Yami's P.O.V.

I put a hand on Mark's head, feeling sweat pile up. Layla crawled next to me and I gave her a weak smile.

"I'm sure Mark will be fine..." She whispered and I looked down at him. It looked a bit like he was sleeping, but in a nightmare.

"Come on Mark... Come back." I whispered, wiping my hand on my shirt.

"He's fighting... It's putting strain on his body." Layla sighed and I rested my head on him. "This isn't good. At this rate, this body will be destroyed."

"What!" I yelped. I grabbed hold of Mark's hand, squeezing tight. "Come back now... Please?"

"No amount of asking will..."

"I know you can come back. Don't tire yourself out."