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Wha� Where am I?

Wait � why can�t I move my hands?
Tied�? I�m tied down? What the fuck?!

�Hey!� The voice of the
white-haired boy in the bed, tied down for his own safety, is hoarse and
demanding. �Hey, somebody let me outta here!�

No ones comes. He pulls at the
restraints a moment longer, beginning to panic. Where is he? Is he a prisoner?
What happened? What�s going on? �Where am I, anyway? What�s going on? Why the
hell am I tied down? Somebody fucking answer me!��

Then there�s another hoarse voice,
from the other side of the blank white curtain that�s surrounding him, cutting
him off from the real world. �Hospital.�

What? �What the hell? Who are you?�

�You�re in the hospital. You�re
restrained because you were screaming and trying to fight the doctors.�

�What the � Kaiba?� He pulls at his
arms again and gives up. �What the hell? Why am I here?�

The hoarse voice is completely
expressionless. �The explosion at school. They brought us all here.�

�Ex-

�RYOU!�

�Dead.�

�Fuck you, Kaiba! Fuck you! He�s
not fucking dead! Where is he?!�

�Dead. He�s dead. And the teacher.
And some others. And� some of the little kids.�

�He�s not fucking dead!�

�They�re going to sedate you
again.�

He falls silent. Ryou� Ryou isn�t
dead� Ryou� Ryou, answer me, hikari. Fucking answer me! Now!

No answer. Why wouldn�t he answer?
He always answers. He�s obedient and good and kind and he can�t be dead! He�s
everything his yami isn�t� they need each other� We need each other! You can�t
be dead! Ryou, answer me! Please�

He�s not answering. He�s not there.
He can feel it � the emptiness in his mind where he can always feel Ryou�s
bright shining light� it�s gone. He�s gone.

He is dead� It sinks in. Ryou
really isn�t going to answer him� he really isn�t going to answer� ever� No!

�No��

Neither Kaiba nor Ryou answers him.

Rest his head in his hands� he
can�t move his hands. �Damn it, get these fucking things off of me!�

�They can�t hear you.�

�Then you do it, Kaiba. Get over
here and untie me! I promise I won�t rip your fucking head off � just get these
fucking things off of me!� There�s a note of panic to the voice, no longer
quite as hoarse.

�I can�t� I can�t see.�

�You mean you�re blind? Fucking
fantastic.�

�No - it�s all blurry.�

�You can see well enough to get
these damn things off of me.� He pulls at them again. �Please, Kaiba � I can�t
stand to be tied up! Just get them off!� That�s the key� just get them off. One
thing at a time. As long as he worries about the restraints that are holding
him here, he won�t have to think about Ryou� Ryou being dead� Ryou never coming
back� �Please, just get them off!�

After a long pause, there are
sounds behind the curtain. A slow step. After a moment, the curtain is pulled
back, and Kaiba is standing there, holding himself up with it. His skin has a
definite grayish hue to it, and his eyes don�t seem to focus properly. There�s
a bandage wrapped tightly around his left hand, immobilizing the fingers and
wrist. That side of his face and neck, and the exposed arm, all look red and a
little blistered, as though burned, and there�s a bandage on his forehead over
his right eye, as well. It�s lucky the beds are only about two steps apart,
because Kaiba is connected to an IV and at least one machine by the wires on
his chest.

�You look like shit, Kaiba.�

There�s no response, as Kaiba lets
go of the curtain and takes the step to the bed. His immobilized left hand
supports him on the side of the bed as he fumbles at the strap with his right;
he must be left-handed. I never noticed that before.

Finally! He pulls his hand free and
uses it to free his other, then sits up and undoes the straps on his ankles. He
can move again�!

�Thanks,� he mutters. A glance over
at Kaiba, who seems to be summoning the strength to return to his own bed. �You
really do look like shit.�

�I know.� He pushes himself off the
edge of the bed and manages the two steps to his own hard hospital-bed before
collapsing back into it, then rearranging himself and pulling the blanket up
and turning away from his roommate.

�What happened?�

�There was an explosion in
chemistry when� when the middle-schoolers were being shown around��

�I know that! But why? Did one of
the brats mess with something? Was it your little brother?�

�NO!� Kaiba doesn�t turn around,
but his shoulders go all tense.

�Ra, Kaiba, what the hell�s wrong
with you?�

Silence.

�Did your little brother bite it
too?�

Silence.

�He did, huh?�

Silence.

He grins and sits up, leaning
toward Kaiba. This takes his mind off if Ryou� Needling Kaiba means he doesn�t
have to remember that the same thing happened to hikari, to his other half�
�He�s not here, and we all know that brat hangs around you every chance he can
get, even when he�s not wanted � isn�t that right? Don�t you just want to shove
him away sometimes, just yell at him to mind his own business? I bet you did, a
couple times. Bet you regret it now. �Nii-sama� this and �nii-sama� that� Well,
no more �nii-sama� for you, Kaiba.�

The other boy�s shoulders begin to
shake slightly. Brunet head disappears further into the blanket until nothing
but hair is seen, only the top half of his head.

�You remembering every time you
were mean to him? Every time you used him or yelled at him or proved to him
what a jackass you are?� Silence. �Bet you regret it all now. Bet you�d give
anything to bring him back� sell your soul to��

He trails off and turns away.
Ryou�.

I�d sell my soul to bring you back,
Ryou.

Ryou�

The door opens; neither of them sees
it.

�How are you, Seto?�

Silence.

�No more heart attacks, at least.
That�s very good. Is your vision getting any better?�

Silence.

�Okay, follow my pen. Good� good� Well, it doesn�t
seem to have improved much. But you�ll be okay before too long. Your hand
should regain about seventy percent mobility in a month or so, with the proper
physical therapy� it might regain more after that, might even regain
eighty-five or ninety percent, if you�re lucky. The burns should heal fully,
with very little scarring. That�s good, isn�t it?�

Silence.

�Seto, you know,
we have people you can talk to� About your brother��

Silence.

There�s a sigh.
�Seto, you can�t keep doing this. You need to talk to someone about it.�

Silence.

Another sigh. The
doctor steps over to the other bed. �Yami?�

Only yadonushi
calls me that! �Bakura.�

�Okay, Bakura.
How are you feeling?�

�Go to hell.�

�I guess you�re
feeling more lively. The same thing goes for you, you know. There are
professionals here you can talk to� about your twin.�

He sits up and
glares at the doctor. �He wasn�t my twin, he was my fucking hikari, you
got that? The other half of my soul! And I�m not going to fucking talk about
it!�

�It�s all right,
I understand. You don�t have to talk about him if you don�t want to; it was
only a suggestion. You don�t seem to have been hurt too badly��

�Standing in the
back of the classroom,� he mutters. �He was showing the little kids around��

�Who was �
Ryou?�

He glares at the
doctor. �No fucking shit! Who�d you think I was talking about � Kaiba? Like
he�d do something like that. He was working on his fucking experiment � I
wouldn�t be surprised if that was what blew up and killed them!� That�s good �
find someone to blame it on. And Kaiba is a good person to blame it on. It
might even be true.

The brunet�s
shoulders hunch further and he disappears completely into his blanket. Trying
to block the world out, like little kids do� the blanket will make all the bad
things disappear�

�There�s no need
to be throwing blame like that, Bakura. No one knows what happened yet. I�m
sure it will all turn out to have been some accident. Until you know, just
don�t jump to conclusions.� He inspects the boy on the bed. �Any vision
problems?�

�No.� The answer
is harsh and bitter.

�Any problems
moving?�

�How the hell
should I know? I just woke up and got your fucking restraints off of me.�

He seems
surprised. �You got them off?�

Shrug. �Kaiba
got them off.�

The doctor turns
to the other patient. �You shouldn�t have been moving yet, Seto. Not so soon
after that episode. No more.�

Silence.

Another sigh,
then the doctor turns back to Bakura. �Well, so far, we haven�t really found
anything wrong � you were knocked out by the blast, a few minor lacerations,
but nothing major. That�s good news, at least.�

Now it�s his
turn to be silent.

�We�ll do some
tests, of course, but you should be ready to go in a couple days.�

�Whatever.�

A hand rests on his
shoulder, and squeezes slightly. Somehow, he doesn�t care enough to shrug it
off. �Lunch should be here in an hour or so, for both of you. You both need to
eat it and regain your strength.� Another squeeze, and he stands up. �Did you
hear me, Seto?�

Silence.

The doctor sits
on the edge of Kaiba�s bed. He watches without much interest.

Hand on Kaiba�s
shoulder now. �Seto, listen to me. You can�t keep doing this. Denying it
doesn�t make it any less real. Do you understand me? Talk to someone; if not me,
then one of the psychologists, or one of your classmates. Okay?� There must be
some reply � or maybe he decides not to wait for one. He stands. He leaves.

The boy sitting
on the bed watches Kaiba for a while, but he does nothing, and eventually he
lies down and faces away from him.

It�s nearly and
hour and a half before lunch arrives. The nurse tries to rouse Kaiba, obviously
thinking he�s asleep, then asks Bakura to tell him about it when he awakes. He
knows he�s already awake and doesn�t bother to tell her.

He sits there
and eats his own lunch. Except for the Jell-O, it isn�t too horrible� Jell-O.
What the hell is this shit? Or maybe just generic gelatin desert number one.
Either way, it�s gross as hell. Why would they feed it to sick people? Must be some
sort of punishment for being weak.

He looks at
Kaiba, still all hunched up in his bed. �You gonna eat yours, brother-killer?�

Silence.

He frowns, and
goes over to grab Kaiba�s shoulder and pull him back. There�s a slight hiss of
pain as he grabs the burned arm, but still no response. The unfocused blue eyes
look dull.

�I asked you if
you were going to eat.�

Kaiba shakes his
head very slightly, and turns away again, injured hand pressed to his chest. He
shrugs and takes the tray for himself, leaving the Jell-O untouched but neatly
polishing off everything else. Maybe he�ll fake being sick so he can stay here�
Kaiba to needle, free food, nothing to do� and all he has to put up with are
doctors trying to talk to him about Hikari, and Jell-O. Maybe it wouldn�t be so
bad.

Maybe when Ryou visits, he�ll eat the stupid Jell-O�
he likes that sort of thing. He wonders why he can�t feel Ryou�s light in his
mind.

The doctor
returns a few minutes after the food is finished. He barely glances at him;
Kaiba doesn�t move at all. He smiles at them, though it is mostly wasted.

�Good job, boys.
I want those plates just as clean at every meal, got it?�

�Whatever.�

Silence.

He doesn�t
mention that he ate Kaiba�s food, and Kaiba doesn�t say anything about it either.
Neither of them is complaining, obviously. Kaiba avoids being talked to by the
doctor more than strictly necessary, and he gets more food. Win-win deal.

�Okay, boys.�
Clasping Kaiba�s shoulder in a comforting manner, but gently so as not to
aggravate the burns. �Bakura, come with me, if you don�t mind. We need to run
some of those tests now.�

He stands
without a word, and follows the doctor out.

�You�ll be glad
to know you�ll be enjoying my company for sometime yet,� he says to Kaiba as he
reenters the room, and then drops into the bed. �Why�d the fucking chemistry
lab have to blow up, huh? I wasn�t listening too close, but they said
something about poisoning� �observation for a month�� restricted diet��
whatever. How long you in for, huh?�

Silence.

�Well, let�s
see. Got some pretty bad burns there � second degree, I�d say. Still got those
vision problems? I assume so. And whatever the hell�s wrong with your hand�
what is wrong with your hand?� He sits up and peers toward the other
boy, but all that�s visible is some brown hair above the blanket. �Looks pretty
bad. Can you move it at all?�

Silence, but the
head moves slightly; it looks like he�s shaking it, no, no movement�

�No,
huh? That sucks. So, I�d say a couple months, at least. And what was the doc
talking about a heart attack? You couldn�t take it when you learn Mokuba got
offed?�

It�s
very faint� but he hears words. �You were screaming and fighting the doctors��

He
falls silent again� That�s right, hikari� you can�t�

�Shut
up, Kaiba. Like you give a shit anyway. Just think about how much of a jerk you
were to poor little Moki.� Brown hair disappears under the blanket. White hair
turns around and faces the wall, so that he doesn�t have to see. Kaiba makes
him think about hikari� I don�t want to think about you, hikari� because you�re
gone and you�re not answering� If you�d only answer me�

But
Ryou is silent. And Kaiba is silent.
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Wha� Where am I?

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