knocking on the door

[kernelpanicking]

[ WHO ]: kernelpanicking, spiritofathief, sword_of_k, and SEMI-OPEN.
[ WHERE ]: Apartment 555
[ WHEN ]: Around this.
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Semi-open.
[ RATING ]: PG-13
[ WARNINGS ]: For blood and injuries, thus far.
[ NOTES ]: For those that responded to the log and wanted to show up during/after Muraki's patch job.

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[kernelpanicking]

The first thing, he's sure that he can remember, is facts, simple things. You don't go running with scissors. Don't use double-sided sticky tape to torment the pomeranian-chihuahua that belonged to the aunt. And you don't go careening down steps, or halls, or made stupid turns, or talked to ghosts.

By all means, he's sure he should be dead.

Oh, well, some part of Wei thought. Oh, well, since a stupid car crashes weren't going to be enough to to him in, right?

Wei muttered something. Something, because he, himself, wasn't sure he was making sense, much less able to hear himself-- part of the process. Another one of those idle thoughts. Lethargy was just how it went. But he nodded, as if the Spirit could see him, a little weirded out that he couldn't feel anything. Blood loss, Wei keeps reminding himself.

Ah, but mom didn't raise an idiot, that was for sure. First sight of that much blood?

Call the doctor.

Easy right.

Man he was feeling nauseous, though, hunched in his chair, using his sagging body weight to put pressure on his wounded arm. Oh, that wasn't anywhere near as much of a mess as the back of him. Wei was a little busy thanking whatever was left of his good karma that he hadn't broken his neck.

[kernelpanicking]

Wei focused on Bakura's face, surprising himself with how easy it was. Maybe it was that contact. A focal point. Reality. Relief. The emotional core was shouting with it, with the utter sense of 'oh, thank God, I'm saved! I'm a believer now!'.

Too bad that didn't always equal the real reaction. Which was to blink, carefully, slowly, like it was all out of depth. And it was. Foggy. Far away. And so utterly close it was painful. It was like some dream. Or maybe just another whacked out nightmare.

"Did you... did you know the human body..." Wei found himself saying instead of 'yes', brows scrunched together in concentration. Keep the mind working, keep it going, keep conscious. Falling asleep again would be bad. "That the average-- average human body holds one-point-five gallons of blood?"

Because it was on his mind. What was he anything but a realist?

"And that goes down to five-point-six-seven-eight-eleven liters, or a hundred and ninty-seven ounces..."

It was as close to a 'yes' as Bakura was going to get.

Wei was blankly registering, somewhere, that he felt like a damned idiot. What kind of guy gets spooked, in the middle of a hunt, and gets busted up before even finding anything? Might as well as have dropped dead doing laundry or something... But he didn't look away, all things considered.

FFFF that took me a while to figure out.

[kernelpanicking]

Royal flush, royal flush, gambling, card shark-- word association. Think. Because his eyes caught the motion, confused by the difference and sound. Wh-where was he going? Leaving? Oh god, leaving-- leaving, leaving-- not leaving--

Back to odds-- numbers. Now, see, Wei went to college for a short while, but he went long enough. Middle of two girls, you had to find a way to attain some level of status when the bathroom was over run.

Somewhere, Wei winced. "A-ah! Ow-- uh-- There are 2,598,960 possible... po-possible five-card hands you can be dealt..." He tried to think about it. Tried to churn it out, make it make sense.

"So, one out of about 42,000 hands result in a Royal Flush after the draw," he licked his lips, speech slurring while the mind tried to fight the lethargy. Which was a problem, since that was kind of what happened with blood loss. Or an iron deficiency. "But only four out of 2,598,960 hands you're dealt are Royal Flushes--"

A breath. Breathe, Wei, he had to tell himself, trying to discern some meaning from Bakura's expression, his face, whatever he could grasp. "What was the question?"

But that's cheating!

[kernelpanicking]

Wei's first reaction was to try and shrink away, grimacing, and just not having the energy outside of a strangled sort of noise. He was scared. He knows it. It kind of wasn't a secret. Dying frightened him. This whole place frightened him.

"--gh-- t-two thousand..." Think, he had to tell himself. Think.

It's hard to do that, learning into that towel, and sunbursts in his eyes surprised him enough to close his eyes, at least to keep from feeling like he was escaping reality all together. He remembered... the coffee-- and saying stupid things, and... Geez, was it him or was it cold?

Wei swallowed thickly. "--thousand and five hundred to one." At least he thought so. Reducing mere fractions was a little difficult at the moment.

NO YOU DIDN'T YOU LIE. And yes, please.

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"Sacramento-- I was born in Cali--" Wei found himself squeezing Bakura's hand right back, hard as he was able, fingers trembling. It wasn't much force to begin with. "Try something harder..."

Eyes fluttered, opened, lids heavy. Oh, this was going to hurt worse tomorrow...