Written for IndigoTaijiya in the request a drabble post in my journal.
I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh
Anzu didn't know how it happened. Maybe it was an assassination attempt, or something. She knew that rich people had people trying to kill them all the time.
All she knew was that when she saw Kaiba face down in an ally, bleeding, that she had to do something. Kaiba may be a jerk, bust she didn't want to see him die. No one deserved to die.
She worked quickly, ripping off a strip from her shirt and tying it around the wound. Luckily, it was on his shoulder so he must have passed out from pain or blood loss. She tied it tightly, hoping to cut off at least some of the circulation.
Then she took out her cellular phone and dialed 911 as quickly as she could, and held Kaiba close, hoping to keep him warm.
"Don't die, Kaiba. Please, don't die," she begged quietly, holding him.
She jumped slightly when his arms wrapped around her, and he moved in closer. "Mo... ba," he said, slurring slightly and nearly so quiet that she could barely hear him.
She held him tighter, and closed her eyes, willing herself not to cry and not caring that her clothes were being stained with his blood.
Constructive Criticism more than welcome. Flames will be mocked.