The Day I Got Sick
"Lay down!" Shouted Bakura getting fed up with me for disobeying his wishes.
"But Bakura!" I moaned.
"No 'buts' you are to stay in bed, relax and let me take care of you!" he said resolutely.
Suddenly I had a feeling of foreboding and started to thrash around trying to get up. All the while shouting "No way! If you take care of me, I'll either end up in the hospital, worse than I already am or dead! I'm out of here!" I finally got untangled from the sheets and was about to run to the door, but alas I was forcefully pushed back onto the bed by Bakura. I was then scooped up in his arms and placed in his lap with him stroking my hair causing me to slacken against his body.
He started to softly sing in my ear creating a languorous atmosphere. 'How absurd! What happened to the evil, non-gentle, completely barbaric, insane, idiotic psychopathic jerk I usually live with?' I thought right before I fell asleep.
For the whole week I was sick and Bakura took care of me by getting me some food, lulling me to sleep with his soft songs. I went to school on Monday, but I wished I was sick more often.