Chapter 2

Raven: Sorry for the long wait but here is chapter 2

Akefia: yeah she was "busy"

Raven: Can it!

Bakura: On with the story

Bakura bolted awake when his phone rang loudly from his bedside table. He groaned. He fell back down and searched for his phone without the aid of his eyes, making him pat the table a few times before he actually grasped the thing. He answered with a lazy, drawn out "Hello" but snapped awake when a panicked female voice yelled through the other side,

'Bakura, get to the hospital, now! It's Conner!'

He sat up straight in shock. He dropped the phone, not caring where it landed, as he jumped up and out of bed to get dressed; nearly tripping as he tried to pull on his pants as fast as possible then ran out of his room; still trying to button up the last of the buttons on his shirt. He tried getting the worst thoughts out of his head about what could have happened he unlocked his car, fell inside, slammed the door shut at the same time as he put the keys in and turned the car on, he revved the engine, slid the car into gear and was flying down the road not seconds later. Getting speeding tickets was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

An agonizing twenty minutes later he ran into the hospital in a mess of panic. His hair stood wildly, untamed, clothes ruffled and hands shaking. He looked at Sora, the receptionist that had called him and she looked back at him sadly.

'He's in the Intensive Care Unit. They said he won't make it through another night,' she whispered looking like she was about to burst into tears. Bakura nodded silently and walked down the corridor to the ICU. He paused outside the outside the room where Conner was hooked up to the life supporting machines.

When he walked in Conner turned his head to look at him. Upon seeing him he smiled weakly. The boy held such a contrast as to what he used to look like. What he used to look like yesterday. What he used to look like only a few hours ago. His skin was as pale as ash; his eyes were now only a dull green. He looked like a very old picture of his former self. Meaning he was nothing of the lively child he was but mere hours ago.

'Hey, Conner. How are you feeling?' Bakura asked softly as he went to sit down softly on the bed. Conner shook his head and grinned weakly.

'I'll get better 'Kura. I always do,' he whispered even though Bakura could see that he didn't believe his own words.

He knew he was going to die.

He knew he was not going to make it and still he tries to be strong for those around him.

Bakura's heart nearly broke when both of their tears finally started to fall. Bakura moved towards him and pulled him into a tight hug, mindful of the many IV's.

'Shh, Baby, shh,' Bakura whispered fiercely as a few of his own tears fell silently, 'you'll always be with us. Remember that, ok.'

That night Bakura never left Conner's side.

Full Name : Conner Sebastian

Surname : Unknown

Gender : Male

Age of deceased : nine years and four months (9years;4months)

Date of death : 7 Jan 2014

Time of death : 03:12am

Relatives : Unknown

Cause of death : Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, Cardiac failure, Ventricular fibrillation, possible Brugada syndrome

The hospital was quiet; no one spoke unless absolutely necessary. The usual cheery atmosphere was replaced with a dark, sad feeling that hung on everyone's shoulders. Everyone walked around like programmed zombies, as if the life had been drained out of them by an unnatural force. The laughing children that always caused them problems and grey hairs were not even around. They were in their shared room; grieving for the loss of their beloved brother.

Bakura sat in the staff lounge. His eyes were trained on a dirty spot on the floor. The hospital knew that this event had a bigger effect on him than on anything else in the place.

'Kura?'

Bakura looked up at the sad eyes of his "mother". She smiled down at him as she took a seat next to him; pulling him into a tight hug.

'He knew from the moment he was transferred to the bed…that he wouldn't make it through the night,' Bakura whispered softly. He felt the arms around him tighten a bit and wetness splashing on his shoulder.

'He knew, but he stayed happy in the arms of his "mother" until the end,' she joked through her tears making him smile slightly.

'It happened and we have to move on. It will be hard. But we will manage. The little twerp wouldn't want us to cry over him,' she finished. She let him go so she could look down at him. Bakura smirked up at her

She was right.

He couldn't dwell on Conner's death. Conner would always laugh and smile. Everyone in the hospital should live for him. They wouldn't stay sad.

'Guess I have to get the kids out of the room,' Bakura said as he got up and walks pass his "mother".

'Oi! Get your asses out of depression-mode and get working!" Bakura yelled. She smiled when almost immediately the atmosphere began to change and everyone was beginning to live like they should.

'Just like when Conner was here.'

*2 Weeks Later*

'We need help!'

Bakura looked up when someone wearing leather pants and a red shirt came running in along with another guy dragging an injured and bleeding man at his side. Bakura called the nurses in action as they ran in a frantic panic into the lobby. Nurses helped the man on a gurney. Bakura was at their side as soon as he was on. Wha-

The man, even though covered in blood from head to toe, looked almost exactly like himself. The man's breath hitched with a soft, almost inaudible squelch in his throat as Bakura immediately began inspecting him. The man that was brought in had white hair that was a little shorter than his own and his skin was not as pale but more tanned, clearly showing he wasn't from here. He had a double "T" formed scar that crossed over his left eye. Bakura was intrigued but shook his head to clear his thoughts. He yelled out to get the injured man out to an emergency room. As soon as the doors closed of the Emergency Operating Room number 4 he was already pulling on his plastic surgery gloves for the needed operation.

The man had lost a lot of blood thanks to the deep wounds he had. He was shot three times, once in the shoulder, once in his left abdomen and another bullet had grazed his left leg, leaving deep gash in its wake.

To put it bluntly, the man had looked like hell.

Bakura sighed in exhaustion as he exited the room where the patient has been carted to after the operation. He approached the men that brought him in as he ran a hand through his wild hair. The man awaiting him reminded him of Yami and Marik, friends he knew before he had to get away from his old life. One of them had spiky, tri-colored hair that was disheveled to the point the shape resembled a star; his skin was a tan color and his eyes were a deep crimson, unlike Yami. The other man, that reminded him of Marik, was taller than his previous friend and his hair a bit more wild and spiky; his eyes were, instead of dark lavender, a deep mixture between violet and light baby blue.

Both men looked up at Bakura as he came through the door that separated the waiting room from the rest of the hospital. Their eyes held an emotion Bakura could clearly identify. Hope.

They were hoping for good news.

Bakura shook his head wearily and the one that resembled Yami looked down at the ground. He was immediately pulled into the Marik-look-a-like's arms.

'Is he dead?'

Bakura was shocked at the blunt question but he could see that this man was just as upset as the one nearly in tears in his arms.

'He is still alive,' Bakura began, 'but…he had lapsed into a coma. I am sorry, but there is no way to tell when he will regain consciousness. It could be days, weeks, even months.'

'May we see him now?' the Yami-look-a-like asked. Bakura nodded but stopped shortly of leading them to the appointed room.

'Ah, I forgot. My name is Bakura Morgan, or Doctor Bakura. As from now the patient will be under my care,' he said while smiling lightly at them. They nodded at him in return.

'My name is Mariku Senu and this is Atem Senu,' Mariku said. Bakura blinked before asking in astonishment,

'I do not want to be rude but…are you married?'

They nodded and he grinned. Well okay then. You guys seem to be an extraordinary couple,' Bakura said teasingly; snickering when Atem blushed a soft pink while Mariku smirked.

'T…Thank you,' Atem stuttered out, completely embarrassed as they started to walk down the halls.

'Any how, I would like to acquire the patient's personal details. His name, birth date, and so forth that you-'

Bakura yelped as something jumped on his back with full force making him stumble and then proceed to fall, in the process making his clipboard fly away. He growled when he heard child-like laughter.

'How many times do I have to tell you twerps not to do that?' he growled playfully as he tried to twist so he could grab a child. The laughter stopped, probably realizing his intentions, and small squeaks were heard just before the children ran off so they could avoid getting in trouble.

'Are you alright?' Mariku asked in an amused voice as he helped Bakura up from the floor. Atem was smiling softly in silent amusement as he watched Bakura dust himself off.

'Ye-' Bakura started but was once again cut off but this time by the Dean herself.

'Bakura! Get those four brats under control!' she yelled, as she helped up a nurse after she was hit by the flying clipboard. But Bakura didn't really care and just grinned.

After all, the one that was hit was the nurse they all disliked.

Raven: And there it is PS I don't know shit about sicknesses my sister typed those words I cant say basically Google it

Akefia: please R&R we enjoy the reviews