I'm super sorry that I wasn't able to post a chapter a few days ago. I was out of town this weekend. I am trying to make up for it with a few more chapters that I can hopefully post in the next few days. Enjoy…sort of!

"He's going to kick my ass for this if he comes out of it alive…" Malik hastily pelted the snowman again and watched the snow splatter across the snow figure.

Ryou was standing outside of the double glass doors only a few feet behind Malik. He watched Malik as he took his rage out on the featureless snow man.

"I'm such an idiot!" Malik yelled, leaping into the air in a spinning motion and sending the head of the snowman flying at Ryou, but barely missing him. Malik was surprised to see Ryou standing. He lost his balance in falling back down to the ground, and ended up squishing the rest of snowman beneath him. "Ryou?"

The other hikari was staring straight at him, apparently unphazed by the decaptitated snowman's head coming at him only a moment ago. He padded forward to Malik and hovered over him looking kind of gloomy.

"What are you doing out here in the snow?" Malik inquired as he pushed himself up out of the snow, and began patting off the snow sticking to his clothing.

"Sorry to bother you…but I found out what happened to Mariku…"

"All right, what happened then?" Malik almost hissed.

"He has gashes and bruises all over his body."

"I knew it," Malik barely whispered as he collapsed back onto the remainders of his snowman. Ryou sighed and knelt down beside him in the snow. "And…" Ryou paused.

"Just say it…"

"He was raped…" Ryou said, then looking at the ground. Malik collapsed onto his lap and sobbed loudly. Ryou wrapped his arms tightly around Malik, and held him feeling his own tears wanting to break out. "There's more, Malik…."

"Great…its worse…"

"He has major head trauma. They think he was hit with something to knock him when he was supposedly raped. I...I am sorry…" Sorry was the only words he come up with at the moment, but it wasn't going to make everything all right just like that.

Malik looked up from Ryou's lap and looked like he was hungry for blood. "This is all your fault…" He whispered. "What did you say?" Ryou looked down at Malik almost confused. Suddenly, Malik tore from Ryou's lap and bolted into the hospital, down the white corridor towards Bakura's room. Ryou scrambled to his feet and ran after him.

When he ran into Bakura's hospital room, he saw Malik standing beside the bed and holding a pillow high over Bakura's head.

"Malik!"

The very pissed off hikari glanced over at the other who's alabster skin was stained with tears and his face was twisted into that of anger mixed with sadness. He approached Malik slowly, coming face-to-face with him. He wiped at Malik's tears with his soft and gentle hand.

Malik broke down further, dropping the pillow and clinging to Ryou who he cried on more. Ryou didn't hesitate to hold tightly to Malik and let him continue to cry as he comforted him.

"I can't do this anymore…" Malik stammered through his tears.

"Shh," Ryou calmed, "Don't say that…"

"I don't want to be here…"

"Where do you want to be then?" Ryou inquired in his soft and comforting tone that Bakura knew so well. Ryou was always there to comfort him when he was feeling his worst, even when Bakura was beating him. He took it just so Bakura could feel better.

"Anywhere…but not here…" Ryou removed Malik carefully from his waist and took tight hold of his hand. "Then we shall go somewhere else…" The palid-haired hikari strolled out of the room with the other in tow. Just as they were leaving the room, a loud crashing noise was heard down the noise. The lights above flickered wildly and the windows shattered. Malik blocked Ryou from the shards of broken glass flying at them.

Malik looked around and it seemed that there was no more glass breaking, and the lights were still flickering madly. He raced down the hallway and followed the sounds of screaming and struggling. He could sense something was wrong and it had something to do with his yami.

He tripped a fell, but regained his footing and scrambled down a new hallway as the sounds were becoming more loud. Just as Malik was coming down the hallway, a large piece of machinery was hurled out of the room and its wires were sparking with life and energy. Malik skidded to a sudden stop and fell down onto the hard tile. He stared wide-eyed at the machinery that could have crushed him. "Mariku?" The nurses in the room were struggling to restrain his violent movements seeing as he was injured to some extent.

The same doctor Ryou had spoken to earlier crawled out of the room looking quite traumatized by what was happening. He took cover near the wall and tried to take a few deep breaths. He glanced over and caught sight of Malik sitting in front of the destroyed hunk of metal. "Hey you! You may want to back off! You could get hurt!" The injured doctor yelled to the stunned Malik.

Ryou caught up to Malik and helped him up off of the floor. "Are you all right, Malik!" The frantic male inquired as he looked him over. "I'm fine." Malik looked back at the doctor and knelt down beside him.

The white-coated figure had blood-stains all over his once white jacket and it was torn in various places. The man took off his glasses and looked them over. One of the lenses was blown out and the other scratched several times to the point that he could barely see through it.

"What's going on here?" Malik yelled at the doctor. "You're friend is awake, and he is destroying everything…somehow…" The doctor said still unsure of how all of this was happening. Malik gave Ryou an "I told you so" look, which he ignored.

Just then, Mariku came storming out of the room with all sorts of broken wires hanging from his body, some dripping with liquid. "Malik!" He yelled looking furious with his hikari. " What the hell am I doing here?"

Malik looked at him curiously. "You know who I am?" Mariku glared at him sort of wide-eyed and his jaw dropped just the slightest. His fist clenched tightly at his sides and his arms straightened out stiffly. "What the-? Of course I know who the hell you are, you lazy ass hole!" He blew up in Malik's face.

Both Ryou and Malik exchanged shocked looks and returned their wide eyes to Mariku. "I would like to leave, now!" Mariku ordered.

The doctor rose to his feet and leaned against the wall for support. "You can't leave! You're still injured and it is my job to make sure you get well!" He shouted.

"I'll do whatever the hell I want…" Mariku growled at the doctor. As soon as he turned his back, the doctor grabbed a needle and injected something into Mariku's arm which knocked him out just as he was going to return the favor to the doctor. Mariku collapsed in a heap on the floor and was out cold.

"Good god. I had better get a big bonus for this…" The exhausted doctor gave orders for Mariku to be removed from the hallway and taken to an available room with restraints used, of course. He dragged his aching body to his office to get cleaned up.

Two of the muscle bound male nurses dragged Mariku's limp body to an unoccupied room just as they were ordered and he was put into the new bed with leather restraints on his wrists and ankles.

Malik rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "Well, he's back…"

"I noticed." Ryou replied.

Malik and Ryou started back down the ravaged hallway holding eachothers hands. "Ryou, I think you should go back to sit with Bakura…I'll be here with Mariku.."

"Are you sure?"

"I should be fine. He is knocked out after all and he can't do much to me like that." Malik said jokingly. Ryou giggled a little and went on his way. Malik walked into the room where Mariku had been taken and took a seat next to his bed. "I'm glad you're back." He whispered as he silently sat and stared.

It wasn't long after the struggle he had made, that Mariku broke out of his unconscious state and found himself strapped to the bed with Malik sitting quietly nearby with a magazine in hand. "I'm glad to see that you are awake, Mariku…" He commented without looking away from his magazine.

"It feels like the sphyx collapsed on my head." Mariku tried to bring his hand to his head and recalled the restraints which he had quickly forgotten. "What the hell am I still doing in this place? I told you that I wanted to leave." He hissed at Malik.

"You are still injured…being here a while longer won't kill you. Once you are well, we can all leave."

"All? What the fuck do you mean by that?"

Malik closed the magazine and set it aside on the small table near Mariku's bed. "Ryou and Bakura are here as well." Mariku attempted sitting up but the restraints simple would not allow it. The tricky egyptian's hand became translucent and he slipped it up through the restraints, then he unfastened all of the other restraints.

"Why are they here?" He looked sternly at his hikari and sat up in the bed.

"It's a long story that should be saved for later…"

Mariku looked at his hikari queerly and laid back down, heaving a sigh and looking up at the ceiling. Malik stood from his chair and walked towards the door. He informed Mariku of where he was going before he left.

Malik quietly slipped into Bakura's room and saw asleep with his head laying nicely on Bakura's lap. He padded over to Ryou and tapped on his shoulder lightly. "Ryou…" He whispered. The young hikari stirred just a little bit, but did not wake. Malik repeated his actions and leaned down next to him. "Ryou." He whispered again. The others eyes slowly opened and peered around. Malik smiled warmly at him as he sat up.

"What's wrong, Malik?" He rubbed his tired eyes and stretched. "Nothing…" He pulled a chair over from the corner and took a seat next to Ryou. "I just wanted to say thanks."

"For what?" Ryou whispered.

"For sticking by me." Malik lightly blushed and glanced away.

"Its not a problem, Malik."

"I know, but I appreciate it…" He leaned over to Ryou and softly kissed him on his warm lips. Ryou had no objections and stayed it. Malik snickered and pulled out of the kiss slowly. "What's so funny?" Ryou said sounding offended. "It's been a while since I've been this horny." He admitted and continued to snicker. Ryou looked away and began to blush.

Malik advanced on him for another kiss with more passion backing it up this time. Ryou was somewhat surprised, but moaned out softly. Malik again pulled back, realizing that he was still in Bakura's room; Ryou realized the same. "I'm sorry…I know better than that." Malik appologized.

"Its not a problem," Ryou assured. Malik looked at Bakura and then back at Ryou. "Come with me." Malik stood and held out his hand to Ryou. The pallid-haired hikari glanced back at Bakura with unsure eyes and then looked back at Malik, putting his hand in the other's extended one.

Malik led him down to the quietest and darkest room he could find and locked the door behind them. Gently, he backed Ryou up against the edge of the bed and eased him down on the clean white sheets.

Malik's lips were magnatized to Ryou's jaw. He hadn't wasted any time in climbing onto the other and was already working on the button and zipper of his black jeans. Ryou was too busy moaning to notice that Malik was having some difficulty undoing his jeans.

Malik smirked and Ryou's eyes went wide as he felt a cold hand slip under the fabric of his jeans. Ryou giggled uncontrolably, then his eyes began to tear up, and then he felt rather angry for some strange reason. All of these emotions flowed through him, and he didn't even realize it was happening. He moaned lightly in Malik's ear which gave the other the greatest pleasure.

"Can't you keep your pants on for give god damn minutes?" A very familiar voice sounded in the darkness from behind Malik and Ryou. "Go away, Mariku. We're busy." Ryou was being even more of a tomatoe, and Malik now annoyed that his Yami had broken in on his private time with his own lover.

"Whatever…" Mariku said with lack of interest in what Malik had to say at the moment. "Where is Bakura?"

"A few…a few rooms down from this one…." Ryou tried to spill as Malik continued to touch him in the most delicate of places. He continued to kiss Ryou's neck without caring that Mariku was still standing there and watching with disgust. The darker of the two blonde's rolled his eyes and sped out of the room before the sight of the two lovers could make him sick.

The hallway was very cold since Mariku had broken the windows and the staff was still trying to block the chilled air from entering the hospital. The yami passed by several open and closed doors before he finally came to Bakura's assigned room. He peeked around the corner and into the room and saw that Bakura looked to be asleep as far as he knew.

He padded into the room and closed the door quietly behind him, then proceeding to approach the bed with his eyes focused on the other egyptian. He couldn't help, but think that Bakura was even the hottest thing on the planet and in this condition.

Bakura moaned out slightly, which was sure sign that he was definitely alive and in pain. Mariku grabbed for a small remote with a single button which he pressed to release the given dose of mophin into the i.v. leading to Bakura's arm.

"I knew something was wrong, I could feel it…." Mariku whispered and ran his fingers through Bakura's long white tendrils. The tomb keeper glanced down at Bakura's bandaged arm and noticed that it had bled through some. "Look what you've done…I ordered you to discontinue cutting yourself."

"Actually, it wasn't me…it was you." Bakura whispered and opened his eyes some. Mariku stared at him strangely and sat back in the chair pulled up the side of his bed. Bakura sat up slowly, appearing to be really sore, and leaned back against the pillow on his bed.

"Me?" Mariku questioned Bakura who nodded. Mariku looked at his bandaged arm, "I wouldn't do this to you."

Bakura sighed and dropped his head slightly with a shaking movement added for affect. "You had amnesia…after that branch fell on you. And a while after that accident, well more like a few hours ago, you stabbed me. I don't even get why you did it." Bakura explained to his best.

Mariku smiled at first and then followed it up with hysterical laughter. He was nearly brought to tears because he was laughing so hard. "Yeah right. I think the drugs have made you crazy," Mariku teased and continued to laugh, wiping furiously at his watering eyes.

"I'm not crazy, and you did stab me. Like I said, you had amnesia and I don't expect you to remember that you did do this to me."

"I'm not careless and stupid enough to get amnesia….stop playing around. The joke isn't funny anymore."

"This isn't a joke, Mariku. You were stupid enough to get smacked upside the head by a rock that was hidden under the snow you ass hole." Bakura sneered.

"Okay…I get the joke…just stop." Mariku tried to calm him.

"It's not a fucking joke!"

"Shut up!" Mariku screamed. Bakura glared at him for a moment and began to pull the wires from his arms. "I don't have time to fuck around with you." He climbed out of bed and walked over to the small cabinet where new clothes had been set aside for later when Bakura was meant to leave.

He quickly and carefully dressed so that Mariku wouldn't get any stupid ideas while they were there in the same room with one another. He pulled on his long black trench coat and glanced back at Mariku with the same angry gaze. "If you will excuse me, I'm going to leave this damn hospital."

Mariku looked at him ever so sadly and looked back at the i.v. dripping blood from his transfusion which had not yet been completed. "Are you sure you are all right?" He inquired with concern heavy on his already saddened tone.

"I am just fine." Bakura retorted.

Mariku cast his eyes aside, "Do you want me to come with you…?" He inquired in a smallish tone. "I don't care…" Bakura said aloud but was thinking, "Yes, I do."

"I'll go find something to wear." Mariku left the room and wandered the frigid hallways until he found a table with different colored scrubs neatly folded in several piles. Mariku grabbed the violet colored scrubs, which had caught his fancy, and took them back to Bakura's room to change in the small bathroom there. As he was dressing he felt some sort of sharp pain in the lower half of his body, but ignored it and continued to dress.

Mariku walked out of the small bathroom and looked over to Bakura who was standing quietly by the window and was glancing out over the city. "Bakura?" Mariku spoke up. The tomb robber looked back at him with a very sexy, but stern look about him. "What is it?" Bakura said rather roughly. Mariku wanted to tell Bakura about the sharp pain, but it was gone now and Mariku thought nothing more of it. "Nothing…I'm ready to go."

Bakura walked out of the room and glanced down the now empty hallway before actually leaving his room with Mariku in tow. The tomb keeper felt another sharp pain, but it was less than the other, which he too ignored and ran after Bakura to catch up to him.

Mariku walked at a steady pace just a short of stepping on the back of Bakura's shoes. He had his arms pressed over his stomach and he was a more pale color than usual. Bakura glanced back at him, "What is it?"

"Hm? What?" Mariku replied realizing that he was being spoken to. "You don't look well? What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing is wrong." Mariku replied and dropped his arms from his stomach. "No, there is something wrong and you aren't telling me." Bakura inferred and stopped in his tracks. Feeling unusually kind, Bakura asked Mariku if he needed a hand and extended his limb. "What do I need a hand with? I'm just fine."

Mariku walked by Bakura without watching where he was going and ran into a metal table parked in the hallway. Several small packaged medical tools fell from the table as Mariku scrambled to stay standing.

Bakura rolled his eyes and grabbed him so that he would stop making a mess and stop making noise. "Whoops…" Mariku said quietly and clung to Bakura's chest as he tried to steady his legs which suddenly felt like giving out. "I think I'll just carry you out…"

Just as Bakura had gotten Mariku onto his back, two of the male nurses turned the corner sharply and sighted the two patients wandering the halls. "We have company. Hold on tightly to my jacket." Bakura darted off down the hallway a ways before he leapt out of one of the broken windows and made a mad dash for the streets.

With ease, Bakura was able to get ahead of the nurses, and was finally out of their sight. He set Mariku down on the sidewalk and tried to steady him on his feet. He then pivoted and started walking down the street. Mariku ran up beside him and walked next to him quietly.

Bakura tucked his hands into his pockets and heaved a hard sigh. He then glanced over at the very quiet Mariku who's arms were again wrapped around his stomach. "Where are we going then?"

Mariku felt the same small and mysterious pain as before. He paused for a moment then kept walking with a pinched look on his face. Bakura knew that Mariku would deny his obvious pains and thought that he would wait for Mariku to come to him. "Let's just go to your house…" Mariku answered quietly. Bakura nodded and continued to walk.

I shall leave you there . Hope you somewhat enjoyed this chapter. I'm sorry its so long and that it took so long to write. Please review.