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Characters: Yami Bakura and Nanami & and whoever would like to visit them.
Location: Hospital
Rating: PG-13
Time: May 21st – May 26th
Description: Yami Bakura and Nanami share a hospital room after their disastrous mission in Venezuela. Yami Bakura will be unconscious until May 25th, but Nanami will be here all week folks awake for the most part.


The room was silent with the exception of the machines beeping to remind visitors that the two bodies in the room were still warm. Nanami spent her time awake staring at the ceiling or out the window and periodically glancing over at her dormant partner in the other hospital bed that occupied the room.

He was covered in various bandages with bruises peeking out from behind them. His hair was sticking out in a more ridiculous manner than usual due to the bandage wrapped around his head like some sweatband from the 80’s. She had been updated on his condition shortly after she regained consciousness and besides the things you could see he had also twisted an ankle and had been poisoned by one of the monsters they had tried to fight off. The antidote had been administered shortly after they had arrived at the hospital but he was still unconscious.

Nanami hadn’t managed to get off scot-free either. Aside from the usual cuts, scrapes and bruises she had some deep lacerations on the left side of her back that had been stitched up and she was still anemic.

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The 21st, afternoon

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura had come to the clinic to check up on someone completely different, but when a nurse had spotted him and started flipping out that he was up and about already, it hadn't taken too long for the situation to come out.

It had, however, taken a while for Bakura to decide what to do about it.

Finally, after nearly a 15 minutes of indecision, he had headed up to the room where his double lay, hesitating again outside the door before timidly peering in.

It was a horrible, gut wrenching feeling, that sight. Not because that he could see himself in that situation, far from it. That it was so clearly the other Bakura...

A hand moved up to cover the spot where the scars from the Ring were. Even if he had been cast away...

[morecowbell]

It hadn't been a day since Nanami and her current partner had ended up on the hospital. She had been drifting off most of the morning due to the pain killers and exhaustion but at this time she was somewhat alert. She did not, however, take notice of the other Bakura peeking in from the doorway at this time.

[shiromadoushi]

And Bakura, lost in his own thoughts didn't notice Nanami either. It was a bit of unfortunate tunnel vision, so that he didn't even knock before stepping into the room, even if he did give a soft "Sorry for intruding"

After all, it wasn't as if his double could hear him... or would welcome him in even if he could....

Somewhere on the 22nd

[companyvita]

Clair thought it was foolish to end up in a hospital. He had nothing better to do, so he might as well check on where his roommate ended up. He could only go to so many places and listen to people talking to know something like this had happened. Admittedly having a quiet place did have a charm or two, it had been mostly quiet before all of this as well. Neither of them tended to be there at the same time and relatively respectful of the other's space.

He would not miss a chance to poke some fun in the direction of one of the few people here he could genuinely stand. As his own mission, and his first one no less, had been as successful as it could be, he figured he earned the right to chuckle a bit at this situation. After being pointed in the right direction, he entered the room and smirked.

"So I suppose you would call this a less than successful mission?"

D=

[morecowbell]

Nanami was already more than displeased with their performance on this particular mission but she was currently a too worried about Bakura's coma and too hopped up on pain killers to be angry at this point. In this case, there really wasn't anyone to blame either.

"Clair..." If anyone were to notice she was missing it would be her roommate. She was actually a little happy to see him even if the teasing wasn't particularly welcomed.

c=

[companyvita]

Clair was all about the teasing. He just did not have the capacity to think about anything particularly nice to say sometimes. When it came to missions, he believed that getting hurt meant that somebody ended up ruining it by not being good enough even if he has only been on one mission thus far. Mafioso and their wanting to be the best and all. He sat himself down in one of the chairs in the room to make himself a little more comfortable. it must have been some mission for them both to end up here.

Curiosity always got the better of him.

"So what happened?"

Still the 21st, this time with YB

[shiromadoushi]

After chatting with Nanami, Bakura moved over to the bedside of his double. He was silent a long moment before hesitantly reaching out to wrap his fingers around those of the other Bakura, closing his eyes and gently opening up to try and resonate with the unconscious man.

'Ne.... can you hear me....?'

[feelsgoodinyou]

The connection between their souls frizzled to life with some hesitation but then easily enough. However, the end where the forbidden-feeling dark presence of the tomb robber usually dwelled in its overly potent presence was feeling... not empty, but something very close to it.

Muffled.

It was as if a thick mist had covered the place that drowned out any noise and signs of life from a place that had been dead for a long time but never silent.

24th, afternoon

[heavenly_earth]

He was late perhaps in visiting, but it wasn't as if Nanami expected him to visit. As it was, Neji didn't intend to stay long, moving into the room like a silent ghost and glanced over the medical sheets on the clipboards. The Bakura twin was unconscious, but he was alive and would make a recovery, and that's all he cared to know.

As for Nanami... He stopped by her bedside, frowning, then placed a gift card on her bedside table, prepared to leave until she stirred, appearing to shift awake.

[morecowbell]

Nanami was in the clear at this point except for pain management which was now given to her in pill form and less frequently. She was sleeping lightly now that she wasn't all drugged up and was continuously waking up every 20 minutes or so. Neji happened to enter upon one of those times. Having gotten used to the nurses and doctors entering at random she was not surprised to find someone new in the room. She was, however, surprised to find her current guest was the watch Commander and her neighbor, "Mr. Hyuuga?"

May 25

[dead_black_eyes]

L heard about this, and he really couldn't resist.

He made a casual, brief appearance in the late afternoon, stopping by to leave a medium-sized plush rook on Bakura's bedside table. Along with a sprig of forget-me-nots.

Awwwww.

[morecowbell]

Nanami was quite alert on the 25th, she opened her eyes glancing over at whoever had just entered. The blond blinked a few times then decided the doctors must have changed her painkillers again because now she was seeing panda-eyed hunchbacks carrying around plush toys. She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

after he woke up

[feelsgoodinyou]

Once everybody was gone Bakura let himself fall back onto his bed and rubbed his temple with a groan. Damn, he wasn't used to this whole getting tired and having a body that could ache thing anymore...!

Then he looked to the side and saw the plush and the flowers. His eyes narrowed a bit as he heaved a small sigh. Well, no need to guess who had felt the need to leave those.

...Panda-eyes really was bad at not getting to have the last words.

22nd

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura had debated for quite a long time before texting Mello with his request. He was pretty sure the Ring spirit was going to be annoyed at him for bringing his current state to anyone's attention at all, but Bakura couldn't roll himself and Nanami was in no shape for him to even ask.

...and the spirit was likely going to be annoyed that he was even doing this to start with. But with how bad of a condition the other Bakura was in... this Bakura couldn't just stand there when there was something that he could do.

Something likely only he could do....

So he waited outside the hospital for Mello to arrive, fidgeting with his scar the entire time.

[want_the_world]

Mello saw the message after getting back from South America. He sent Bakura a brief acknowledgment, then he and Near headed for the clinic. It was so typically Bakura to want to help the Voice, despite all he'd put him through, that Mello wasn't remotely surprised.

"You look terrible," he said by way of greeting, when he spotted Bakura waiting outside.

23rd, post 2nd healing session

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura sat down on the side of his double's hospital bed, once again carefully twining their fingers together before closing his eyes, opening him self fully to the all too easy resonance between them.

In his mind's eye, he sank into the space that only seemed to exist inside their resonance, floating above the endless desert sands, soft glow illuminating the wispy form his sense of self projected into the unreal world.

'Bakura...? It's me...'

[feelsgoodinyou]

The resonance came slower to life than it had during th previous two days, feeling somewhat hesitant and wafting like a vapor trail in the air that became hard to follow as it started dissipating.

The message behind it was clear: there was no place for Ryou, the connections that had been established between him and the soul that was now encased by this body meant nothing.

When Ryou finally reached the depth of the thief's soul where things started to take on the form of pictures and shapes the antipathy that laid in the air was almost physical. The place itself didn't want him there and loathed him for his intruding. This reflected in the way it presented itself as well. The sky was a dark hopeless hue that announced either the dawn of a dark night or a nearing storm and the sand beneath him seemed grey and death.

25th, After L, before the last healing of YB/YB waking.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura knocked on the side of the door before stepping into the room, white pastry box in hand. "Good morning, Nanami-chan," he greeted. "Brought you some pasty today. Cream puffs and mille feuille."

Since it was only fair to bring her something with how often he was in that room to see his double...

[morecowbell]

Nanami looked up from her book when there came a knocking from the door. When he entered it still took her a moment to register him as Ryou but she was getting used to seeing the two of them at the same time although if they were both conscious and moving while next to each other it would probably throw her off again.

"O..oh, thank you," there was that odd moment where she could see some similarities between the two. She was surprised by the gesture since they didn't really know each other very well. None-the-less she was happy to receive the offering although she was a little unsure of whether he was giving some to her for later or if he meant for her to eat them as breakfast.

May 25th night

[morecowbell]

Sometimes being rather knowledgeable about a particular subject was a pain in the ass as one would often over think something as simple purchasing flowers for someone who was hospital bound and in this case unconscious. Nanami had been released earlier in the afternoon and had reluctantly headed home for a change of clothes and some dinner before spending too much time agonizing over what kind of flowers she should take to Bakura who probably wouldn’t really even care much about receiving them. She wasn’t fooling herself but it was proper manners and no one deserved to wake up to a hospital room void of flowers… well maybe a couple people.

The language of flowers is, in fact, very complicated. Sometimes flowers had different meanings in different cultures then adding the fact that many had multiple meanings then multiplying that by the number of colors a particular flower was available in and you could get a very confused flower recipient, if they even paid attention to any of that.

For instance, red roses could mean love and desire but also courage, while dark pink meant you were thankful. If the lighting was bad you could accidentally convey the incorrect message. Nanami’s own yellow rose could mean anything from infidelity and jealousy to joy and friendship. Even through formal training, Nanami couldn’t remember all the nuances but she had it narrowed down to six types that were fairly straight forward. Yarrow for healing, Thrift for sympathy. After the other night however, White Heather was a strong frontrunner for “protection from danger”. Then there was the Purple Hyacinth to say she was sorry, or the Coreopsis which really was kind of a copout for good cheer. Lastly the Cyclamen which really wasn’t appropriate but after a successfully completed mission by sheer luck and then the tanking their second mission it might be a good idea to shut down this partnership for at least a little while.

In the end, Nanami wound up throwing out the western meanings entirely instead opting for a more simplistic ikebana arrangement which was based on another idea entirely. Stick to what you know best, right? He might appreciate something a little less… flowery. She set the arrangement and a book she brought with her down next to the stem of forget-me-nots and a plush doll. So that really hadn’t been a hallucination after all…

Nanami was used to being out late at night due to her job here in Death City and she had had plenty of rest recently so instead of lying on the other bed, she took a seat next to Bakura’s hospital bed being careful to not twist her body lest she pop a stitch, and for a while she sat in silence switching between watching over him and staring out the window. Luckily the moon wasn’t entirely visible from where she was sitting; she really missed having a normal moon.

“You know…” she started in a soft voice, “I kind of lied to you the other day—well more like I withheld some information, it’s probably not even that important. But it’s so stupid that I can’t even say it when you’re awake. It’s true that my bangs are unruly but it’s not the only reason I wear them back in a braid. When I was little, the maid who did my hair told me I looked like a princess and that the braid looked like a tiara. Someone else told me that when my bangs were down I looked introverted and tired. But also, to tell the truth, when I was younger my brother used to kiss me here,” she pointed to her eyelid as if Bakura could even see when he was unconscious, “and tell me everything was going to be okay. I didn’t want my bangs to tickle his nose when he kissed me otherwise he might stop doing it... so silly all about a simple hair style…” Nanami paused for a moment, it felt good to get that off her chest, even though—no especially since he was asleep. “There’s more,” she could continue to confess things to him, things that she had never told anyone.

[feelsgoodinyou]

Compared to her Bakura was in an ironically good condition by now, having barely to worry about a couple of bruises and an almost perfectly faded new scar all thanks to his host's continuous efforts of healing him. In fact he would have been fine to leave earlier in the day when he had finally 'woken up', but the doctors and nurses had insisted he stayed for at least one more night to continue to monitor his state and to make sure that he wouldn't have a backlash.

Bakura had almost laughed in their faces at that - since when did mostly self-inflicted comas induce backlashes? - but he had known better and complied after just enough resistance to not seem strangely obeying. Truth was that his body had needed the rest. Bakura had simply cheated with the rest to pull a few strings and scrounge a free healing or five while he was also setting up pieces and moving a couple of people to find clues and think like he wanted them to. All in all it had been a nice vacation in his soul room for him (an idea that had been sparked during his conversation about spoiling yourself and breaks with Nanami a couple of days back).

The disadvantage of all this was that he had woken up the moment somebody had entered his room and was now fighting hard to make sure that he kept breathing deep and evenly while Nanami kept telling him things. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long.

How about May 23rd, early afternoon :T

[pregames]

This wasn't Atem first time in a hospital but that stint had been such an unpleasant experience, marred by the hazy memories that accompanied it that he was only just starting to make sense of, that it fills him with a strange apprehension to be back of his own volition. There was something cold about the pristine white purity of the place. Sterile. Devoid of any character like a mask that was hiding something far more sinister behind the rows of doors.

Perhaps that was a bit dramatic but there was nothing in Egypt like it.

It was with a small relief that he arrived at the room the receptionist had indicated; at least he could focus on a familiar face through the strange atmosphere. Unfortunately, there was more than one.

As he entered, the sight that greeted him cause him to pause and tense with repressed revulsion. Nanami had mentioned a failed mission but not who it was with. The thief had become such an insidious thorn in his side that stuck with him even in...

Did that mean he was responsible for this? He had been not content but not entirely put off to not make a fuss so long as Bakura was only making trouble for him but if friends were also getting hurt because of him, Atem wouldn't stand by and just accept that any longer. So much for being put at ease.

He stood still within the doorway fingers tensing round the items in hand, three, four, five seconds at most and then it's in the past, repressed and tucked away in an orderly fashion to be retrieved at the right moment. His attention snaps from the thief to his friend and his expression eases into a soft smile, taking in her stand without scrutinizing too closely, politely.

"Nanami." He voiced a simple greeting and it was at least something of a relief to see her looking far better for the wear that her companion.

23rd it is. =3

[morecowbell]

The bed was partially reclined and while Nanami was much more alert than she had been in previous days she was still tired and therefore nodding in and out of consciousness with the lack of anything better to do. That, of course, was about to change with the new presence in the room.

For a moment, the blond was vaguely aware that someone had entered the room and even after a second glance it took her a moment to register the Pharaoh. He seemed slightly tense for a moment but the feeling dissipated quickly and she was still a little languid so it didn’t make a lasting impression on her. "You came," she smiled a little at him.

May 25th, after the last healing

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura waited after the final healing, taking time until everyone was gone from the room before sitting down and taking his double's hand.

After the last encounter... he hadn't tried to reach the other Bakura. It was a combination of worry and fear. The last sight of the spirit being covered by that darkness... What would he find, if he went back there again...?

But the other him was as healed as he could be, yet still asleep... what was left but to go inside and try and bring him to the surface again...?

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, effortlessly sinking into the familiar resonance.

'Bakura...? Are you there....?'

[feelsgoodinyou]

There was no reply. Instead an already familiar black space greeted Ryou once their resonance reached a certain depth.

Bakura was there, looking a little roughened up but otherwise fine. The Sennen Ring hung around his neck. Upon the arrival of his host he stopped what he was doing and gave him a casual side glance.

"You're back."