Bakura nodds slowly "im-im fine..."he remains curled up with his head buried in maliks chest and the bed sheets

"No you're not." Bakura was a pretty good liar when it came to robbery, murder- things of that sort. But when it came to Malik- especially this goddamn early in the morning- he couldn't lie for shit.

Bakura shook his his quickly and curled up tighter in his little ball and kept his head down "I'm fine malik" malik could always tell if he was lieing, he could pick up the smallest changes in his tone of voice and his body language that no one else could, He was the only one who had even been able to tell he was lieing. and he knew this, he knew he couldn't lie to Malik but he sure as hell was going to try anyway.

"Nnnnooo, you're not." Malik stressed, leaning toward Bakura and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "Come on, spill."

Bakura shakes his head stubbornly refusing to say theres something wrong "its nothing really". Then he starts to feel nauseous, and his head starts spinning and he groans a little shutting his eyes now getting a head ache. he hadn't even noticed all this when he woke up he had been so busy worrying but now it was getting worse.... he shakes his head again this time to try to rid himself of the nausea and headache.

"Bakura?" Malik had been worried about his attitude, but that soon became his second priority; his lover was looking rather green. "Are you alright? You don't look too good..."

bakura nods "ya...." he was fine right? nope no that wasn't fine! something was coming up! he sudden gets up and runs to the bathroom. he winces as the acidic liquids makes its way up his throat as he pukes into the toilet. he he spits it out, it tastes awful, and his stomach acid burns, and tears prick his eyes and he clutches the sides of the bowl as he empty s the contents of his stomach. RA DAMMIT! he cant be sick, first the memories come back, now this! "maybe....not...." he chokes out when he can., his stomach wouldn't stop trying to send more up and out.

"Bakura!" Malik clambered (fell) out of bed, stumbling over to the bathroom to kneel behind Bakura, pulling his head out of his face. "For the love of Ra, Bakura..." Malik slipped a hand over to his forehead; burning hot. He yanked it away, careful not to let his hair fall. Where the hell did this come from?

bakura dry heaved and coughed leaning over the toilet bowl tears stinging his eye but he refused to let them fall..... not again....." malik i think im sick" he chokes out before he dry heaves again as his empty stomach tries to rid itself of non-existent food.

"Really, do you think?" Malik rolled his eyes, and although his voice was heavy with sarcasm, tinges of worry crept in.

Bakura leaned away from the toilet and looked up Malik "I feel like shit"

Malik drew him backwards, toward his chest, and gently stroked his hair. "You look like shit, too." He commented quietly, the smell of bile almost enough to make him nauseous- oh, lovely.

Bakura calmed slightly at the feeling of Maliks fingers gently running threw his silky white locks. But the light in the bathroom, it was makeing his headache hurt more. And his throat was still burning from throwing up "malik?" He asked voice cracking a little

Malik pulled Bakura away from the toilet, backing up against the wall and pressing a comforting kiss to his temple. "Yeah?"

He lean back into malik feeling exhausted and shut his eyes to escape the harsh light thats worsening his headache "Can I please have some water?" His throat was burning and he still had that horrible taste in his mouth

"Yeah, no problem." Malik slid Bakura off his chest and laid him against the wall, standing and making his way to the kitchen (not before flushing the toilet to rid the room of that horrid stench) to pour a glass of tap water.
He quickly returned, handing Bakura the cup and taking a seat beside him. "Hey, you okay now?"

opening his eyes and squinting a little Bakura took the cup carefully, his hands shaking a little and he slowly brought it to his lips letting the cool liquid slide down his throut. It did help the burning, but very little. It did however manage to get a lot of the puke taste out of his mouth. He quickly downed the last of the water and groaned "no...ugh"the nausea was getting a little better, he groaned again because the dizziness and pain in his head was getting worse"why is the freaking room spinning?" was it just him or was it getting harder to breath through his noes....shit he was getting a stuffy noes! RA THIS SUCKED! He thought angerly, at himself for being sick.

Malik laid a head on Bakura's shoulder, running a tan hand through his hair, sticky with sweat. he pressed a comforting kiss on Bakura's ear, nuzzling into him.

bakura smiled weakly and leaned in toward him eyes half closed "malik...."

Malik waited a minute, to let Bakura rest- but not too long. Instead of let Bakura lie on the cold floor, he slipped a hand behind his back and behind his knees, lifting him bridal- style and carrying him to the bed, 'tucking him in' in the fashion one would do to a small child.

Bakura watch as Malik tucked him in and said softly "i wonder why am I suddenly sick... I-" he coughs "I hardly ever get sick"

Malik shrugged; he was right- in fact, neither of them ever got sick, really. Malik vaguely remembered Bakur abeing nauseous and pale and stuff a few weeks back, but he was 99% sure it was the unruly amount of vodka he'd ingested the night before...
"Maybe you tired yourself out last night?" Malik asked, taking a seat beside Bakura.

Bakura groaned internally 'shit he remembers' "maybe" he nodded half-heartedly watching malik once again wondering what he thought of him and his weakness from the night before

"Yeah," It wasn't really a response, as there wasn't much to respond to.

Bakura looks at Malik "is there any Advil? my heads killing me" and it was although the light was better in here and that had help his head, it still felt like its was about to split. he couldn't remember ever having a headache this bad, and people have given him quiet a few head aches before.