It
was eighteen hours before Yami came around after he finally got off to sleep,
assisted by a Dreamless Sleep Potion that the nurse slipped into his pumpkin
juice. It was another six before Madam Pomfrey started trying to kick him out
of the hospital wing, just as she had to the others.
It
took her another day and a half to manage it and even then he only left because
Yugi finally came around. Yami had been in the middle of yet another discussion
about why he didn’t need to go outside and how he would get plenty of fresh air
AFTER his light had awoken, when he had felt Yugi’s mind begin to stir and has
irritated Madam Pomfrey by ignoring her completely in order to dart to Yugi’s
side.
The
Pharaoh tried not to mentally wince as pain spiked across the link. There was
only a certain amount of pain they could keep from each other and even as Yugi’s
groggy, wounded mind scrambled to try and hold back as much of the pain as it
could, Yami sat down on the bed next to him, taking Yugi’s hand in his and murmuring,
“It’s okay, you don’t have to deal with this alone.”
“Yami?”
Yugi’s voice had a pained edge to it, eyes half opened, pain dimmed amethyst
looking up at him, a worried, confused expression taking over as Yugi asked, “What
happened? Where are we?”
“You
need to try and remember, Yugi.” Yami replied, watching his light carefully as
Yugi tried to remember what had happened, concerned that Yugi’s confusion was
because of the memories that had been lost during the fight.
Yugi
frowned, trying to sit up and needing Yami’s help to do so. He gazed at the bed
as he tried to pull his thoughts into a coherent pattern. Yami smiled slightly
when he felt something in Yugi’s mind ‘click’ and the teen gasped slightly as
he stared at his dark half.
“Voldemort!”
Yugi yelped, clutching Yami’s arm, “What happened to...?”
“He’s
gone.” Yami reassured him, “For now at least.”
“And
the others? Are they alright?” Yugi worried at him, glancing around the infirmary
and pausing when his gaze fell on Harry, concern obvious.
“Everyone’s
okay, or are going to be.” Yami reassured him, glancing over at Harry with a
slight grimace, “Harry burnt his magic out somehow. They’re not sure how...”
“Quirrell,”
Yugi muttered, turning his eyes towards the bedcovers, “I don’t know what Harry
did or how he did it, but his touch seemed to burn Quirrell. He saved us both. That’s
probably what did it.” Yugi looked up at Yami, worried, “It will come back, won’t
it?”
“Madam
Pomfrey doesn’t seem too worried.” Yami shrugged, not sure himself but willing
to trust the expert on this. “So I would have thought so.”
“That’s
good.” Yugi relaxed at that, flopping back onto the bed, exhaustion beginning
to drag him under again.
“Don’t
worry about the others.” Yami reassured him, helping him get comfortable, “They’re
fine and I’ll look after them. You need to rest and recover.”
“You
need to take care of yourself too.” Yugi grasped the Pharaoh’s arm, “Go and
eat. I’ll be okay.”
“But...”
Yami trailed off at the stubborn look that Yugi gave him. “Yugi...”
“I’ll
be fine, Yami, I promise. You’ve seen to that.” Yami started at that, realising
that Yugi could sense what he had done to help him, “Go and rest. Please?”
“That’s
cheating.” The Pharaoh grumbled, unable to resist the look Yugi gave him in
combination with the ‘please.’
“You
just haven’t learnt the rules.” Yugi chuckled as he snuggled into his pillow, “Slow
learner.”
“Hey...”
Yami’s protest was half hearted and pointless as Yugi had already returned to
his slumber. He sighed, shaking his head in amusement as he stood up and looked
around for the nurse.
Madam
Pomfrey was not hard to find and she seemed pleased when Yami said he was going
to head down to the great hall for dinner. She had been worried about the
amount of food he had been eating over the last couple of days, or rather the
lack thereof, and knowing that he was heading down to join his other friends reassured
her. She was sure that they would be able to bully him into eating where she
had not.
She
was quite right, the moment Yami joined his friends they plonked a plate full
of food in front of him and told him he wasn’t allowed to leave the table until
everything on it was gone.
He
was just finishing his meal when the post owls arrived with a rather large
stack of post for Yugi. Yami, who had had permission to open Yugi’s post for
months, ripped open the envelopes to find a whole bunch of tournament invites
that had been forwarded to them by their Grandfather.
He
put them aside for now, unsure what to do about them when they were for ‘Yugi
Mutou’ and he could no longer go by that name, but Yugi would be in no fit
state to compete for the first few weeks of the holidays. He decided to deal
with it when Yugi was more awake and able to help him make a decision on the
matter.
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