I knew from the start things were gonna be hazy as far as anorexia really goes...Mina-Chan told me I did it a little off, and I'm glad. I wont mess up again. Thanks. But I suppose it is a little late in the game to change everything the right way, and I knew I'd get it wrong somewhere. But at least the story was good, right? Right? Positive back up, please?! Never mind...
Ch. 19: The Tables Have Turned
Yami Bakura's POV
Is this what it feels like to be very sick? It doesn't feel good. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to cheer Malik up when he was sick; not if I knew it was gonna hurt me would I have done it...
Ouch. Pain.
I can't breathe. Every time I try, there's a weird rattling noise in my chest and I can't do it. Now they're putting a nasty mask on my face and sticking needles in my arm.
"Emergency...Pneumonia...Critical..." is what I could make out. I coughed violently. The mask was bothering the hell out of me. How could anything so annoying do any good? I clawed at the mask weakly with my left hand as they put something...pinchy...on my right first finger.
"Mmph," I tried to growl. They suppressed my hand and pushed it from the mask.
"Don't touch it, Yami. It's there to help you breathe."
I groaned in annoyance. 'Leave me alone, Ryou,' I think to myself.
My hair is still sticky hot from being blow-dried. I hate lying flat on a bed. I think the idiot doctors call this thing a gurney. I struggled to turn on my side, but they hold me down.
"Don't move," Bakura tells me.
"Let me shove this gurney up your ass and tell you not to move..." I muttered, almost incoherently.
Damn finger pinching thing!! I curled my fingers slowly—weakly—and tried to yank the thing off...
"That's...pulse-ox meter...don't...off..." I heard the doctor say.
The sticky air in the mask made me start coughing again, and this time, I couldn't stop for a long time. I was sooo weak.
"I hate...being weak...unh..."
I felt myself go unconscious.
Ryou's POV
He was being impossible! Anything he could fiddle with, he did! First he started clawing at his oxygen mask, then he tried to turn on the gurney. And he insulted me for telling him not to move before he started trying to pull his pulse-ox meter off!
"Ryou..." Sakura said contradictingly, picking up on my feelings.
"Don't give me that patronizing tone," Bakura said as he jogged alongside the gurney. "He's being a git and a half!"
"And how do you feel when you're extremely ill?" she countered.
I swallowed. She was correct.
"Okay, so I act like a git and a half. He ought to have gotten the point before this..."
At that moment, Yami Bakura burst into a serious coughing fit. He didn't stop for about three or four minutes, then he moaned something.
"I hate...being weak...unh..."
I gulped nervously as he went unconscious. He can't die...
Sakura and I stopped, totally winded.
"We'll call with news soon!" the doctor told us.
Yami Bakura's POV (Two hours later)
I opened my eyes. Duh.
Man, I was dead beat tired. My chest felt all wishy-washy. Come to think of it, it'd felt that way for a while after that bath. A little before, actually.
My eyelids could not stay open, so I let them close, though I was awake. I breathed heavily and gasped as I felt a strange airy sensation. There was a tube going down my throat, probably down to my lungs. I shuddered. Suddenly, I heard the door open and someone walked in. I couldn't talk, so ill was I, plus that Ra-damned tube...
"Hey, Yami."
'Oh, it's Ryou. Hi, Ryou.'
"I don't know if you can hear me...I suppose if you can, I should just talk..."
'I can hear you! I can!'
"I remember how you took care of me, Yami, when I was in the hospital. And now that you're sick, I'm assuming the role of 'concerned hikari' and staying by your side. You probably won't remember this, even if you are listening. Hmm...I just want you to know you're really sick, on life support and all, and you could die, but I won't let that happen, so you shouldn't worry. You're my friend. Friends stick together."
'Wow, you sound like Tèa. Stop it!'
"Wow, I sound like Tèa, I should stop it."
I thought of using our mind-link, but I hadn't the strength to open it up.
"But anyway, just get better soon."
My eyes were still closed even as Ryou brushed my bangs away.
'I'm glad you're here, weakling...' I thought before I really went to sleep.
A Day Later
A day's worth of antibiotics and a humidifier had cleared up the liquid in my chest. That's what Sakura told me was making me sick. Apparently, due to my horrid immune system, that stomach flu had turned into pneumonia in no time flat. Weird conversion, but hey, I'm a yami. Weird follows me around like the pharaoh after one of my tomb robbing jobs.
'Can I go home yet?' I pouted on paper. That tube was still in my chest, so I had to write my thoughts. The words were in hieroglyphs. Oops. I switched to a sloppy English scrawl.
"Not yet, Yami," Sakura told me.
'I'M NOT YOUR YAMI!!'
"Look, just hold on. The doctors said they'd remove the tube in a few minutes, then after a checkup, we can go. Okay?"
'Fine.'
I hoped they put me higher than the Russian Space Station used to be before they removed that tube. I don't want to feel it. And I like morphine. Heh, heh.
"Okay, then," the doctor said, walking in and checking his clipboard. I quickly wrote him a quirky message.
'LET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!! I'M BETTER, OKAY?!'
I lifted the notepad weakly and he read.
"You may leave as soon as I remove this tube. Just don't get into any strenuous activity, alright? You could have a relapse.
Relapse my ass; I'm getting out of this body as soon as I can. It's been way too long without my trusty yami immortality.
Just like I hoped, he put me on medication and then removed that Ra- forsaken tube. It made me feel extremely tickly and nauseous, but the giddy feeling in me suppressed the other feelings.
"Come on, Yami. You were so anxious to get home. As soon as we get there, I'll set up the humidifier and you can rest," Ryou told me.
I laughed at the thought in my head.
"I'm gonna rest...on that crappy couch...down in Dixie!!" I sang retardedly. Did I care if I was being a dolt? I think not. Morphine is fun!!
So, the idiot is back to being an idiot, only worse. Who else found this funny?? Last chapter is coming up, so pour on some nice reviews to finish this thing up. I actually didn't expect more than fifteen reviews and I've almost gotten forty. Coolies! Anyway, check for the last chapter every once in a while. It'll be up soon!! (By the way, the Dixie thing was from The Haunted Mansion, the morphine thing was from Jurassic Park as the book, and the gurney thing was from Evolution. Don't own nothing on 'em.)
Ch. 19: The Tables Have Turned
Yami Bakura's POV
Is this what it feels like to be very sick? It doesn't feel good. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to cheer Malik up when he was sick; not if I knew it was gonna hurt me would I have done it...
Ouch. Pain.
I can't breathe. Every time I try, there's a weird rattling noise in my chest and I can't do it. Now they're putting a nasty mask on my face and sticking needles in my arm.
"Emergency...Pneumonia...Critical..." is what I could make out. I coughed violently. The mask was bothering the hell out of me. How could anything so annoying do any good? I clawed at the mask weakly with my left hand as they put something...pinchy...on my right first finger.
"Mmph," I tried to growl. They suppressed my hand and pushed it from the mask.
"Don't touch it, Yami. It's there to help you breathe."
I groaned in annoyance. 'Leave me alone, Ryou,' I think to myself.
My hair is still sticky hot from being blow-dried. I hate lying flat on a bed. I think the idiot doctors call this thing a gurney. I struggled to turn on my side, but they hold me down.
"Don't move," Bakura tells me.
"Let me shove this gurney up your ass and tell you not to move..." I muttered, almost incoherently.
Damn finger pinching thing!! I curled my fingers slowly—weakly—and tried to yank the thing off...
"That's...pulse-ox meter...don't...off..." I heard the doctor say.
The sticky air in the mask made me start coughing again, and this time, I couldn't stop for a long time. I was sooo weak.
"I hate...being weak...unh..."
I felt myself go unconscious.
Ryou's POV
He was being impossible! Anything he could fiddle with, he did! First he started clawing at his oxygen mask, then he tried to turn on the gurney. And he insulted me for telling him not to move before he started trying to pull his pulse-ox meter off!
"Ryou..." Sakura said contradictingly, picking up on my feelings.
"Don't give me that patronizing tone," Bakura said as he jogged alongside the gurney. "He's being a git and a half!"
"And how do you feel when you're extremely ill?" she countered.
I swallowed. She was correct.
"Okay, so I act like a git and a half. He ought to have gotten the point before this..."
At that moment, Yami Bakura burst into a serious coughing fit. He didn't stop for about three or four minutes, then he moaned something.
"I hate...being weak...unh..."
I gulped nervously as he went unconscious. He can't die...
Sakura and I stopped, totally winded.
"We'll call with news soon!" the doctor told us.
Yami Bakura's POV (Two hours later)
I opened my eyes. Duh.
Man, I was dead beat tired. My chest felt all wishy-washy. Come to think of it, it'd felt that way for a while after that bath. A little before, actually.
My eyelids could not stay open, so I let them close, though I was awake. I breathed heavily and gasped as I felt a strange airy sensation. There was a tube going down my throat, probably down to my lungs. I shuddered. Suddenly, I heard the door open and someone walked in. I couldn't talk, so ill was I, plus that Ra-damned tube...
"Hey, Yami."
'Oh, it's Ryou. Hi, Ryou.'
"I don't know if you can hear me...I suppose if you can, I should just talk..."
'I can hear you! I can!'
"I remember how you took care of me, Yami, when I was in the hospital. And now that you're sick, I'm assuming the role of 'concerned hikari' and staying by your side. You probably won't remember this, even if you are listening. Hmm...I just want you to know you're really sick, on life support and all, and you could die, but I won't let that happen, so you shouldn't worry. You're my friend. Friends stick together."
'Wow, you sound like Tèa. Stop it!'
"Wow, I sound like Tèa, I should stop it."
I thought of using our mind-link, but I hadn't the strength to open it up.
"But anyway, just get better soon."
My eyes were still closed even as Ryou brushed my bangs away.
'I'm glad you're here, weakling...' I thought before I really went to sleep.
A Day Later
A day's worth of antibiotics and a humidifier had cleared up the liquid in my chest. That's what Sakura told me was making me sick. Apparently, due to my horrid immune system, that stomach flu had turned into pneumonia in no time flat. Weird conversion, but hey, I'm a yami. Weird follows me around like the pharaoh after one of my tomb robbing jobs.
'Can I go home yet?' I pouted on paper. That tube was still in my chest, so I had to write my thoughts. The words were in hieroglyphs. Oops. I switched to a sloppy English scrawl.
"Not yet, Yami," Sakura told me.
'I'M NOT YOUR YAMI!!'
"Look, just hold on. The doctors said they'd remove the tube in a few minutes, then after a checkup, we can go. Okay?"
'Fine.'
I hoped they put me higher than the Russian Space Station used to be before they removed that tube. I don't want to feel it. And I like morphine. Heh, heh.
"Okay, then," the doctor said, walking in and checking his clipboard. I quickly wrote him a quirky message.
'LET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!! I'M BETTER, OKAY?!'
I lifted the notepad weakly and he read.
"You may leave as soon as I remove this tube. Just don't get into any strenuous activity, alright? You could have a relapse.
Relapse my ass; I'm getting out of this body as soon as I can. It's been way too long without my trusty yami immortality.
Just like I hoped, he put me on medication and then removed that Ra- forsaken tube. It made me feel extremely tickly and nauseous, but the giddy feeling in me suppressed the other feelings.
"Come on, Yami. You were so anxious to get home. As soon as we get there, I'll set up the humidifier and you can rest," Ryou told me.
I laughed at the thought in my head.
"I'm gonna rest...on that crappy couch...down in Dixie!!" I sang retardedly. Did I care if I was being a dolt? I think not. Morphine is fun!!
So, the idiot is back to being an idiot, only worse. Who else found this funny?? Last chapter is coming up, so pour on some nice reviews to finish this thing up. I actually didn't expect more than fifteen reviews and I've almost gotten forty. Coolies! Anyway, check for the last chapter every once in a while. It'll be up soon!! (By the way, the Dixie thing was from The Haunted Mansion, the morphine thing was from Jurassic Park as the book, and the gurney thing was from Evolution. Don't own nothing on 'em.)