I know that I haven't updated this in a while, been working on the other stories (gives a sheepish look) I kinda forgot about it O.o but anyway enjoy, my lovelies.
Warnings: Rating M, swearing, child abuse, if this type of thing offends you then DO NOT READ! This is a fictional story and nothing more. Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh.
CHAP 12: Talk About Hair
Malik was confused after seeing Ryou crying like that and the look on Isis's face and Marik taking him away so suddenly… Malik was worried and scared. But that scared part intensified when they pulled up outside Marik's work. Malik tried to hide himself within Marik's jacket as they walked through the office. A few thoughts came to mind, was his father here? Was he leaving Marik? No, no Malik gripped Marik's jacket tighter and started to shake… when Marik was going to put him down Malik was going to refuse to let go… he was staying with Marik forever, and no one was going to change his mind.
"Okay Malik." Marik said, and here it was, Marik tried to put him down on the desk but when he pulled away, Malik clung to him like a leach. "Malik you have to let go." Marik tried to remove Malik's small hands from him without hurting him, but the child was stubborn.
Malik shook his head no vigorously. "Malik, I'm not going to be long then we'll go home." The child stopped the shaking of his head and his grip loosened a little but not much just in case he would be pulled away. Go home, home… did he have a home with Marik?! Malik gave Marik a wide teary eyed look, who sighed and said. "Malik, I just have to talk with Yami then we'll go home and you can play with Ryou." Malik wiped his face with the back of his left hand, his right hand still held the death grip on Marik, who made no move to try and get away.
Marik patted the child's head. "You don't have to be scared, Malik. I promise that I won't let anything happen to you." Marik brushed his thumb over Malik's cheek wiping away the missed tears Malik gave a small smile. "That's better." Marik said and placed Malik down on his feet Malik's hand went from Marik's jacket to his hand; no way was Malik letting go of him.
It wasn't long after Malik sat on a desk in an office he shivered it was cold in here despite the jacket he wore he still felt it. Malik looked over the tables that were filled with computers and other stuff. Marik had said it helped with things that you wouldn't normally see without them and more importantly helped him do his job. Malik found out that Yami worked in this office and was a police officer like Marik, but Yami was the one that helped in getting the bad guys with the help of all this stuff.
He glanced over to his left to see Yami and Marik at the computer standing in front of it talking low, he couldn't hear what they where saying. Yes he let go… but it was okay because Marik was in the same room and about five feet away from the door… on the other side of the room.
The doors swung open suddenly "Delivery!" Malik knew that voice his light lavender eyes widened. It couldn't be of all the places and people; he had to walk into the same room the biggest monster of them all, the one that turned his father into a monster as well and hurting all those girls… Malik needed to run and hide but fear had him frozen momentarily. Malik took a chance and looked up, the man's face couldn't be seen due to the boxes he was carrying, but Malik knew him anywhere face hidden or not.
Malik quickly turned himself around onto his belly and wiggled down, his feet swung in the air feeling for the ground. He slipped down his legs going under the table a little. He made a grab to pull himself up at the last minute, but ended up falling to the ground landing on his side. He gasped for air as it was knocked out of him; but he wasn't noticed by anyone. Malik rolled over and pushed himself up on his hands and knees, still trying to get that much needed air but it was coming in big enough and he felt his lungs burn, he pressed on and crawled for the door that was ajar.
Malik bypassed the man with the boxes and without being seen, his side ached a little with every move. He couldn't be seen…he had to get out. Malik heard Marik thank him, Malik pushed the door open enough to squeeze through and he gave a quick look over his shoulder and saw Marik talking with him. No, no Marik couldn't be nice to that man… he just couldn't. Malik held back a sob and crawled out of the room.
Once he was out Malik got to his feet the door swung and hit him in the back gently making him take a step forward further into the hall. Malik had to jump back to save himself from being stepped on as people walked by him to busy to notice a small child. Malik took a few steps away from the door and lent a hand on the wall trying to get his breath back, but there wasn't enough air in the hallway to help him. He glanced up looked around to see the white hallways going to his left and right and one long one in front of him that led to the lifts.
Malik walked forward taking the hallway in front of him he stumbled a bit and his head hurt and his vision blurred, he wanted to go home, now. He stopped in front of the lifts and waited for the doors to open glancing back towards the office that he walked out of to see if the man would follow or even Marik, but nothing the hallway titled and swirled, Malik closed his eyes and lent on the wall again holding his head, the doors gave a soft chime as they opened and once again Malik was bumped to the ground, he hit his head on the wall enough to leave a bump on the back of his head, but still no one took any notice of him.
Malik curled himself into a ball holding his head; large black spots took up most of his sight now and his chest burnt. He blinked a few times and his sight cleared just in time to see the man step out into the hallway, stopped. He had on a light brown baseball cap and overalls along with big black boots, he looked over the blue clipboard in his hand and wrote something on it and without looking up or around he took the hallway that ran to the left and out of sight.
Malik closed his eyes again but opened them when he felt himself being moved, someone was talking to him. "Malik?" Marik had found him against the wall next to the lifts and picked the child up, who responded as if he were intoxicated.
Marik rushed back into the room they had been in, instructed Yami to get out Malik's medication. Doing so Yami handed everything over to Marik, who worked to get the boy breathing normally again, but it wasn't working. Marik watched him for a second the boy seemed not to be breathing at all, now.
"I'm taking him to the Medical room." Marik rushed by him and called out over his shoulder. "Bring Malik's bag with you!" Yami grabbed the bag and followed Marik.
Two floors down and at the end of the hallway was the Medical Room. Marik burst through the doors and looked around, the much older man with gray hair looked up from behind a desk and the newspaper he had been reading. "He needs help." Marik rushed by him to one of the beds and placed Malik down, then opening up his jacket, giving Malik a little more freedom.
"What's the problem here?" The older man asked placing his stethoscope in his ears and placed the rounded end on Malik's chest and frowned.
"He has attacks." Marik lifted the large mask and pump out to the medic. "He needs this, but it's not working." The medic looked it over and then got to work quickly, pulling out objects and piping connected it all up to a mask and placed it over Malik's nose and mouth.
"Do you know what started it?" The old man asked, Marik took Malik's hand in his.
"Stress." With his free hand moved the hair from Malik's sweaty face, the mask fogged up with a hiss then went clear again only to repeat its self again… had the attack happened for to long, as Malik seemed to be unconscious and unresponsive. "He's going to be okay?" Marik mumbled to himself.
The old man looked up and smiled. "He's breathing just fine." The Medic straitened up and placing the stethoscope back onto Malik's chest.He moved it about a thoughtful frown on his face then pulled it away and wrapped it around the back of his neck. "Just give him a little time, then you're free to take him home again. But take him to his Doctor in the morning to get looked over… or maybe change his Medication if it's not working like it should." Marik nodded in thanks and sat on the bed.
"Marik?" He looked up as a hand was placed on his shoulder and Yami gave him a smile. "We'll talk later, call me when your home I'll come over." Yami frowned then said. "It might be best if we talked else were."
"What is it about?" Marik asked.
"Just work related stuff that involves Malik and I would rather discus at a more private place than this." Yami looked the small boy over and lent down for a closer look, then looked at Marik.
"Do you mind?"
"What?" Marik asked.
"If I can take a few more hairs from Malik." Marik's brows furrowed further as he looked at Malik.
"Sure." Marik watched as Yami grabbed a pair of scissors from the trolley and cut the strands of hair from Malik's head. "Thanks." Yami said.
Yami walked to the door. "I'll come by tonight, I have a little work to finish up." He waved as he left.
Later that night Marik walked inside carrying a slumbering exhausted Malik in his arms wrapped up in Marik's jacket for extra warmth and Marik supporting one hell of a headache. He shivered from the cold a box hung from his right hand. "I'm home!" Marik called out closing the door behind him, walking into the living room he dropped the box onto the coffee table and headed upstairs.
Marik walked into the bedroom instantly he spotted Ryou fast asleep in his bed, he smirked as Ryou was on his back his limbs stretched out over the bed, the teddy bear that Isis brought him was on his chest and he was on top of the covers. Marik moved Malik about taking his jacket back and placed Malik into his bed taking off Malik's jacket, shoes, shocks, jumper and jeans, the helped him dress in his pajamas, Malik didn't help much… it was like dressing a doll, no resistance and no help. Marik then covered him over with the blankets. He placed a kiss on Malik's head he brushed the hair out of Malik's face. "What kinda of life did you have before, Malik?" No answer came not that Marik was expecting one he then turned and walked over to Ryou.
Marik smirked and moved Ryou about until the boy was covered up, Ryou blinked his eyes open and he smiled. "Is Malik here?" His voice was heavy with sleep as the boy yawned and rubbed his eye.
"Yes, go to sleep."
"Good… I missed… him... and you." Marik watched as Ryou drifted back off to sleep, then he left the room leaving the door open.
Marik walked back into the living room and opened the box pulling out the files and placing them onto the table. "Hey Mare." Isis lent on the doorframe, he looked over his shoulder to see his sister watching him.
"Hey." He turned back to the folders.
"So did everything go okay?" She walked into the room and sat down on the couch in front of Marik.
"No." He scoffed.
She frowned at him. "I guessed that by the shitty look." She pointed out, Marik's eyebrows shot up at her disappearing under his bangs, it wasn't often that Isis swore, she used to say that people who swore couldn't think for a better word to put in its place, for such words were never needed in society. So Marik and Rishid would go out of their way so use such language around her for the shear pleasure to annoy the hell out of her. She would run after them calling out. 'Your both horrible and I'm telling mom.' "Was it that bad?" she asked him.
"I don't know Malik had an attack. Yami didn't get to tell what he needed." Marik said as he pulled out folders Isis watched him do it a frown set on her other wise happy face.
"But Malik is alright and still in your care?"
"Yeah he is." Marik nodded.
"Good." She smiled back at him. "I'd hate for anything to happen to him or Ryou for that matter." She then glanced at the clock and winced visibly. "I have to get going." She stood up. Marik walked her to the car that was parked on the road, he returned to the house when she had driven off.
Just as he was about to close the door Yami's car pulled into his driveway and got out of the car with a green folder in his hands. "You didn't have to come over tonight, Yami." Marik said as he led them into the house and into the kitchen to make them a coffee.
"So what's going on?" Marik before had let his mind jump to conclusions and was more then happy to find no one waiting to claim Malik, that boy belonged to them, no parents or siblings to take Malik away, it was like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, but he was sure that that time was going to come.
"I found a hair on that Abby girl… Errr … victim number seven… I think." Yami looked up as Marik moved about in the kitchen.
"She was number nine." Marik's voice was stern Yami frowned.
"Sorry, just after a while of looking at victim after victim you stop counting them." Marik walked over and placed the hot mugs down and sat down across from Yami, but then glanced at the green folder on the table.
"So that hair you found did you match it up?" Marik asked he was a little excited for five years he had been after this guy.
"Oh right, the hair has an owner and we got the match." Yami glanced down at the dark brown liquid in his mug his mood seemed down.
"This means that we can get this guy for all those dead girls... the case could be closed within a few weeks."
"No, not really." Yami sighed; Marik gave him a confused look.
"Was the evidence contaminated?" Marik asked this would not help them if their only lead led to nothing.
"No not at all." Yami shook his head. "My work is never contaminated."
"Well tell me who it is and I'll have the guy off the streets and doing life." Yami shook his head.
"This is not easy." Yami looked up at Marik. "We have been friends for so long and you know me, every case:" Here they both spoke at the same time. "Hold nothing back and kick their ass!" Marik and Yami smirked at each other, Marik, Yami and Hoshi were known for their work, no criminal stayed on the street for to long when they worked a case, they where fast and no one saw them coming until the jail bars slid closed before their every eyes.
Yami slumped a little bit saying. "When we make finds it goes to the headquarters and then everyone is involved that's needed to get the offender and it goes on record."
"I know all this." Marik said as he lent back on the chair.
"I haven't reported it in yet." Yami's voice was low and Marik raised an eyebrow at him.
"Yami, you could lose your job over this." Marik pointed out worriedly.
"Marik, please listen I'll never repeat this again." Yami looked away and took a breath gathering up what courage he had in him.
"The hair-follicle has a match." Yami ran a hand through his hair and lent forward, Marik watched him closely Yami had an unreadable exasperation on his face. Yami pulled the green folder towards himself and placed a hand over it as if protecting it, then looked at Marik.
"As soon as I got the print out, I was shocked… I ran the tests over and over again." Yami straitened up, his fingers fiddled with the end of the green folder. "I still didn't believe what I was getting… so I took some more hair and ran more tests and still the samething."
"Yami what are you telling me?" Marik frowned. "Why did you need more hair from…" he stopped.
"It matches." Yami took a deep breath then let it out again and said what Marik had been thinking. "Malik." Marik abruptly stood up his chair cluttered to the floor; he thought it but to hear it out loud was another thing. "The hair that was found on Abby belongs to Malik, the hair matches the ones that I took from Malik at the hospital when you first found him and today."
"No, the evidence has been contaminated some how." Marik shot back, Yami shook his head no a stern look on his face.
"I ran the tests until I had nothing left, the same results came back every time, even with the fresh ones. I ran the test again this afternoon when you where in the Medical room I was hoping I was wrong." Yami glanced up. "I was there all night and day for twenty four hours I ran that same test over and over again." Marik's legs were going to give out as he walked over and lent on the counter his back to Yami.
"Run them again." Marik whispered, his mind now kicked into overdrive.
"I did, Marik. That's why I took more hair from Malik earlier today but I had the same results at the end." Yami watched as Marik turned to face him but his legs gave out and fell to the floor, his back lent against the counter as he stared into nothingness. This meant that Malik would be on a Rolla-coaster of courts, lawyers, shrinks, child services would step in, and the child couldn't even speak to tell them anything, Malik would be forced to speak and maybe brake the child completely, and Malik will close himself off and never talk. Marik had seen it a thousand times over witness's to a crime and the crap they had to go through an adult could handle it, but for a child like Malik, would leave him in a wears condition.
"S-so what does that mean?" Marik said after a while he was confused also and needed someone else to help him think. "The killer was around Malik? Malik was around the girl when she was alive? How can that hair belong to him? Was he around the girl when she died? Could she maybe be a relative?" The questions spilled out at Yami who held up his hand to stop him.
"The victim's DNA and Malik's don't match at all…We are the only ones that know about this." Yami turned on his chair to face him. "I hated to tell you this." He sighed. "But Malik was around that Abby girl at one stage, before or after death." Marik's right arm twitched at his words.
"Could this be the reason why Malik doesn't talk?" Marik asked as he finally looked up. "Could he know the killers identity?" Marik slowly stood up.
"If he dose then we'll have to find a way for him to tell us who he is." Yami said. "The courts will want him on the stand, you know that, right?"
"Fucking hell Yami, the child can't talk let alone stand in front of a room and talk to them."
"I don't want it for him either." Yami hissed back. "If it was my son, I would want to keep him out of it too."
"Then maybe we should do our job better and get the guy ourselves."
"But with Malik's help we might get the guy quicker." Yami pressed. "If we do it under the radar."
"No!" Marik breathed in. "I won't allow anyone to use Malik."
"But if we hide this and someone finds out it's both our heads on the chopping block." Yami said.
"I said no, I don't care…"
"M-Marik?" Came a soft voice from the door away, Marik turned around eyes wide as they landed on a even wider-eyed Ryou who clutched his teddy bare to his chest looking lost and frightened. Marik clamed himself down and walked over.
"Ryou, what are you doing out of bed?" Marik asked as he picked up Ryou and held him in a hug.
"I got scared by all the yelling." Ryou glanced at Yami over Marik's arm then rested his cheek against Marik's chest and whispered. "Is he a bad men too? Make him go away." Marik kissed the top of Ryou's head and lingered for a minute taking in the sweet smell of shampoo. "No he's not." Marik said he then looked at Yami with his eyes then lifted his head from Ryou's.
"Could we do this another time?" He asked as Ryou snuggled up to his chest even more yawning, though he wanted to get his answers now and have the argument out more, he just couldn't while Ryou was shaking in his arms.
"Sure, I'll leave the folder for you, it has everything in it." Yami got up and walked by them, stopping briefly.
"I'm sorry, I thought you should know before anything was done about it. I do want to avoid this to save Malik some grief."
"I'll look over the folder and give you a call." Marik walked him to the door and locked it after he was gone. Marik took Ryou back upstairs and back to his bed.
Later that night a small storm picked up blowing snow everywhere with rain. Marik walked back downstairs after looking in on the boys and checking to make sure that the windows where locked and Malik and Ryou were okay safely tucked into their beds. He found them both fast asleep and they seemed not to hear it the storm. 'Good in away.' Marik through he could get some work done and maybe get his bed to himself.
Marik got settled with a cup of hot coffee and the files spread out in a mess, the t.v on low for little background noise, and Malik's folder sat closed and had yet to be read, but Marik knew what was in there, photos of Malik's bruises and cuts… a possible address of where he used to live, his age and name, his social workers name and phone number and a list of his treated injures and his talking disorder along with his Doctor's name and phone number, then came Marik's details as well along with the new evidence he got tonight from Yami.
Marik sighed he didn't want to read it now or ever; he pushed it away with his foot. He was sitting on the couch as he read through the other files, of the very first girl to turn up dead on his watch. Had Malik somehow been there when Abby died? Did Malik see the man killing her and thus turned Malik into the silent child he was now? How could someone like Malik be connected to something like this? Nothing seemed to make any since to him now and his headache was back again blurring his vision a little, the pain killers had yet to work.
'It's now been nine months since the shooting of three men. Mayor Jack Winter. Local business man Roy McCrypt and his employee Marcus Black. All three men where horridly gunned down at a business meeting.' Marik glanced up at the t.v as a young woman walked by a old worn down brick building, he watched it for a minute the screen flashed and the news reporter was inside the building. 'It was here in this very room Marcus Black and Roy McCrypt were gunned down. Then the shooter continues his hunt and goes up stairs to shoot the Mayor Jack Winter in cold blood murder.'
'The three men where here to discus new building plans for a park for the local community.' Marik scoffed at the woman. "Meetings for parks don't get held at run down places unless they have something to hide."
'The shooter is also still at large and very dangerous. So if you knowing anything at all that can help the police, then please call them. Back to you John.' She smiled as the t.v flashed to a middle aged man and a younger woman sitting behind a desk. 'Thanks Gina, in other news.'
"I'd say a drug deal gone wrong." Marik clicked the channel over, to a late night movie, where a girl was running for her life, barely wearing anything, and the… werewolf slash monster just happened to pop up out of nowhere and get her. "Marik?" He looked up and saw Ryou walking over to him; Marik picked him and placed on his lap clinking the channel over. Ryou yawned and snuggled into the hold. "I can't sleep, Malik's snoring and I'm still scared." He rubbed his eyes, Marik chuckled his face half hidden in Ryou's white hair and he took in a deep breath, and then placed his chin on top of Ryou's head, the child smelt of mixed berries and soap that Isis had brought for them.
"You snore too little one." Marik said as he closed the file up and dropped it onto the coffee table and warped his arms around Ryou. Thankful for the interruption, he sat back and placed his feet onto the coffee table; in the process his feet pushed the folders away.
Ryou looked up and yawned again. "I think you should go back to bed. Late night t.v and coffee isn't for someone your age." Marik said and Ryou shook his head no then asked out of nowhere. "Can I call you Daddy?" Marik sighed he had been waiting for this.
"Ryou, you don't know me that well… wouldn't you rather wait a little bit then make up your mind?" Ryou shook his head no saying. "But I like you, like I like Kura..." Tears filled Ryou's eyes and his bottom lip trembled. "Can't you be my Daddy?" and right then Marik's heart was in his throat almost chocking him and he felt guilty. "No one likes me, Kura chases everyone away when they make me cry, we have nobody to love us." Ryou bowed his head biting his lip as he twisted the hem of his top in his hands, and then he looked up. "Kura needs someone to look after him too… no one cares for us and Kura tries and tries so hard." Tears started to fall. "But you, you loves us, right? Because you looked after Kura in hostable. You must love him too?!" There was so much hope in his voice.
"Baby." Marik mumbled as he wiped the tears that fell from Ryou's eyes, who let out a sob. "Can't you be what I want?" Marik pulled him in and hugged him tightly. "Kura gets so mad sometimes and he cries." Marik found it hard to believe that Bakura would cry, Marik doubted that he even had tear ducks too cry sure Bakura was angry but to cry. "He does, he says it's his fault, that we are like this… with no home, no Mommy and Daddy." How was he going to get out of this one, he already took in the three of them what more could they possible want from him? Wasn't food on the table, warm beds to sleep in, a roof over their heads good enough? But those big teary eyes were heart shattering, and he caved in DAMMIT!
"Ryou you can call me anything you like, if it makes you feel better and happy you can call me dad it's fine." It sound so unfamiliar from him to say it, but Ryou beamed as he lifted his head.
"Is Daddy okay?" Marik smiled and nodded his head; Ryou let out a glass shattering squealed of delight and hugged him. They both looked down as Malik stood there lightly tugging on Marik's jumper and pointed to himself, Marik chuckled and picked him up also, glad to see the child up and looking better. "Yes you too Malik." The silent boy smiled and hugged him.
"We are going to be a real family." Ryou giggled as he hugged Marik and pulled back giving him a kiss on the cheek. "And Malik's my new brother, I get a Aunty a Uncle and a Grandma too." He giggled. "I never had a brother the same numbers as me or a big family."
"Age, the same age." Marik corrected him, "And my family isn't that big." Ryou shook his head.
"It's huge!" He gaped. "We are going to be so happy, forever." Ryou said, as Malik let himself be hugged, he too had never had a brother before or a real family.
"I hope so too." Marik smirked, he could get used to this and the days bad news slowly faded as the two boys snuggled up to him for cuddles. After a while of watching some pointless move with not much of a plot and poor acting he turned it off saying. "But it's time for bed, the both of you." He placed them both down onto the floor mumbles of protests came as he led them up stairs.
In a dark room of white walls and light green curtains closed over the wind and a soft beeping of a machine and the glow from the t.v was the only light and sound. 'The shooter is also still at large and very dangerous. So if you know anything at all that can help the police, then please call them.' Thescreen when black as the remote was clicked and dropped to the bed.
The occupant of the bed turned his head and looked over towards the window, thought he couldn't see out he wish he could. "They're never going to give up, you know?" Came a heavily Irish voice from the door away.
"Visiting hours are over." Came a sneer from the bed.
"That hurts my feelings that does."
"Get out." Was the claim reply.
"Where's me money and I'll be happy to leave?" The one in the bed turned his head facing the one at the door.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He tried to sit up but the other rushed over and was on him, pining him to the bed. Stale alcohol and cigarettes hung on the breath of the new comer.
"I think ya do Bakura." The said boy fought the erg to gage. "Cos if ya don't." He pulled out a small photo of Bakura and Ryou. "The wee one here, will find that life isn't so fun when your working off a debt that big bro can't pay off." He grinned his blue eyes shone in the low light that came from the door that was ajar casting it's small light over the pair on the bed, Bakura narrowed his.
"I told you I'd get the money to you and for you to leave Ryou out of this. He has nothing to do with this." Bakura hissed at him and tried to push the other off him, but pain shot through his shoulder as the other dug in his elbow into Bakura's injured shoulder effectively stopping his struggles.
"You two came for the price of one." He placed a hand over Bakura's mouth to stop him from crying out in pain. "Now you listen to me! You don't get to cross over and not pay up after the boss gives you such nice accommodation, food and protection."
"Fuck you!" Bakura gasped as pain shot through his shoulder again and it burnt. "I-I can blow your whole organization out of the water." Bakura growled as his chin was grabbed and nails dug into his skin.
"You think this is some kinda game, boy." He punched Bakura in the stomach, who screamed but the hand was back again covering his cry, blood seeped through his bandages and clothes, Bakura fought to stay conscious. "Little shit, whatever you have on us won't be worth the wee ones life will it?" Bakura's eyes widened as a knife was waved in front of his blurred pain filled vision. "We'll kill him while you're in 'ere and you'll still have to pay us the money."
"T-touch him." Bakura gasped for air. "And I'll k-kill the lot of you." Bakura's head snapped to the right as a punch landed on his cheek.
"Look I don't like to see anyone hurt especially the wee ones. Just give me the twenty-G and we'll leave you be." He sighed. "Look I'll tell the boss what's happened and buy you some time… a week at most to get on your feet… consider me being nice, given your predicament and all." He tapped Bakura a few times on the cheek as if mock slaps. "Just don't piss me off and run off like you did… or the wee one gets it."
"What's going on in here?" A females voice demanded from the doorway. "Sir?! Visiting hours are over." She walked in as the guy slid from the bed watching her. "You'll have to leave and come back tomorrow." She added watching him.
"Oh I will." He patted Bakura on the injured shoulder. "Good bye, brother. Get well soon." He hissed it onto Bakura's ear and for the lady that now stood next to the bed. The lady watched him as he walked around the end of the bed and by her then out of the room.
Bakura gasped and fell unconscious, the nurse rushed over seeing the blood on his shoulder, mouth and stomach in the low lighting. She gasped and hit the button and ran into the hallway, and looked around for a second. "I NEED A DOCTOR IN HERE!" Tucker placed her coffee down ran into the room along with another doctor. "Call security, a young man was in here." Said the nurse
Tucker nodded her head. "Get him back to theatre." They moved Bakura about onto a portable bed. "Someone call Mr. Ishtar and tell him what has happened."
TBC
Okay I think I went from one cliffhanger to another O.o if you have any troubles following just drop me a line by leaving a Review for me and you'll get another chap (Hugs) bye for now.