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For those of you who have read some of my other stories and are waiting impatiently, or patiently, for me to update my other stories, fear not! I am in the process of writing them and they should be done hopefully very soon! Alas, school has hindered me greatly...Anywho! On with the story!

The cardiograph beeped its obnoxious rhythm throughout the otherwise cold, dead silence. She had left the lights off as if to make sure that no one would find her there. The room's blue hue in the darkness didn't help to cheer the mood. She let out a heartbroken sigh as she stared blankly into the darkness. She swallowed a wad of knots in her throat and let her head fall mercilessly on her knees, her disheveled hair creating a messy veil to hide her face. She still couldn't believe that it had actually happened. Nothing seemed real. Yet she still somehow remembered it so well, as if it was yesterday, although it had only been earlier that same day.

"I still don't know why you bothered to duel me again. You know you're just going to end up losing." she scoffed, sliding a face-down card into its slot on her duel disk.

She couldn't even remember the cards she played or what strategies she used, but she did remember every single word she said. She winced as the whole scene played back in her mind; she could still taste the words on her tongue. As she clenched her fists, she still almost felt the cards in her hands. Her eyes burned into the duel disk she had so uncharacteristically hapharzardly dropped on the chair. At that moment, she never wanted to see it again.

"If you have any sense at all, you'd probably be re-thinking that statement. I'm not the one that's going to lose this time." her opponent retorted before placing two cards face down and switching a monster into defense mode.

She deliberately chose not to look. She didn't want to see it. She knew that if she even so much as glanced over, she'd probably be thrown into an even more discombobulated state.

"How many times do I have to tell you? No matter how many times we duel, there's nothing you could do that would impress me enough to make me like you." she snapped, sending her monster to attack his defense.

She buried her face in her knees once again. She had no idea how she could constantly spit out words that seemed so stupid, so selfish, so utterly careless. It all seemed so pointless now. She recalled her yearning for 'precious jewels' in her duel monsters deck after observing Jesse Anderson, her jealousy of the gutsy girl who dared to have a crush on Jaden, and most of all, her spite for Chazz's attitude, overconfidence, and person in general; along with everything else she didn't even want to bother thinking about. It wasn't difficult to see that the spiky-haired punk liked her, but she began to wonder when it was that she started to secretly hate him so much or take so much pleasure in making his life miserable or laugh when his life made him miserable all by itself.

"As if." he snorted, almost amused as his defense was wiped away, after which he used the monster's special ability and a magic card to launch an offensive back at her. She countered with her face-down trap card, which he de-spelled with his other face-down card.

It all seemed so trivial now. All that strategy and confidence that she expended and now she regretted every single part of it. She couldn't remember much now. Everything began to blur together the more she involuntarily thought about it. All she remembered is that, by a couple sacrifices and a magic card or two, she had summoned a monster that would obliterate him once and for all. This time, though, it would be nearly literal.

The force of the blow sent him flying backwards. Caught off-guard, his feet tried to find footing, but slipped as the soil gave way. She stood frozen, staring blankly at the cliff where her opponent had slipped. By the grace of quick reflexes, he had grabbed the lowest branch of a withered tree on the edge. As he struggled to retain his grip and try to regain solid ground, she still stood there, her legs beginning to quiver. Maybe it was the pressure, maybe it was the wind chill, even she couldn't say. Her breath hitched when she heard the dreadfully loud sound of the branch cracking under the weight. Her heart seemed to skip a beat every time that cracking sound rang loud and clear, along with the sound of her opponent trying to keep his cool and reach solid ground at the same time. When she saw that the branch was about to break, her feet finally decided to move as she broke into a run towards the cliff just as it ripped itself from the dead tree. She reached her hand out futilely as he fell towards the depths of water and rocks below, his eyes wide as saucers as he reached for her hand. When he continued to fall, she saw him close his eyes tightly, as if preparing for pain. She wrenched her eyes closed and screamed, unwilling to believe that it really happened. She began sobbing uncontrollably. Everything after that all became a blur. Even the emergency officers' arrival barely registered in her memory.

She couldn't help but blame herself at this point. Here he was, laying incapacitated in a hospital bed on campus with a head injury and two broken legs, at least. She had stopped listening after the doctor had continued to list injuries after the broken legs. She still had no idea how long he'd be unconscious or if he'd wake up at all. If only she'd called off that attack, then none of them would be in this mess. Maybe she could have let him win, just that once. She had only won by barely 200 life points anyway. Had he drawn one more time, he probably would have won. But nooo, she had to prove that she could fend for herself and didn't need him or want him; at the expense of his safety and quite possibly, his life. She didn't even want to know the chances that he would end up dying. The thought of someone's death, especially someone she knew, being her fault completely unraveled her. She already felt totally crummy for being responsible for this. Okay, 'crummy' was a complete understatement.

She glanced over, her head and insides wracking painfully as she looked at him. His head was wrapped in bandages, his ebony hair hanging over his closed eyes. She was only thankful that he could somehow still breathe on his own, as if his body continued to work even as his mind and everything else that made him HIM lay dormant or dead still inside him. Dead. That word sent shivers up her spine. She rubbed her arms with her hands to warm them and perhaps give her a little comfort in the dark loneliness of the shadows in the night.

That cardiograph still beeped obnoxiously, as if to give her a constant, periodic reminder at what she'd caused. With a slow and awkward gesture, she gently moved his bangs so he could see just in case somehow he woke up. She felt quite pathetic doing this, knowing that the chances of him actually waking up were a thousand to one, at least. She would feel even more awkward if he actually did wake up to find her gawking down at him on a chair next to the hospital bed.

Right now, though, as she continued to watch him, she realized how incredibly tired she was and how tempting sleep sounded at the moment. She scooted the chair closer to the hospital bed and resolved just to lean on the bed for a few minutes and rest her eyes.

Next thing she knew, her body had drawn her into the state of a dream. She dreamt that she was dancing at a senior high school prom she had long yearned to attend. Everything seemed just as she imagined, until somebody walked through the door, coming in late and causing the deejay to stop the music. Everybody turned to see the person wheeling in a wheelchair. The figure in the wheelchair wore a tuxedo over the bandages around his head, an attached IV bag dangling from the back of the wheelchair. His dark eyes droned on no one in particular and seemed to stare out into space. Her heart lurched as her dream shifted.

She was standing in a cementary, wearing entirely black and holding an umbrella to shield herself from the beating rain that continued to fall. It beat down on her ankles, uneffected by the umbrella. Her eyes itched and she wiped away the 'rain' from her eyes with her sleeve. She gently set down the bouquet of flowers at the foot of the gravestone. If anything, the dark blue irises seemed to fit him, even though they weren't black. So simple and yet so complicated, like him. Such a shallow surface, but beyond it delved the depths that were not often understood. She bit her lip to hold back a sniffle and stared at Chazz Princeton's name engraved in the stone.

She nearly jolted awake as the blinding lights made her eyes go white. She squinted to let her eyes adjust as a young male voice questioned, "Alexis? Are you still here?"

If you guys are sitting there waiting for the next chapter, it is not here yet. I will hopefully be finished the next chapter soon if my school doesn't load me with too much homework. To be truthful I probably shouldn't have begun this one when I did. I still have two chapter fics in the works, but I have too many fic ideas to keep in my head at one time! Therefore, yet another chapter fic has been born! Tell me what you guys think...and tell me if I'm out of character or if this random idea that came to me while I was sweeping the floor at work is just totally lame. Tootles everybody!

Preview: Bacon and Texas-style home-fries? When visitors come to see Chazz with some of the strangest get-well gifts known to the human race, Alexis falls deeper into the feeling that she alone is responsible. In trying to forget and run away from her problems, she gets a lecture/pep talk by the most unexpected person.