Obnoxious Celtic Guardian sauntered into the Graveyard towards Dark Magician's cot, but when he arrived, he found it empty.
"Okay, now I know I saw them bring DM in here." He pondered aloud. He turned as Mystic elf stepped regretfully from behind a large curtain. Her expression was quite weary. Her hands and robe were covered in blood.
"Mystic…" Obnoxious Celtic Guardian gulped.
"I am all right." She whispered. "Just fatigued…"
"But the blood…" he added. "Who were you…?"
Mystic Elf looked up slowly. Her eyes glanced weakly to the curtain, hung to separate one badly injured monster from all the others.
"DM?"
She nodded.
For the first time, Obnoxious Celtic Guardian let the harsh reality of the situation invade his normally witty persona. He walked slowly back to the curtain, peering inside.
"Obnoxious Celtic Guardian, if you are going in there…" Mystic Elf added. "Try and keep your voice down. He needs to rest…"
"Hey, What are you trying to say here! I'm a monster that knows when to keep his mouth shu…" he stopped talking as soon as he came face to face with the battered Dark Magician. It wasn't out of respect for the wounded, but rather because the spellcaster's body was that much of a shock. "… DM…"
He looked terrible, simply terrible. Obnoxious Celtic Guardian could only reason that if this is what he looked like after Mystic Elf had spent almost all of her energy healing him, then the condition he arrived in… It was unthinkable. He tried to shake that image out of his head. It was clear to him now, why Dark Magician Girl was so emotional. He found it difficult to contain the mixed bag of anger and sympathy that was growing inside his heart.
"DM, What did you get yourself into this time?" he gasped, pulling a chair toward the bed. As to Mystic Elf's request, he did keep his voice fairly quiet. Dark Magician didn't even respond. "I mean, I know I told DMG that you should learn to take a punch, but I wasn't suggesting you immediately go out and start practicing."
Mystic Elf stepped behind him silently, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"You're not done right? You can't be done. I mean, your patch job isn't holding. See? He's still bleeding…"
The warrior touched Dark Magician's chest lightly. The spellcaster groaned. Obnoxious Celtic Guardian lifted up his hand, which was covered in blood. When Mystic Elf did not respond, he even pointed to it for greater emphasis.
The healer finally sighed.
"Dark Magician is… dying…" she whispered.
"No way. Nobody just gets removed from play! Not like that!" he gestured back to the wounded magician. "DM's been here longer than any of us!"
"There… is nothing else I can do for him…"
"But there's another duel starting up!" he added. "And he's gonna' get summoned. He always gets summoned! I always told him luck was better than magic…"
"I pray that fate allows him to rest…" Mystic Elf interrupted. "If not, then… I believe you know what will surely happen…"
Obnoxious Celtic Guardian looked down at Dark Magician again before nodding. The magician coughed painfully, struggling to breathe.
"Yeah. I do."