Thank you for the reviews you guys! I feel kind of bad putting poor Kura through this but I must. Sorry! Well, here we go with the next chapter!

(Edit: I'm sorry guys. Okay, before I comprehended Bakura as Ryou and Ryou as Bakura for a long time and that's how I 'm adjusted. I wrote it like that but changed it before I put it up. I forgot to this time. Thanks for reminding me Eve!)

Chapter Eight: Guilt

"How bad is it?" Bakura asked the doctor quietly when he emerged from the room.

The doctor didn't respond immediately but took a few moments to jot down some notes on his clipboard. When he was done he replied, "He is in critical condition and is still being worked on. He has a broken arm and a splintered rib, along with various cuts and scraps on his arms and legs. And he is also in need of blood due to a gash in his midriff from the car and impact onto the ground."

"Can he get blood immediately?" Bakura asked and frowned deeply.

Putting the pen in his breast pocket the doctor said, "It's not that simple. We are currently under a blood shortage and we don't have enough blood in his blood type. We need a donor."

"I'll do it," Bakura answered and pointed to himself. "We're of the same blood type and I'm of good health."

Smiling at him and nodding the doctor said, "That's good. If you could just quickly follow me, I'll take you to do some tests and then to the blood donor room."

As he followed the doctor Bakura kept on a straight face. So much damage just because Ryou went and took the hit for him, when he really should have. It was a miracle he got out of it alive.

And it was all my fault, Bakura thought bitterly.

Rubbing his arm Bakura winced. Donating blood wasn't as easy as it looked. Sure he could take pain but he was never one to mess around with needles. But if it were for Ryou he would do again if he had to, even if the doctor said if he donated any more he would be unconscious for quite some time. More so because they had to give him a few other shots to make the blood cleaner due to the large amount of alcohol in his body.

Bakura was sitting in Ryou's room at the moment. The work was done but he was in a deep sleep. He had bandages across his body and his arm was in a cast. Ryou's face looked serene and calm, a look that very rarely came on in the same room Bakura was in. It did make him very happy to see that for at least a few hours he was in his own small happiness.

The thing that bothered Bakura the most was the thing that the doctor had told him after the work was finished.

Other than the bruises and scrapes he knew he had inflicted (which Bakura denied he knew they were about), there were numerous cut marks on both of Ryou's arms. Bakura knew he had not inflicted that much damage on him even if he was drunk. It was too precise and accurate to be from abuse.

The doctor's best guess was that Ryou had a problem with cutting himself.

Leaning back in his chair Bakura rubbed his eyes. Guilt upon guilt piled up on him like trash bags on a sidewalk. He had abused him, neglected him, got him in the hospital, made him cut himself, and so many other things. He had practically taken away Ryou's whole life.

The door suddenly burst open. In came Ryou's friends, Jonouchi, Honda, Anzu, Yugi, and Yami. They all rushed over to the bedside and began looking him over with worried expressions on their faces.

"Oh my gosh, how could this have happened?" Anzu said and bit her lower lip.

"Yeah, he's pretty banged up," Jonouchi commented in anxiety.

Bakura coughed a bit to make his presence known and he said, "A car hit him."

Honda eyes widened. "A car? How could a car hit him?"

When no answer came Yugi asked suddenly, "Hey, why are you here anyway?"

Shifting his eyes away from the staring faces Bakura answered silently, "What does that matter?"

"I bet he's the one who made him get hit," Jonouchi accused coldly with a glare. Honda seemed to agree and he glared at him as well.

In his own defense Bakura got to his feet with gritted teeth and glared at the two and said, "That's not true. It didn't happen that way."

"Then what did happen?" Yami asked him and gave him a hard, stern look.

Clenching a fist Bakura said nothing. What was he lying about? It happened that way and he knew it. Was he afraid of what they might say about it?

Biting down on his tongue Bakura tried to walk around the group but Jonouchi and Honda grabbed him by the arms before he could.

"We're not finished yet," Jonouchi said angrily.

"Answer us," Honda snarled. "What did you do to Ryou?"

Glaring with all the boiling anger he had in his body Bakura answered sharply, "You had best let me leave."

"Answer!"

"Why should I have to answer to you, nimrods?"

"ANSWER!"

"He did it for me!"

The room was silent and all eyes were on Bakura, who was shaking violently out of anger.

"He did it because he was so pathetic he had to go and push me out of the way of that car! It's his fault he got hit instead of me, not mine!"

The two's grip loosened in shock and Bakura took that chance to get out of there. He ran out of the room and down the hallways.

Running into a bathroom Bakura locked himself in a stall and leaned against the door. Covering his face with his hand he shook violently in his own mixed emotions.