Kaiba doesn't try making words anymore. He breathes harshly, willing his body to relax as he lays there, shivering. Soon...soon it'll have to pass. The poison just had to work its way through his system, that's all. He had to pass it.

Lightheadedness finally overwhelms him, and the fever sweeps his consciousness away. He won't be the most still as he sleeps though; he tosses and turns, and he'd probably groan audibly if his vocal cords worked, but they don't. So it's hisses and heavy breathing.

Yuugi's suggestion that he sweat off the fever turns out to be what happens. For a few hours, he's squirmy and shivering...until the fever finally breaks and he can relax.

Somewhat.

He's still hearing things in his sleep. Feeling things on his skin...but in the rare instance he comes around briefly, as long as it's Yuugi's hands on him, he's able to slip back into oblivion with minimal anxiety.

It's hours later still, when he wakes up for good, his hair absolutely out of sorts, his body aching, and his insides feeling distinctly uncomfortable even now.

"Wh..."

...ere?

Oh. Ohh, that's almost a word, in almost a voice, but it's more wheeze than volume.