian and Yami Bakura snickered. That meant he'd uttered an insult.
"What the hell did you say?!" she shrieked.
"Nunya bizness, Ayari."
"Yami Bakura, tell me what he said."
"He said, 'Stop PMSing you bitch. Ra-damn it you're annoying.'"
"MALIK!!!!!"
"I must ask you to quiet down," the receptionist told them, "or take it outside."
"With pleasure."
Ayari dragged Malik outside by his ear, much to his displeasure. I chuckled for a moment, then Bakura's doctor came out.
"Is he...okay?" I asked with bated breath.
"He's lost a lot of weight, and at the moment, we can't determine if his condition is improving. He is vomiting, that much we can say, and having done that on an empty stomach, he's experiencing stomach spasms."
"Stomach spasms?"
"Yes. I imagine he's in a lot of pain, but the nurses are attempting to administer pain-killers. If he'd just stop squirming for a moment, it would help."
"He's fighting?"
"Yes. And he's fighting really hard."
"Let me see him. Maybe I can calm him down."
I turned to Yami Bakura in shock.
"Are you sure, Yami?"
"Quite."
Yami Bakura
I nodded to Sakura. This was my fault somehow. I could remember my thoughts from a few days ago. I was pining so much over Ka Saraha and my failed attempt to collect the Millennium Items and unlock dark powers. That was when I realized that in my quest for the items, I'd abandoned my wife and month-old son. Our son, Kiyoshi, I had abandoned him and Ka Saraha for hate. And in my burst of hate at this thought, I'd hurt and insulted Ryou, causing him to be angry at himself. I forced this disease on him. And I remembered my harsh words.
/Shit head! I'll make you eat! I'll possess you! /
I cringed as the doctor led me to my hikari's room. I could hear the screaming and the flailing.
"Leave me alone!! What are you trying to do?!?! OH, make the hurt go away!!"
As we walked in, I saw him bent over double, clutching his stomach. He empty-heaved for a moment, then began to scream again. He seemed to be in so much pain. It would have served me right if I could feel his pain. He was obviously being hurt by the stomach spasms the doctor spoke of.
"Y-Y-Yami?" he groaned. I grunted.
"Yeah. It's me."
I pinned him down with one arm effortlessly. I was temporarily mortal, but my old strength was more than enough to pin him down. He chomped on my hand.
"Hey!!"
I cried out in surprise more than pain.
"Let me alone. I hurt too much."
"Ryou, these are the nurses that are trying to help you. Just calm down and we'll fix everything..."
"Wh-why should I trust you?"
"Because I want to help you. Will you hold against me all that I've done to you if I now want to help you?"
I took him by the shoulders.
"Ryou, I'm sorry about it all. The day I insulted you, it was a very horrible day, but an even more horrible thing to do. Forgive me and don't make me have to hurt you. Take your medicine. Take it, or..."
Ryou's POV
"Take your medicine. Take it, or..."
"Or what?! I said brutally. "You are going to punish me?"
"It is not my wish to punish you, but I will do what I must to ensure your health. It's no longer for my own health. It's for yours."
I stared at him in wonder. My health? My health, not his? But what was going on? This was my tormentor, the person who told me I was fat. But then the truth hit me like a ton of bricks. He hadn't exactly *told* me I was fat. He'd just said I was being a pig. And I assumed too much. Not just that, but I threw my knowledge of his unpredictable mood swings to the air. All the personality quirks from him that I'd experienced and now I forget about it all? What was wrong with me? Was I losing it? Was it depression? What was wrong with me?! Perhaps it was the fact that my Yami sounded like Jack Torrance from "The Shining" and it was scaring me, but that only explained my behavior at the moment.
"This whole mess is my fault," I said. "I assumed too much."
My stomach was in so much pain, I could hardly bear it, but I couldn't trust anyone at the moment, not even my own sister.
"Ryou, just calm down and those nurses will make your pain go away."
"O...Okay," I conceded. I relaxed a bit and he pinned me softly down.
"I won't hurt you," he assured me.
The nurses attached me to an I.V. of liquid that I instantly recognized as ether. I yawned hugely after a few minutes and Yami released me.
"Get better soon. Or else," he told me playfully, putting one of his callused, worn hands on my forehead.
I nodded as I began to curl up into a catlike ball. I was asleep after two minutes.
And Viola! The eleventh chapter. And don't expect any new updates. I've just gotten in trouble, so I'm sorry to report that there will probably be a long period of nothing. However, that doesn't mean you can't still review. That means I'll come out of restriction to a lot of much needed love from my readers. Also, I'd just like to say that Ka Saraha is not totally my character. Her name belongs to someone else whose name I'll get up in the next chapter. As for her looks and personality and life story, that is mine, cuz I changed it from the way the other person did it.