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WHO: Cho and you
WHAT: visiting the coma patient?
WHERE: "Cho's rooms" in the palace (even though she hasn't actually spent a single night there until now).
WHEN: From the end of Loki's ice plot on GHB1 through GHB6 (and possibly extended a bit longer, idk)

NOTES: Let me know what day they're visiting either in your tag or the subject line.
WARNINGS: I honestly can't imagine any cropping up.

Cho hadn't come down from Loki's ice tower under her own power. By the time they'd actually overcome all obstacles, she'd been badly injured and running on magic and willpower alone. The confirmation that there was no danger had been her undoing. Another of Loki's stupid pranks. And she's succumbed to the pain and fatigue, her magic catching her right at the brink of death and slowing her body's natural reaction in order to mend it. She'd been carried back to town, still and barely breathing, skin and lips blue and ice cold, and Loki had immediately foisted her off on the first peasant who looked sturdy enough to carry a hundred pounds of sorceress and miscellaneous gear without dropping her on her comatose head.

The man had taken her straight to the palace, and her assigned staff had been only too happy to take responsibility for her. They'd dressed her in the most ridiculously frilly dress the palace seamstresses had made for her, brushed her hair out into a shining black cloud around her, arranging it and her clothing to cover the horrible dark bruises that marred her skin and spoke of the extent of internal bleeding. As long as the nasty bits of life were hidden, the villagers seemed more than happy to pretend they didn't exist.

Now she was laid her out carefully in bed as though she were only sleeping. With the windows thrown open, butterflies had begun to gather in her hair and small birds had taken up residence in the canopy of the bed. Tiny woodland creatures found their way into the room, bringing with them wildflowers gnawed off at the stem.

She looked every inch the beautiful fairytale princess. Probably because she couldn't move or talk.

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Rumors of a sleeping princess were a bit of a cause for worry when they started, especially when there were so few of them... Last time there had been a whole complicated mess with spinning wheels that he had been caught at (again!) but this time...

Finally, he had braced himself for the inevitable and asked where this princess might be found.

A half hour later he escaped from the resulting gaggle that had clustered around him as they were fighting over what the proper outfit for a Mage acting as a Prince would be and headed for the castle.

He gently shooed away the birds and butterflies as he moved to the bed. "Cho? It's me, Bakura, can you hear me at all...?" he asked.

Hopefully he could just use his magic to break whatever spell she was under...

She was aware of him, in a strange way, the way that sounds of the real world occasionally filtered into dreams - alarm clocks became fog horns, ringing phones became bicycle bells. But for an outward reaction, there was nothing. Her chest barely moved, so slight and slow an inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, one might think her dead or frozen.

It didn't take long for the butterflies to come back, landing on Bakura, too, now. And the birds weren't far behind.

The shooing motion was almost distracted this time as he watched her, a worried frown growing on his face. "I wonder if it is a spell..." he though aloud. He hesitated a moment before very gingerly putting a hand on her chest over her heart (taking great pains to void touching anything other than flat skin,) before closing his eyes in concentration.

A soft white glow began to build up around him before he very gently sent his consciousness into the sleeping woman to try and see what magic or injury lay inside her.

Her heartbeat was steady, if incredibly slow. Too slow. But her body lived, and her mind held on to life, stubbornly, curled inside her magic. The tiny little flame that was Cho, held safe and far away until it was strong enough to burn on its own again.

But that was a long way off. Her body was still a mess. Internal organs, ruptured and torn, mending slowly. Bones, too, and so much blood, pooled under her skin, leaving her a mottled mess beneath the ridiculous gown.

Not good, not good at all... It was with an almost clinical detachment that he began working, energy sinking into every broken and battered bit of her body, feeding the cells as it encouraged them to regrow and heal. Blood began to be absorbed as the bones knitted and organs sealed themselves back up, Bakura's consciousness flitting from place to place as he poured his own life energy into her, guiding and fueling the healing process as best he could.

It helped. It didn't wake her up, didn't heal her completely, but Bakura was more than capable of helping things along. He was also able to see just how bad the damage was, just what a close call it had been. And the more he tried to heal, the more he probably realized that her magic dealt in balances. Fixing her began to cause him pain, and something that probably felt an awful lot like Cho tried to push him out, to protect him.

He winced slightly, but pushed on, giving whatever he could despite the pain until his energy was weak enough that he lost his hold and his consciousness all but flew back into his body.

He groaned slightly, reaching up to put a hand to his forehead as he assessed his own magic levels. He'd lost some HP in that... Maybe about half of it. Nothing too terrible but still exhausting all the same.

Hopefully he had been able to do enough...

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