Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, this piece and all chapters to follow are not being produced for monetary gain.
Note: This is just an attempt to get back into the swing of things, the idea has been in my head for a while. I have been writing on and off since my last anime posting on FF dot net, but I haven't come up with something with a beginning and an end. This is my changing that.
Leads You Home
A Yu-Gi-Oh Fanfiction
Author: Distant Storm
Pairing/Shipping: Seto x Anzu; Azureshipping
"What do we have here?" The woman's voice was curt, direct, and a slight bit louder than a typical speaking voice.
There was some fidgeting, the sound of tools banging around, like ripping open a desk drawer in anger, or slamming it in rage to hear everything roll around inside. "Twenty year old white male, status post MVC. Pressure one-eighty over one-seventeen. Pulse one-thirty" A pause, the ripping of clothing, like a pair of sheers down a high-quality button down shirt. Some beeping, and the sound of ripped tape. The flourish of a sheet. "Obvious rib fractures, possible pneumo, deformities of the left arm, shoulder, and leg." More cutting, this time sounding difficult, like a coarser fabric or denim. "Positive loss of consciousness at scene."
The man was quickly interrupted by the woman. "Any periods of consciousness on the way here?"
His head shook. "No." The second woman stood up beside the gurney, regarding the medic while setting an unsightly large pair of sheers onto a metal cart. "Just one moment at the scene. Called out a name."
"Okay," The first woman said, nodding to the second. "Call Carlin, tell him he needs to eval this kid stat, I know we've got two rooms ready to go."
The second woman was gone in a flash of pale blue scrubs, leaving the room as fast as she had entered. The first woman wore dark maroon scrubs and spoke to the medic carefully. "Thank you," She began, regarding him with hardened eyes. "We'll take it from here. Have your people fax his info from the ride to extension 8732. We'll take good care of him."
"Yes ma'am," The paramedic said gently. "It's a long ride from Boston, we'd better get going." The slight drawl of the man's accent made her smirk. "We'll have to keep the lights on all the way, just to make it back before sunrise."
"Godspeed, sir," She said, with a curt nod. As the black-uniformed medic left the room, pushing a bright yellow gurney, a tall black haired man entered, white coat draped over his left shoulder, and stethoscope worn like a scarf.
He regarded her with gentle eyes, and examined the young man on the emergency room gurney. "Twenty year old male, status post MVC. Vitals all over the place, positive LOC, heartbeat weak and fluttery. Multiple fractures, scattered on the left side, seat belt lac, spleen rupture possible."
A nurse stood in the doorway, awaiting orders. The man placed his stethoscope on the injured patient's chest, and met her gaze. "Send him for X-rays of the left shoulder, chest, wrist, femur, and tib-fib. Add a full back to that. Get a CT head, non-contrast, and tell the techs stat on everything. They've got an hour. I'm calling trauma team, they'll meet up with you in CT in half an hour. Have someone call in the ultrasound tech, he looks like he might need that spleen dealt with. Get him outta here."
There wasn't even a second that passed before the nurse passed the room to the gurney, using her foot to disable the breaks. The gurney rose gently, and the nurse was off, wheeling her patient down the main ER hallway with gusto.
The doctor replaced his white lab coat and regarding his assistant with bright green eyes. "I have a bad feeling about this."
"You and me both, Carlin, you and me both."
There were few things in the world that actually upset Seto Kaiba. Most importantly, was anything concerning younger brother Mokuba. So when the call came in – and unfortunately, he was prepared for this, he always prepared for emergencies – he told Boston PD that his brother would be going to NYU's medical campus. Nothing personal, just better care. It wouldn't have mattered if it were a scratch. He would've been sent there immediately. But judging by the officer's tone, it was definitely more than a scratch.
What really pissed him off – out of concern, of course – was that the medics at the scene told him it was unnecessary to use a helicopter, that transport would be sufficient with an ambulance. He wasn't stupid, though the thought had crossed the CEO's mind to suggest using his own personal helicopter. Knowing they wouldn't go for it, Seto did the only thing he could do: told them to move their fucking asses, and tell Isono to gas up the helicopter. He was in DC, and it would take a little time to get there.
When he entered the emergency room, he was surprised to see it only half full. It was nothing like a television program, where people were rushing around, screaming stat this, and stat that, and clear! No, it was surprisingly calm.
He strode up to the desk, with an air of power surrounding him. The first nurse he saw, a blonde in light pink scrubs, smiled gently at him, and stood. Her name tag read "Laurissa."
"Where is my brother, Mokuba." His English, as usual, was flawless, and this question was phrased as a statement.
The woman sat for a moment and began typing frantically on the computer before her. "It looks like he is in bay three," She paused, and looked over to the empty bay. "Hang on one second, I'm not actually his nurse, so let me just find out where they took him."
Her incompetence angered him. His fists tensed at his sides as he tried his damnedest not to rip the computer monitor off the desk, knowing there were laws regarding patient privacy. But in any event, this was his only living relative, and he was hurt, and Seto knew nothing as of yet.
The woman stat down at the desk before him again, after a moment. "Okay," she began. "You can wait in his room, he's in CT right now for testing. The docs will be right with you."
The CEO again felt like this woman's polite smile and masked brown eyes were taunting him as he went to wait in the small white room, with a sliding supermarket style door that was perpetually open. It was annoying to him that he of all people had to wait. At this point, everyone knew who he was, who is brother was! At times like this, it would be wise for all people to know about what was going on with any celebrities that came through their doors. Especially celebrities with exceptionally powerful older brothers.
It was at this moment, the one that had Seto Kaiba sitting awkwardly in an uncomfortable chair taking in the disinfectant laden scent of his surroundings, that his eyes fell on a mass of clothing strewn across the floor. The teal colored silk of the shirt, in particular, caught his eye being at such stark contrast to the eggshell color of the tiled floor. He stood and picked up the bundle of clothing, his businessman's facade masking his surprise at finding that the clothing was wet.
Wet? Seto grasped the shirt at the back collar, finding the designer shirt's tag. This was definitely Mokuba's. And, he realized, it was cut directly down the front in an awkward, unorganized line.
"This is a seven hundred dollar shirt," The CEO scoffed. Money to him was nothing, but these people had no idea what they were doing, and they certainly couldn't afford – wait. His train of thought was derailed by the sight of blood heavily covering the left side to back of the shirt.
Like it was poisonous, the elder brother dropped the garment on the floor. That was a lot of blood. Glutton for punishment, he plucked up the pair of distressed jeans off the floor, only to realize that they too, were slashed up the pant legs. All the way up.
The pink clad nurse was waiting for him when he returned to the desk. "They had to cut his clothes off, Mr. Kaiba. They didn't want to jostle him too much. He has a few fractures, from what I heard."
A sigh of relief escaped the CEO, much to the surprise of the nurse. He still deemed her incompetent, but he supposed he could deal with her. Just fractures? That meant a few months of limited mobility and some therapy, but nothing too bad. For a second he almost wondered why he even bothered flying up. Mokuba was an adult now. He could handle himself.
"HOUSE STAFF ATTENTION: CODE BLUE, FIRST FLOOR, CT. HOUSE STAFF ATTENTION: CODE BLUE, FIRST FLOOR, CT."
The sound of heavy footsteps alerted the elder Kaiba that someone was running. "Laur, who else do we have in CT?"
"Uh, Doctor Scoffield, we only have one-"
Kaiba was on his feet in a tenth of a second, at the desk, in the nurse's face. "That's my brother!" He roared, turning to the doctor only to find he was already running in what Seto presumed was the direction of the CT. "What the hell is a code blue?"
"Cardiac arrest, sir," Laurissa whispered.
It didn't matter what volume she had said it in, he heard, but couldn't comprehend it. Light and sound seemed to stand still as he took off in the direction of the doctor.
End Notes: So, since it's been quite a while since I've posted, I thought I would just through this short bit out here as a prelude and see what the response is. If you have any interest in reading, please don't hesitate to follow or provide feedback. I work in a hospital, so I'm trying to make this as realistic as possible. If you have any questions or want clarification, please let me know.
Thanks for reading!