Heva: Ok this story is kinda depressing, not a hundred percent sure why I wrote it but I think it's my attempt to make sense of all the things that have been happening in my life recently so lets see how it turns out.

Summary: Seto has to face the possibility of life without the one he loves, and Mokuba is loosing his closest friend. Those around them are facing their own problems and can't help him as he drifts in and out of depression. Can he recover his life and help those around him, or is it going to turn into a suicide fanfic? It mainly revolves around Seto and Mokuba's feelings at the time.

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Seto paced up and down the waiting room. He had been there for almost three hours now without hearing anything new. Why had it happened? Why? Anyone deserved it more than he did! Heck Mokuba deserved it more than he did but no only the good die young. Seto allowed a tear to roll down his cheek before trying to draw the tattered remains of his mask back together. It was worthless as the tears began to drip down his chin and splash onto the floor below. He collapsed into the chair and began to weep into his hands. Half sobs escaping every now and then. It must have been at least ten minutes he guessed before he had it back under control again. The clock ticked loudly, every second making his heart ache that little bit more.

Tick … another second not knowing.

Tick … another second when his boyfriend may have stopped breathing.

Tick … another second without life?

They hadn't even gone public with their relationship yet. Seto hadn't wanted to until they were both certain that the relationship was what they really wanted. Only their family and Joey knew, they hadn't even told the others yet! Seto had been going to tell him tonight that he thought they should tell them. He had been going to take the step and tell them tonight at Joey's party.

"Are you the boyfriend?" asked a hesitant voice from the doorway. Seto looked up into the eyes of the nurse who had spoken.

Seto nodded mutely.

"You can come and see him now if you want. If you will just follow me, please." The nurse turned as Seto stood, feeling completely nub. He was expecting the worst after being told about the accident. The other guy died on impact, his corpse thrown through the widescreen as the pedestrian was crushed by the front of the car and the solid brick wall behind. It was apparently one of the most spectacular survivals in the last year, but that didn't comfort Seto.

"He's stable but don't hold out much hope, even if he gains consciousness he won't be the same. He has severe brain damage from the collision so he'll probably never recover." Seto felt like screaming at her but remained silent as he opened the door and stepped into the room. The glaring whiteness was in stark contrast with the red blood being pumped around various tubes, and the multitude of machines. Seto felt the tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he gazed at the figure in the bed. His boyfriend, his lover, the only one other than Mokuba ever to put up with him for any length of time. He pulled the seat someone had placed in the room to the side of the bed. His hands held a smaller paler hand in theirs as tears fell down his cheeks again.

"You can't leave; me and Mokuba need you. I can't live without you. I'm a complete wreck. I've cried three times today, three, that's more than I've ever cried in my life." Seto smiled through his tears as he gazed at the face of his boyfriend. "I need you, Yuugi, my Yuugi."

The ward was silent apart from the occasional beep, quiet sobbing and the ticking of a clock, counting down the seconds left.

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Heva: I know it's short but it's only the prologue I'll upload the first chapter when I can.