Hey everyone! This is the first of a group of stories which i will be writing, they all take place in the same three months but are each about different sets of characters. So this one is Seto and Ishizu's in the end I may write one for most of the characters I'm not sure yet. To the disclaimer so that we can get on with the story, I don't and never will own Yugioh, the end. As a warning there will be some mature themes in this fic maybe not in the first chapter but later just be warned as your starting.

The room felt bitter cold like an arctic wind was laying across the sleeping boys arms. He shivered violently as he felt the cold slip under his blanket and up his stiff spine. The other boy in the room quickly pulled the blankets up, securing them under the little boys chin and lightly stroking his pale cheek. The sleeping figured opened his eyes slightly, 'why is this so hard' he thought blinking in the dim hospital light.

"Mokuba?" The boy on the bed took a deep breath willing the world to stop spinning, 'what had happened?' he groaned miserably and curled to his side. The other boy felt every though leave his head, the only thing that mattered was this sudden renewed feeling of both hope and fear, he clutched to the little boys shoulders.

"Mokuba are you okay" 'Stupid question why am I asking him that!' Mokuba reached out his hand eyes still half opened as he tried to bring the room into focus. He felt his brother fingers entwine into the out stretched ones. Pain shot through his body and he tightened his grip on the others hand, squeezing his eyes closed, he bit so hard on the inside of his lip that he was almost surprised that it didn't bleed. The hand left his shoulder as it gently caressed his cheek. 'Could he really be okay?' the older boy thought.

"Oh Mokuba, my baby brother please look at me, open your eyes." There was a desperate pleading note in Seto's voice that his little brother had never heard before and it scared him even more then the pain. Mokuba forced his eyes opened again, this time the white room was more clear then before and he could see his brother's features. His dark blue eyes were rimmed with black rings and his normally pale skin was ashen grey, tears slide down his chin.

"Seto what...?" He managed to croak shocked to find how much harder speech seemed to be then he had thought. To his surprise Seto closed his eyes covering his lips with the shaking hand that had been resting on his brother's cheek.

"I just can't believe..." He ran his hand through Mokuba's hair resting it on his neck. "It's you."He whimpered. "Oh my god..." He chocked again, Mokuba reached up and touched his brother's tear stained face wiping them away, but this only made the sobs more pronounced.

"Please Seto what happened?" 'Why can't I remember being in the hospital? Where was my last memory?' He racked his brain for the last place which he could remember being. The park. That was where he had been, but that had bee the middle of the day and the window behind Seto was pitch black. 'Have I been out all day? But still why was he so sad? Surly me passing our wouldn't do this, nothing ever seemed to break my brother's emotionless mask, why this?' Mokuba squeezed his brother's hand.

"Did I pass out at the park or something?" Seto had calmed down significantly though he still looked so shaken, so...scared.

"Do you really not remember?" His voice quivered.

"No Seto, I'm sorry..."

"No don't be sorry Mokuba its okay. Do you...do you know how long you've been here?" He shook his long dark hair, as he did this his eyes scanned what his older brother was wearing. He had on a pair of jeans and a black sweatshirt, which Mokuba knew for a fact he had not been wearing at the park. 'Could it have been more then a day?'

"You've been here for a little over three months." Mokuba felt the pit of his stomach drop to his knees, that explained the fear that he had heard, and the reaction he had gotten when he woke up. He could think of no emotion that was right for this, he wanted to cry but that wasn't right, he looked back at his brother who smiled sadly at him.

"W..Why?" He finally managed.

"Do you remember the accident?" He thought, there was a small car accident which they had been in not long before, but...? "You hit your head, apparently harder then we thought, a blood clot in your brain burst." He stopped again obviously recalling his event. "You passed out, and...went all rigid then totally limp." His grip on Mokuba's fingers tightened even more, suddenly he buried his face in the younger boy's chest. "Mokuba I really thought that I had lost you." He wrapped his arms around the older boys neck and stroked his disheveled brown hair.

"Seto." He whispered, he had never seen his brother lose control so completely. Seto sat up weakly.

"I'm sorry its just its been so long since you showed any sign of getting better."

"I couldn't leave you, not now or ever." He said lightly touching his older brothers cheek he could feel hot tears still forming there.

"I dearly hope this is real, I've dreamed it every night since it happened." 'Oh dear god how could I do this to my brother, how long had he been a quivering mass! The whole time? Had he looked so, well human?' His fingers ran over Mokuba's hair again, soothing him when really he was the one that needed to be held and comforted.

"I promise that I'm really here, would you lay with me please." He said in his most young and scared voice, looking his brother in the eyes. 'I just want to make him okay, like when we were kids, when our stepfather used to hurt him, when he was afraid even though he would never admit it he would sneak into my room and lay next to me.' Mokuba managed to move over a little, but Seto looked like he was about to argue.

"Please, it will make me feel better you know I hate hospitals, I just need my big brother."He whimpered clutching even tighter to his hand. He slide onto the bed next to his little brother and shifted to fit in the small bed. Mokuba curled into him.

"Don't be sad Seto, I'm sorry I left you." Seto kissed his little brother's forehead softly.

"It doesn't matter just life in your eyes makes it okay" Mokuba held tighter to him, he still felt weak and in pain, 'I have been laying in this bed since what June? Now it would be almost September!' He took in his older brother's scent, a mix of cologne and was that perfume? No Mokuba told himself, he must be mistaken he thought as he feel asleep with Seto's face buried in his hair.

"Seto what have we told you about sleeping on the bed..."

"Ariel..."

"Whats wrong." Mokuba asked groggily opening his eyes and looking around the now bright room. There was a nurse with a long brown ponytail who looked as though she had seen a ghost.

"Oh my... When did he wake up?" She sat down in the chair that Seto had been in last night, leaning over the bar on the bed.

"Last night." Seto smiled ruffling his brother's hair. The woman looked over at him.

"Well it's nice to meet you Mokuba." She had a sweet gentle smile which even seemed to brighten her black eyes. "I'm Ariel Moretti I've been a nurse in you room since you got here."

"It's nice to meet you." He said quietly. She and Seto exchanged glances.

"I should go tell Dr. Stevens." Seto's face fell.

"Oh yeah you definitely should." She stood up to go, but looked back.

"I should let her in right, even after last night?"

"Yes, thanks Ariel." 'Who?' Mokuba looked at his brother, but Seto didn't meet his eyes he was staring at the floor as though thinking deeply about something. Moments later his question was answered. The door opened again only this time it was not a nurse. The woman was so familiar though he could not figure out why, she wore yoga pants and a tank top with her black hair clipped back away from the light brown skin of her face.

"Seto I want to apologize." She said crossing the room, he slide off the bed so that he met her halfway.

"It doesn't matter..."

"Yes, but it does it was not my place..."
"Your Ishizu Ishtar!" Mokuba said realizing why she had seemed so familiar, she looked so normal compared the woman that he had met at BattleCity! Her blue eyes widened as they looked past his brother and fell on the bed.

"And your awake." She looked back to Seto. "When?"

"Last night, not long after you left." She wrung her hands now also looking at the floor. 'There is definitely something that they aren't telling me'

"Do you two mind telling me whats going on! Like why shes here? Or what you're fighting about or why everyone is suddenly calling you your first name? And when did you both dress so normal? I just wanna know what happened while I was here." He said sadly looking down at the sheets. Seto turned back to his brother and sank to the bed next to him. Ishizu sat in the chair still looking at the floor.

"Where do you want me to start?"

"The beginning."
"Okay, so you remember going to the park..."

Heres chapter one, i promise it gets more interesting so hang in there, the rest will be a flashback of the time while he was in the hospital. Yeah so what did you think, time to click the button down there and tell me!