Kaiba knew exactly why. He walked in and muttered a hello to the principal.
"Mr. Kaiba, we have word on your brother. Please head to the Crystalside Hospital," said Miss Muhrr, the secretary.
Crystalside? Oh, yes. That was downtown. OK, then. Mokuba, here I come, he thought.
The limo pulled up and sped down the street. Then he reached the hospital. The word DEATH kept repeating itself in his head. He ran breathlessly to the front desk.
"Mokuba Kaiba?" he snapped sharply.
The lady pointed to a room behind her. Kaiba ran in.
There.
On the bed.
Hospital bed.
Was Mokuba. Just lying there. Then a nurse walked in.
"He's alive, you know. Just sleeping." The nurse walked out.
Kaiba couldn't have been happier. "Oh, Mokie!" he exclaimed softly. For some reason, though, he was afraid of that kid lying there. Was it really he? His Mokuba? How could it be? This kid looked abused. He would never hurt Mokuba.
Who would?
Mokuba stirred. His eyes opened. He groaned. Where was he? He felt isolated. He felt gone. His head throbbed, his eyes hurt so much he needed to squeeze them shut, and his throat was stinging. He was covered in blood, scratches, and bruises. He wanted his brother. He curled into a tight ball, shivering. Then he heard a soft, familiar voice. Comforting. Mokuba began to whimper.
Kaiba walked to the bed, murmuring in a low voice, "Mokie. Mokie, wake up. . ." then he gingerly placed one shaking hand on his brother.
WHACK! Mokuba slapped his brother, afraid of him. Unaware it was the voice and hand of Seto Kaiba.
Kaiba started to cry. He thought Mokuba was delirious. The nurse walked in again.
"You may take him home, but keep him in bed."
*******
At home, Kaiba attempted to lift Mokuba, who cowered in fear. Kaiba drew in a deep breath and carried Mokuba to his room. He laid Mokuba on his bed. Kaiba gazed at the little boy, who wasn't like this at all.
"Say something!" Seto pleaded.
Mokuba began crying hard. Loud and hard. Then, just a simple sentence.
"Please don't hurt me."
Kaiba gasped
"Mr. Kaiba, we have word on your brother. Please head to the Crystalside Hospital," said Miss Muhrr, the secretary.
Crystalside? Oh, yes. That was downtown. OK, then. Mokuba, here I come, he thought.
The limo pulled up and sped down the street. Then he reached the hospital. The word DEATH kept repeating itself in his head. He ran breathlessly to the front desk.
"Mokuba Kaiba?" he snapped sharply.
The lady pointed to a room behind her. Kaiba ran in.
There.
On the bed.
Hospital bed.
Was Mokuba. Just lying there. Then a nurse walked in.
"He's alive, you know. Just sleeping." The nurse walked out.
Kaiba couldn't have been happier. "Oh, Mokie!" he exclaimed softly. For some reason, though, he was afraid of that kid lying there. Was it really he? His Mokuba? How could it be? This kid looked abused. He would never hurt Mokuba.
Who would?
Mokuba stirred. His eyes opened. He groaned. Where was he? He felt isolated. He felt gone. His head throbbed, his eyes hurt so much he needed to squeeze them shut, and his throat was stinging. He was covered in blood, scratches, and bruises. He wanted his brother. He curled into a tight ball, shivering. Then he heard a soft, familiar voice. Comforting. Mokuba began to whimper.
Kaiba walked to the bed, murmuring in a low voice, "Mokie. Mokie, wake up. . ." then he gingerly placed one shaking hand on his brother.
WHACK! Mokuba slapped his brother, afraid of him. Unaware it was the voice and hand of Seto Kaiba.
Kaiba started to cry. He thought Mokuba was delirious. The nurse walked in again.
"You may take him home, but keep him in bed."
*******
At home, Kaiba attempted to lift Mokuba, who cowered in fear. Kaiba drew in a deep breath and carried Mokuba to his room. He laid Mokuba on his bed. Kaiba gazed at the little boy, who wasn't like this at all.
"Say something!" Seto pleaded.
Mokuba began crying hard. Loud and hard. Then, just a simple sentence.
"Please don't hurt me."
Kaiba gasped