Disclaimer: I do not own YGO. I do own my original characters, which I swear on Bakura's millennium ring that they are indeed my original creations.
Note: I apologize for the shortness of the chapter, but i am not feeling too well today.
Chapter Eight: The Truth Begins to Unravel
A total of five days had passed since they realized who the other was. Nothing eventful happened, and Bakura never showed his face. They had shared with one another the real truth about their lives, and Crescent had shared her new poem.
Crescent awake to the sound of voices. One was harsh, the other was sympathetic.
"What the hell do you mean, we only have enough tools for one operation? We have two sixteen-year-olds in dire need for it!" the harsh one said.
She sat up, and looked through the fog-glass window at two figures. One was tall and thin, the other shorter and gangly.
"Well, whichever of them is more important, has more money, and could make something of themselves should take the operation," the sympathetic one reasoned.
She gasped. They were talking about Ryou and herself. 'Only one operation? That means one of us. . .will loose a limb,' she thought.
"The boy could get the operation. But, the young lady is way too far into the stages. If she doesn't have the operation, she'll die. I'd hate to tell her that." The harsh voice said, and through the window, the tall, thin man looked down at the floor.
"That is why you won't tell her until he is operated on and has left the hospital. Then she can die slowly, or we could 'accidentally' put too much anesthesia on her. I checked her records, she has no family, no money, and she technically shouldn't have the operation. I mean, the girl has a doctor overseas paying for it. she'll only work near forever to get it back after. So what's the point?" the sympathetic voice turned into a colder voice in seconds.
Crescent couldn't listen anymore. Her arm throbbed and her head spun. She soon fell into unconsciousness.
"Good Morning, Crescent," Ryou smiled. He began eating his egg and bacon omlette.
"Morning, yes. Good, no." (my personal quote) she replied, grumpily, reaching for her fruit salad. All throughout the breakfast, she refused to talk.
One day later:
"Crescent, are you alright? You've been rather silent since yesterday morning. Did I do something?" asked Ryou at breakfast the next day.
"No I'm not alright. The doctor doesn't give a shit about me," Crescent felt tears well up in her eyes, but she held them down. 'I CANNOT cry. After all, what'll Ryou say when I die? That I cried, and then died?'
"Crescent?" Ryou gasped.
All Crescent saw were coloured dancing lights over a white-light background before slipping into unconsciousness yet again.
Ryou panicked and called the doctor right away.
"Ryou, there's nothing I can do."