Calmhorizon: Hi and welcome to the fifth chapter of Don't Go. Thank you to all my reviewers: Fuzzle, Maruken(), WolfBane2and Princess Of Mirrors. It least I know some people like this fic. So I dedicate this story to them, in the hope that they will carry on reviewing.

To the people who asked there is no connection between Ryou's Coma and Seto's disappearance. They are totally unrelated. And Ryou and Seto. But thanks to ideas from Fuzzle (she is one of my friends) something different than what was planned will happen to Mokuba. His angry letter to God is still going ahead in a later chapter.

So now, I will get on with the fic. Happy reading and I'll see you at the end.

Chapter Five

Blessed Be

A soft snow was falling as Malik walked the two miles to the hospital. Wrapped only in a thin coat he didn't mind the cold, he welcomed it; it matched his mood right now. He didn't know why he was feeling this way; maybe because he didn't know what to expect, maybe because he was afraid.

He looked up at the dark sky, he couldn't figure out how it could be so dark at this time, it wasn't even late.

Maybe it was too late for Ryou.

He arrived at Domino Bridge and stared into the water. He was suddenly reminded of what Ryou had said about seeing Seto there. Before he continued his journey, he made a promise into the wind. "Tomorrow, I'll go see Mokuba."

Shortly after, he stepped into the hospital and shivered at its warmth. Rubbing his hands together he stepped up to the front desk.

"Hello Sir, how may I help you?" said a perky receptionist.

"Er, hi, can you tell me where a Ryou Bakura is please?" The receptionist, whose name was Alison (Malik looked on her name tag) began pressing buttons on her computer keyboard. After about a minute she looked back up at him. "He's in intensive care. Take the elevator, and it's the fifth floor. Ok, sweetheart?" Malik nodded with a more than needed smile and made his way to the elevator.

Intensive care was totally different from what Malik was expecting. There weren't many people there but all of them were either crying, looking very silent and unhappy or comforting someone else. Such a macabre mood.

"Can I help you?" said a voice from behind him. Malik swung around on his heels to see a delightful Jamaican women smiling down at him. "Erm, I'm here to see Ryou Bakura."

"Oh yes, Ryou, he's in room 3187, go down the hall and it's the third on the right." Malik thanked the lady and strode off to find Ryou's room.

It didn't take him long, it was exactly where the lady had said. But there was someone else in the room.

"Oh, don't mind me. I'll be gone in a minute. I'm changing his Catheter."

"Catheter?" replied Malik puzzled.

"It drains fluids from the body, he still has to piss you know." Malik watched in part fascination, part horror, as the nurse finished her task, she was just about to leave when Malik said "He's gonna die, isn't he?"

"I don't know dear."

"Well, you must know, you're a nurse!" Malik was starting to get angry.

"I don't know dear, it all depends on whether his brain gets better." She reached the door when Malik spoke again.

"I don't want him to die," the nurse turned round and looked at him again. "It'd be like losing a part of myself. It's my fault he's in here, I could have done something. I could have saved his life. But I didn't. And now look at him, he's fifteen years old and he's hanging onto life by a thread." Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks and he buried his head into the duvet. The nurse walked out and left him crying. "Ryou," he wept "why did it have to be you? It could have been me, and I wouldn't a minded. I'd rather die than have to live without one of my best friends. Oh, this infuriating beeping!" And with that he drove his hand into one of the machines and sank back into the bed, crying even louder than before.

The nurse re-entered the room with a box of tissues and a glass of water. She handed them to him and he wiped he eyes. "I love him, y'know. As a best friend I love him and I can't bear to see him like this. Do y'know something? His own dad hasn't been able to see him yet. His own dad." The tears starting rolling again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you shouldn't see me like this."

"Oh, I've seen a lot worse than you, believe me." She got up and went over to the door, "Why don't you say a prayer for him, that sometimes helps." Then she went away.

"Yeah, yeah, a prayer, good idea." He straightened himself up and clasped is hands together. "Hi God," he began, "whatever you are. Please make Ryou get better, please don't make me feel guilty for the rest life. He doesn't deserve to die, God. Erm," he swallowed before speaking again, "first, he's a great friend. I still remember the day we first met. It was in kindergarten, and, I was in the sandbox eating an ice-cream. He came and sat down next to me. I must have had a spasm or something, I dunno, but I dropped my ice-cream in the sand, I was crying so loud I could wake the dead. And he have me his. And then I hit him in the head and we've been friends ever since. Second, he's too young to die and, and third, well, there isn't a third jus, please God, don't take away an innocent life. Not yet." Finally, in tears, he collapsed on the bed for the final time, and crying, slept.

Malik awoke to shaking. "Malik, Malik, visiting time's over, you have to go now." He opened his eyes, it was the nurse that had spoken to him earlier. "Can I come back tomorrow?"

"You can come back anytime you want."

Oh come on, you don't believe that, pretentious crap, do you? It's an act, he has to show that he still cares about you so you don't get suspicious, but it's all an act. Praying won't help where you're gonna go. Everything seems so bad for you. Your room is so empty. Other people have family around them all day and all night. Heck, none of your visitors have stayed over an hour. Just long enough to seem like they care and then it's back to carry on with life. The one without you in it. If they cared about you so much they'd try to find the person who did this to you. Oh, that's right, it's me. And they're too stupid to even think that I'd do something like that. And none of your family have been here. Your mother, dead years ago. She certainly won't be turning up any time soon. And your father, stuck halfway round the world cause he cares about you. That's not caring. Just face it Ryou, your rotting away piece by piece, hour by hour, and nobody gives a toss. Not one single person and especially NOT ME. Why are you blind to the fact that the world and everyone in it hates you? What's that? Shut up? Let me remind you Ryou you're theone who's dead inside. It's getting nearer Ryou, and you can't cheat death.

Calmhorizon: Hi again, I hope you liked this chapter. You may have thought it was pretty short (hey, that rhymes!), but it was five and a bit pages in my notebook (It's A4 size). Please review again and I'll loom forward to reading them.

Sayonara. Ryou say Sayonara.

Ryou: ………….

Calmhorizon: Oh yeah, that's right, he can't speak. Well, I'm sure he would say Sayonara. Bye!