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And, here it ish! n.n Chappeh fifteen! I had the BIGGEST writers block writing this, but I churned it out as fast as I can, and I;m almost halfways through chappeh 16, ill have that up in under a week, for sure.

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Ugh.

Ryou hated this place. The walls were white, and the plastic chairs were hard. Everyone else in the waiting room were giving him weird looks, because his hair, knees, and shoulders were covered in Bakuras blood.

Bakura

Ryou held his head in his hands, unable to control his sobbing. This wasn't happening, it couldn't….. Bakura wasn't going to… Die...

A couple of times, he had considered calling Yugi, but then remembered his outburst that day, and shuddered.

Wow…. Ryou could hardly believe it was still the same day. It had seemed like a million years since he found the dying Bakura, a millions years of sitting in this chair… just waiting for news.

After a short while, he stood up, and walked over to the phone, dialing a number he knew well.

"Malik?" He asked softly, his voiced laced with tears.

On the other side of town, Malik almost dropped his sandwich when he heard Ryou.

"Where are you?" He asked, worry in etched in his face.

"I-I'm at the hospital… Can you um, come over? I'm just in the waiting room."

"Ill be right over!" Malik slammed down the phone and jumped on his bike.

Ryou hung up the phone softly, and sat back down, curling into a small ball. His hand creeped under his jacket, and held the millennium ring tightly beneath his shirt. Ryou let out a long sigh of relief, and leaned against the wall. He was okay. Bakura wasn't dead yet.

YET! Ryou pressed his lips together and began to sob. He didn't know what was happening, he was so scared that he was going to be alone…

"Ryou?" The angel lifted his head, and found Malik, who was looking at the bloodstained boy in shock.

"Ryou… what happened?" Ryou swallowed, and then tackled Malik, sobbing into his chest.

"Oh, god Malik…. Its Bakura, I don't know if he'll survive, there was such so much blood everywhere….oh god…." Ryou continued in this vein for awhile, While Malik wrapped his arms around the younger boy, rubbing his back softly.

Finally, Ryou had gained control of his sobs, And just gave in to deep, shuddering breaths. Malik sat in the chair with his arm around the angel, staring off into space. This didn't make sense… Bakura didn't seem the suicidal type…

"Um, Bakura?" Ryou and Malik's head both snapped up. A doctor in a long white coat was holding a clipboard. Ryou gasped, and stood up off the seat, Running towards the doctor.

"Yes?" He asked, rubbing his eyes free of the last remnants of tears. "My… brother, is he okay?"

The doctor sighed. "He…"

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Read and review peoples! Or ya wont find out if the sexy bish lives or dies… I'm so evil….

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Aha…… As if I would leave you all like that.. On with the fic!

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"He is stable." The doctor said a small smile on his face. "He will be just fine."

Ryou let out a long sigh, and smiled. He felt his knees give out from under him in sheer exhaustion, and Malik grabbed the angel just in time.

"Ca-can I see him?" Ryou asked, clutching Malik to keep himself steady. The doctor shook his head, looking at Ryou with slight pity in his eyes.

"I suggest you go home, and get some rest." He said softly. Ryou frowned, and opened his mouth to say something in protest, but Malik cut over him.

"Good Idea, Doc. Ryou needs to clean up. We'll come backin the morning, okay Ryou?" The angel nodded dumbly, following Malik out.

"Ryou?" Malik was worried. The angel had been in the shower for awhile now, It scared him

Ryou heard Malik, but ignored him. He sat on the floor, gazing at his ivory arms. On each were at least half a dozen cuts of his own, which had healed over to faint pink lines. Unlike the angry jagged slashed Bakura had made, Ryous were controlled slits, calm, almost neat. Made not with a knife, but a razorblade. Sure, they bled, but nothing like Bakura, whose blood covered both of the teenagers.

Ryous emotions were like a violent storm. He hated Bakura with a deep fiery passion, but the fear that went through his heart when he saw him almost dead on the floor, and that kiss…

Ryou leaned against the wall, and put his head in his hands. Sure, he did hate Bakura, but he didn't know what he would be without him. Sure, Bakura made his life hell, but if it wasn't for Bakura, Ryou would be alone…

Ryou leaned back, as the water droplets hit his face, hiding his tears. His hand clutched the Millennium ring, which he wore even in the shower. It was almost cold when Bakura was nearly gone, but now the regular comforting warmth Ryou had known for years was back, and it wasn't the shower water.

Ryou stood up, turning the shower water off, and reaching for a fluffy towel, wrapping it around his waist, opening the door.

"Finally!" Malik said slightly annoyed. "I need a shower too…" Ryou blushed, scratching the back of his head.

"G-Gomen…" He said softly. Like a fool, he had forgotten about his arms. Malik saw the pale skin with the pink scars when Ryou exposed his arms. His eyes widened, as he grabbed his arm, turning it over to confirm what he saw.

"Ryou…. What is this?" He asked, looking at Ryou with a blazing fire in his eyes. Ryou whimpered, and turned away, a shudder of fear passing through him. "Huh?"

"I-I…" Ryou didn't know what to say. "Please let me go…" Malik sighed, and let go of Ryous creamy arm, who wrapped them around his thin chest.

"C-Can I borrow some clothes?" Ryou asked. Malik nodded wordlessly, and vacantly went into his room, pulling out a white long sleeved shirt, and some baggy black pants. Ryou accepted them gratefully, changing as Malik went and had his shower.

Once he was dressed, Ryou walked into the lounge, and cat on the couch. It was pretty, Isis must have chosen it. It was of purple velvet, and extremely soft. Ryou found a comb, and dragged it through his now-white locks, and then gazed up at the clock, his mouth falling open, as he dropped his comb in surprise.

"Wow… Two A.M…" He whispered to himself. Almost on cue, he let out a long yawn, laying down. He was tired, so tired….

When Malik gazed into the room fifteen minutes later, Ryou was asleep. He was curled up on the soft cushions of the couch, his head resting on the arm. Malik smiled slightly, grabbing a blanket and dragging it over Ryous thin form. He sat down beside the angel, brushing a fluffy lock of snowy hair from his face. Ryou sighed at the movement, and Malik smiled again, standing up and going into his room.

Ugh, Bakura felt like absolute crap. The pain in his arms had dulled to a sharp pain, but he had the biggest headache in history, and he just felt so… weak….

Then, the memories of last night came flooding back to him. Bakura sat up suddenly, his eyes wide in his fright. He winced, holding a hand to his throbbing head, and then gazed around himself.

It was just before dawn, and the small hospital room he was in was empty and silent. Bakura leaned back on the pillows, closing his eyes.

His mind was going around so fast, he clutched his head, moaning aloud.

What was going on? Where was he? A hospital? Probably. Why? Bakuras eyes widened.

"Ryou…" He whispered aloud, feeling a lone tear stinging the back of his eye. No…. Ryou held him, kissed him… How could he act like that and hate him?

Bakuras heart leapt with joy when he realized the truth. Ryou ­did care about him, he must have…. He smiled, and closed his eyes, returning to his deep, dreamless sleep.

Ryou awoke to the smell of bacon. The angel rubbed his eyes tiredly, sitting up and yawning, when he saw the time.

"What? T-Ten thirty? Oh, shoot, I'm late for school!"

"Oh no your not!" Ryou spun around to find Isis standing behind him with a smile on her face. "You're not going to school today, you need your rest." Ryou sighed, and leaned back on the couch, defeated. "Now here." She placed a tray with bacon, toast, and orange juice on it.

"You need to eat more."' Isis said, as she took the blanket off Ryou, folding it up, and replacing it on the back of the couch. "You are very thin…"

"Well," Ryou sighed. "It was Bakura… When I disobeyed him, he starved me for four days as a punishment. It was only a couple of days ago when I got to eat…" Ryou blocked out the tears stinging his eyes, and silently ate his food, not looking at Isis, or the pity in her eyes.

"Hey, Ryou…" Malik groaned, shuffling into the room. "Sleep well?"

Ryou shook his head, scarfing down his food as fast as he could.

"Can we go to the hospital now?" Ryou asked, almost eagerly as he polished off the last of his bacon.

"Ew…" Malik wrinkled his nose in disgust. "How do you eat that stuff…" Ryou smiled, and Isis rolled her eyes, as she left the room, lingering in the doorway as she gazed towards the boys.

"Malik….." Ryou whined. "Please?" Malik rolled his eyes, but smiled and nodded.

"Okay." He said. "Just let me grab a bite to eat and we'll go." He headed off into the kitchen, leaving Ryou alone on the couch as he gazed off into nothingness.

n.n Tis crap, I know... Ack! i cant write PURE angst, ya know.. its hard...

review! n.n Or yall will never see if Ryou will finally take Bakura back.. -ebil grin-