Bakura roamed through the sewers, staggering and crashing into the walls as he walked aimlessly. He pulled off his mask, dry blood still around his mouth. He wiped it away before falling against a wall and slumping to his ass. He looked up at the roof of the sewers, the sound of rats squeaking and water dripping was all he could hear. "Like hell I'm gonna let myself die here" He staggered up, continuing to walk through the sewers. This time he knew where to go. Bakura had previously taken out numerous cameras at certain spots for him to use as passages between the sewers and the streets. He removed the manhole and climbed up the ladder with his one good arm, struggling the entire time and even falling down once. 

From there, he walked back to Meat! Meat! MEAT! everything seeming to be a blur. To the cameras, he would look like just every other drunk person while in reality he was a Ghoul in critical condition. He walked up the front door of the shop, hitting it open. The bell's chime rang through the room as Bakura entered, holding his broken left arm and still with his hood on. He lifted his head, blood and bruises all over his face. His eyes were cold as he looked at Edward [color=indigo]"I...need some help"[/color] He collapsed forward, his snow white hair breaking out of its ponytail and flying out into the open. He thudded on the ground, only with enough strength to barely keep his consciousness.