[He couldn't move. Malik felt like a ragdoll as Bakura tried to heft him up, and then Henry came in to help.
...What was that man doing here?
They weren't moving him...why weren't they moving him?
Malik knew the answer, and he knew that he didn't have a lot of time left to come to terms with it. But how was he supposed to accept something like that?
He was only 16-years-old...was he really going to die here?
His gaze, hazy and losing its light, turns towards Bakura. Malik's not really sure what he expects from the other man...just that he wants him to say something.
His chest hurts almost as bad as his wound. And his eyes...they hurt too, the tears welling up in them making it hard to see.]
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...What was that man doing here?
They weren't moving him...why weren't they moving him?
Malik knew the answer, and he knew that he didn't have a lot of time left to come to terms with it. But how was he supposed to accept something like that?
He was only 16-years-old...was he really going to die here?
His gaze, hazy and losing its light, turns towards Bakura. Malik's not really sure what he expects from the other man...just that he wants him to say something.
His chest hurts almost as bad as his wound. And his eyes...they hurt too, the tears welling up in them making it hard to see.]