Yuugi had been lying face-down on his bed when the splashing started, and he couldn't help it: he groaned in a tone that betrayed just how much his muscles a c h e d.

First, he carried this man home.

Then, he took care of his wounds in his bathtub.

With strength he did not have, he arranged his body in the tub and filled it as far as it could go. Thankfully it was a Japanese-style bathroom, so he was used to water getting everywhere.

Then he had to take the food out of his bag and convert it into a fried rice mixture so it wouldn't go bad.

Fish fried rice with shrimp wasn't terrible, and he'd only just finished cooking and letting the food start to cool when... that.

That. Happened.

At least the guy was awake...

With a loud groan, Yuugi filled a large bowl with food, grabbed a spoon, and pulled himself together to poke his head into the bathroom.

"Are you... okay...?"