Bakura only waited seconds more before trying the knob, all but throwing the door open. "Ryuzaki-kun, are--"

He froze, eyes wide as he spotted his friend, crumpled in an ungainly pile. Oh fu--

Adrenaline kicked in seconds later as everything turned into a blur of motion. The water was turned off as he grabbed towels, crouching down to carefully haul L to be sitting up, wrapping the towels around him.

He was cold. Why was he so cold! Was he breathing? Pulse, he needed to--

The motion froze again as Bakura stared at his friend's wrists. The bulky stitching, the screaming red lines, the ugly deep red and purple around them....

Ambulance. He needed to call an ambulance.