Dear readers

I have returned! I would once again, like to apologize to Chibi Sweetheart, I received an email from DK, and I really did not mean to make you feel like crap if I did. It's all in the past now. I'M VERY SORRY.

Chapter 5

After Bakura's – let's call it a confession – and another week in the hospital, I returned home to the somewhat usual life, although I was on strict orders from my doctor to keep from being too active and to get a lot of sleep. Psh. Good luck with that…

That meant I had to try and keep Bakura out of the body, which was enough activity as it was. Although, I don't know if he'd want to be in control anyways. I was on so much medication that it was often hard to stand. I also would be knocked out continually by the sleeping pills the doctor gave me, and sometimes would fall asleep in the middle of the hall. I continually had painful headaches that were enough to drive a screwdriver through my head, and I was so hungry that I wanted to eat everything possible. The only problem was that I couldn't keep it down. Don't ask me why. I've got no idea how a head injury has anything to do with digesting my food, but somehow it does.

Bakura wasn't any help either. He didn't seem to understand that I was on BED REST at home for at least 2 weeks. He often ordered me to clean the kitchen, or to get up and make dinner. On the first day back, he even told me that the gutters needed cleaning and that I should be the one to do it.

Honestly? I was tired of it.

I was in a bitchy, don't-mess-with-me-or-I'll-bite-your-head-off kind of mood, and for some odd reason, he didn't seem to understand that.

So, of course, seeing as how this is my life we're talking about, I snapped one day and, if you ask me, nearly made Bakura wet himself…

A nice, long nap was all I needed to end my day right. I had had a surprisingly peaceful day, and was enjoying it to the fullest. Around 5, I suppose it was, I decided to head upstairs, take one of those heavenly pills the doctor gave me, and sleep.

Of course, Bakura didn't like this plan too much.

I had finally crawled into bed and curled up under the covers and was on the brink of sleep when-

BAM

I sat up quickly, thinking that there was a bomb going off and stared around the room with wild eyes, spotting Bakura, standing in the doorway, having kicked the door open, a rather large dent in the front of it.

"What do you want?" I groaned, falling back on my bed and rolling over to face the wall.

"It's been two weeks,"

"What's your point?"

"Meaning that you're off 'bed rest'," He hissed, putting special emphasis on the last two words as though they were to prove his point or something.

"So?"

"There's laundry to do…"

"Then do it." I grumbled, attempting to keep my anger level down.

"We need groceries.."

"Then buy some."

"The kitchen's a mes-
"DAMMIT!" I sat straight up in my bed, threw off the covers and stormed across the room until I was face to face to him. "You tell me to do one more thing, Bakura, and I sware to all that is FUCKING HOLY, that I will make you SEVERELY regret it!" I screamed, not bothering to notice the shocked expression on his face. I grabbed a hold of his shirt and walked over, grabbing the bottle of sleeping pills. "DO YOU SEE THESE?" I asked, waving the bottle in his face.

Silence.

"HELLO? I asked you a question! DO YOU SEE THESE GODDAMNED PILLS!"

He nodded meekly and in the back of my mind I laughed contently.

"These are sleeping pills! This is my perscription! When these are gone, THEN I am off bed rest! Got that?" I suddenly felt very in control, but very tired. I could feel the anger pulsing inside of me, while at the same time my eye lids were drooping, begging for sleep. "Until then, Bakura, if I hear you say as much as one word to me…." I growled, glaring daggers up at him.

Although he was a good four or five inches taller than me, I felt as though I were towering over him. And I could tell that he secretly wanted to run away before I beat him with some sort of blunt object, and he was doing a very horrible job at hiding it.

I stormed over to the door, threw him out into the hall and sighed, allowing myself to return to normal.

"Thank you,"

I then walked back into my room with a satisfying slam of the door and fell onto my bed, asleep almost interesting.

Boy. Screaming at people really does take it out of you.

TADA! I know it's short, and I'm sorry for that! Writer's block sucks, huh?