Starved
Bakura doesn't like to eat and there isn't much Ryou can do about it. But when Bakura nearly passes out, will Ryou realize that Bakura needs help?
a/n: This is for Cheysuli-Night! Thanks Cheysuli, this'll be fun, hard, but fun to write!
Ryou and they others were sitting in the waiting room, well, waiting for Bakura. Ryou had started pacing though, which was driving Duke crazy. "Ryou, do you know how long Bakura wasn't eating much at all?" Yami asked while Duke twitched, being held back by Meriku. Ryou wiped a few tears from his slightly pink cheeks and sighed. "I'm not sure, but I never thought much of it because he used to stash food. Then because he can usually take care of himself...So I thought he was just eating on his own time..." Ryou muttered softly, sitting down and putting his head in his hands.
Before the others could answer, a doctor came out. "Ryou Bakura?"he asked, looking over the group. "Over here." Ryou answered, walking over to him. "Can you come here, I need to talk to you."the docter said softly, pulling him to the edge of the room. "About your brother,"he started and continued as Ryou nodded, "has he always had an eating disorder?"the doctor asked, looking at a chart. "Not that I know of." Ryou answered softly and then asked, "Is he ok?"in a softer voice.
The docter look at him sadly and nodded. "Decently, but he's in pain. We're going to start feeding him through tubes, especially if he doesn't comply, but now he's not used to food being in his system his stomach is rejecting it. We're drugging him so it'll be easier, but we don't know what exactly to do. If he refuses when we ask him, we'll have to force him. He may be old enough...wait? How old is he?"he said, raising an eyebrow. "Sixteen, sir."Ryou said softly, wondering when the man would shut up and get to the point. "All right, can you call your parents?"he asked, not knwoing the bit of pain he caused at those words. "N-No, sir...I'm sorry. Our father is on a dig."Ryou says softly, fiddling with a ball from the floor. The doctor raises an eyebrow once more, "And your mother? How old ae you?"he asked. "Deceased. Sixteen. Can I please see him?" Ryou asked, giving the doctor his bambi eyes. "Well, yes. Room 400D"the doctor replied dully, waving him along.
Ryou finally got to the room, hearing whimpers and soft cries. He opened the door. Bakura was laying in a bed, body tied down because of the way he was writhing, clutching his stomach the best he could, smiling in a pained way at seeing Ryou. "Bakura," Ryou whispered, quickly going over and putting a hand over Bakura's stomach, softly rubbing. Bakura clutched Ryou's arm and he looked down, expecting discomfort. Bakura was smiling up at Ryou. "That feels good Ryou."he said, nuzzling into the hand closer to him.
Ryou kept rubbing Bakura's stomach, moving his other hand up to Bakura's hair and ruffling the soft, white locks. A nurse came in and smiled as well. "Apparently you were able to help him."she said, putting her clipboard on a table.
"Someone!"
DAK: I needed SOMETHING to end the chapter so I can continue it. Here's a special note for Cheysuli-Night:
Well, do you want this to be long? Like, Bakura gets out of the hospital in the next chapter, in his POV he starts to think about how he looks, worrying about his weight, bad things happen to him, like passing out and such. What do you think?
EDITED (though the ending is still LAME)