[Kitty: Again, don't own song lyrics.]
Chapter Three: Sickness
Marik saw much of Kara throughout the nights to come, and he loved having her arrive to comfort and give him advice after a long day of memorizing hieroglyphs and Egyptian legends.
They became best friends easily, and neither of the children's parents had found out a thing about their night meetings.
One night, three years after the exact day the two met, however, Kara did not show up. Marik grew worried, and decided to find her himself.
He looked under his bed, and found the secret passageway between his room and Kara's home; the Priests' tombs.
He crawled into the opening (which wasn't extremely easy; Kara was much smaller than he was) and found himself in the middle of a hallway.
'Shit,' Marik thought to himself, 'How on earth am I supposed to find Kara's room?!'
Marik stood, and looked in the first room. It was Zania and Thestral's room. He quickly closed the door and looked in another.
It was the room where the keepers kept their scrolls and supplies. Marik growled under his breath.
Suddenly, he heard a soft cough. Marik opened the door of the room across the way and looked inside, and found Kara in a bed.
"Kara?" Marik whispered, closing the door behind him as he walked over to her bed.
Kara looked up at him, but her eyes were half-mast.
"Marik?" she said, her voice sounding very hoarse.
"Yeah, it's me."
She relaxed slightly.
"I'm so sorry," she croaked, "I couldn't come, I-I'm sick.."
"How sick?" asked Marik, sounding slightly concerned.
She coughed again.
"Pretty sick. I was just diagnosed with it today. The Priest Keeper Doctor came and said I have typhoid fever."
"What's that?"
"It's a disease from contaminated drinking water," explained Kara in a croaky voice, "It's pretty deadly. My parents are trying to keep their distance from me."
"Kara," said Marik, now sounding worried, "Isn't there any hope for survival?"
"Very little," said Kara, closing her eyes, "But don't worry about me, Marik, even if I do die, destiny will guide me."
"If destiny is going to take away my best friend, then I don't like it!" snapped Marik, folding his arms and looking away.
Kara tried to sit up, and half-did. She put her hand on his shoulder.
"Marik.." Marik looked at her as if he was about to cry and they hugged each other.
"I don't want to lose you, Kara," he whispered in her ear.
Kara looked at him. A few tears were trickling down his cheeks. She wiped them away with her hand.
"Don't cry, Marik," she said hoarsely, "You're the strongest person I know, I need you to be strong, for me and for you."
Marik smiled, but tears still kept falling.
"If you say so," he muttered.
Kara nodded, then went into a coughing fit, and turned away from Marik as to not spread her germs. Finally she ceased, and lay back on her pillows.
"Marik?"
"Hmm?"
"Can you promise me something?"
"Anything."
"When I die--"
"IF you die."
"Right. IF I die, promise that you won't forget me."
"Forget?" Marik repeated, a smile appearing on his face, "Oh, I could never forget you. Never."
Kara smiled. "And in the after-life, I'll think of you every day until we meet again." Marik smiled back, and wiped his fresh tears away.
They hugged again. "Just stay alive as long as you can," Marik whispered in her ear. "I shall," Kara whispered back.
And with that, Marik went out of the room, down the hall, through the passageway and into bed. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kara was sick for two days and two nights, with very little treatment, because the doctor was nervous to get near her for fear of catching it.
Marik finally decided to take things into his own hands. If the doctor wasn't going to help her, he would.
He grabbed one of Ishizu's study books, and turned to the section on healing.
The topic was rather advanced, for his sister was studying it, but Marik was determined to save Kara at all costs.
He turned to the section on "Typhoid Fever" and read:
'To heal:
Boil tealeaves in water for about an hour. Pour the mixture into a small bowl, and use the pestle to grind the rest on the leaves so that the mixture is a liquid. Add a drop of alcohol to the liquid, and then mix well. Give the infected, and in a hour, they shall be healed.'
Marik knew where to get the ingredients. Ishizu always kept a small bowl and a pestle for her work, and she always drank tea instead of water or wine like the others.
Marik also knew he could get the alcohol from his father's cupboard, in secret of course, Mr. Ishtar wouldn't let any son of his near a drop of alcohol, even if he was a drunkard himself.
Marik climbed on top of a stool, and grabbed Ishizu's bowl and pestle from a shelf, then looked for the tea.
He found a green box at the back of the shelf, toward the wall, which, he found, was full of tealeaves. He grabbed a handful of them, and got down from the stool.
Loneliness
Is a place that I know well,
It's the distance between us,
And the space inside ourselves.
And emptiness
Is the chattering in your head
It's the call of the living,
And the race from life to death.
Whoa, and I know
Yeah, and I know
What you feel.
-Annie Lennox, 'Loneliness'
Chapter Three: Sickness
Marik saw much of Kara throughout the nights to come, and he loved having her arrive to comfort and give him advice after a long day of memorizing hieroglyphs and Egyptian legends.
They became best friends easily, and neither of the children's parents had found out a thing about their night meetings.
One night, three years after the exact day the two met, however, Kara did not show up. Marik grew worried, and decided to find her himself.
He looked under his bed, and found the secret passageway between his room and Kara's home; the Priests' tombs.
He crawled into the opening (which wasn't extremely easy; Kara was much smaller than he was) and found himself in the middle of a hallway.
'Shit,' Marik thought to himself, 'How on earth am I supposed to find Kara's room?!'
Marik stood, and looked in the first room. It was Zania and Thestral's room. He quickly closed the door and looked in another.
It was the room where the keepers kept their scrolls and supplies. Marik growled under his breath.
Suddenly, he heard a soft cough. Marik opened the door of the room across the way and looked inside, and found Kara in a bed.
"Kara?" Marik whispered, closing the door behind him as he walked over to her bed.
Kara looked up at him, but her eyes were half-mast.
"Marik?" she said, her voice sounding very hoarse.
"Yeah, it's me."
She relaxed slightly.
"I'm so sorry," she croaked, "I couldn't come, I-I'm sick.."
"How sick?" asked Marik, sounding slightly concerned.
She coughed again.
"Pretty sick. I was just diagnosed with it today. The Priest Keeper Doctor came and said I have typhoid fever."
"What's that?"
"It's a disease from contaminated drinking water," explained Kara in a croaky voice, "It's pretty deadly. My parents are trying to keep their distance from me."
"Kara," said Marik, now sounding worried, "Isn't there any hope for survival?"
"Very little," said Kara, closing her eyes, "But don't worry about me, Marik, even if I do die, destiny will guide me."
"If destiny is going to take away my best friend, then I don't like it!" snapped Marik, folding his arms and looking away.
Kara tried to sit up, and half-did. She put her hand on his shoulder.
"Marik.." Marik looked at her as if he was about to cry and they hugged each other.
"I don't want to lose you, Kara," he whispered in her ear.
Kara looked at him. A few tears were trickling down his cheeks. She wiped them away with her hand.
"Don't cry, Marik," she said hoarsely, "You're the strongest person I know, I need you to be strong, for me and for you."
Marik smiled, but tears still kept falling.
"If you say so," he muttered.
Kara nodded, then went into a coughing fit, and turned away from Marik as to not spread her germs. Finally she ceased, and lay back on her pillows.
"Marik?"
"Hmm?"
"Can you promise me something?"
"Anything."
"When I die--"
"IF you die."
"Right. IF I die, promise that you won't forget me."
"Forget?" Marik repeated, a smile appearing on his face, "Oh, I could never forget you. Never."
Kara smiled. "And in the after-life, I'll think of you every day until we meet again." Marik smiled back, and wiped his fresh tears away.
They hugged again. "Just stay alive as long as you can," Marik whispered in her ear. "I shall," Kara whispered back.
And with that, Marik went out of the room, down the hall, through the passageway and into bed. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kara was sick for two days and two nights, with very little treatment, because the doctor was nervous to get near her for fear of catching it.
Marik finally decided to take things into his own hands. If the doctor wasn't going to help her, he would.
He grabbed one of Ishizu's study books, and turned to the section on healing.
The topic was rather advanced, for his sister was studying it, but Marik was determined to save Kara at all costs.
He turned to the section on "Typhoid Fever" and read:
'To heal:
Boil tealeaves in water for about an hour. Pour the mixture into a small bowl, and use the pestle to grind the rest on the leaves so that the mixture is a liquid. Add a drop of alcohol to the liquid, and then mix well. Give the infected, and in a hour, they shall be healed.'
Marik knew where to get the ingredients. Ishizu always kept a small bowl and a pestle for her work, and she always drank tea instead of water or wine like the others.
Marik also knew he could get the alcohol from his father's cupboard, in secret of course, Mr. Ishtar wouldn't let any son of his near a drop of alcohol, even if he was a drunkard himself.
Marik climbed on top of a stool, and grabbed Ishizu's bowl and pestle from a shelf, then looked for the tea.
He found a green box at the back of the shelf, toward the wall, which, he found, was full of tealeaves. He grabbed a handful of them, and got down from the stool.
Loneliness
Is a place that I know well,
It's the distance between us,
And the space inside ourselves.
And emptiness
Is the chattering in your head
It's the call of the living,
And the race from life to death.
Whoa, and I know
Yeah, and I know
What you feel.
-Annie Lennox, 'Loneliness'