A/N: Thank you much for reviewing. As promised, here is Chapter Two!

Disclaimer: Yu-gi-oh is not mine. :P

Chapter Two: That Happened!

Tea watched from the door window in the hospital. She'd been assigned to clean Kaiba's room, since no one else wanted, no---dared to. She didn't blame them. Last night, he'd tried to escape from surgery, and was caught and coaxed back. Now, he'd just gotten out of surgery and was still under anesthesia, but could pop up, any moment, like a jack in the box, ready to spurt insults.

Tea didn't want to either, but they'd drawn straws and she was the loser. She opened the door very slowly, so it wouldn't squeak and said a timid h-hello? But there was no answer. It was cavern-dark, the shades were pulled down and the blinds closed. Face set and determined, she tiptoed in; the other staff throwing her encouraging looks from the hall and then dashed away.

As Tea began to let in the afternoon sunshine to see, she felt more and more sympathetic for him, since there was no flowers or cards on the wood tables. She set her balloon with "Get beary well soon" and a stuffed purple bear attached on the table. It looked sad all alone. If he asks, I'll just say it's from Mokuba, she figured, using Windex to dust.

"Good; you look dead to the world," she said aloud in relief. "Pardon the pun," she added, remembering how she'd put the sheet up and he'd whined. She thought about putting on her Walkman since it was so quiet, but then decided not to, in case he would wake and she didn't want to be taken off guard.

But it didn't look like he would ever move again. Kaiba was lying on his stomach, since the surgery had been on his back. There was a bandage covering the incision and the cream sheet was pulled up to his waist. Tea felt her breath catch; he was shirtless, with his head to the other side, so he could breathe.

He hands cleaned faster. For a guy who wore constant coats, even in warm weather, he sure looked …..tanned. "What? It's true," she lectured herself, for looking away. What kind of person contemplates his body, while he's in the hospital?

At that moment, Kaiba stirred slightly, with a pained groan. The painkillers they gave him must be wearing off. Not able to stand a person in pain, she called, "Are you in pain? Do you need a nurse?"

Kaiba opened his eyes and saw a pair of very worried ones staring back. "Mokuba…..you're alright," he murmured drowsily. He'd been dreaming about him. "I'm so gladuh.." he slurred on, touching her on the hand.

Tea didn't know whether to correct him and risk embarrassing him. His vision must still be blurred……boy, does he have a warm hand. Pulling a few steps back, she tried to distract herself. I wonder where his brother is…..he should be here….!

He let out another groan of pain and tried to pull himself up in a seating position. "Get a……nurse…..please, I need a nurse….."

Tea pressed the little call button, then tried to calm him back down. "No, don't move," she shouted. "Or you'll tear your stitches out!"

Kaiba paused at that high pitched, all knowing shrieking voice. Propping himself on his hands, he cast a glare over his shoulder. "What are you doing here?!" he growled, sweat trickling down from the obvious pain. In one quick movement, he flipped himself around so he was on his back now, chest heaving from struggle. For a while, the only sound was his heavy breathing and the beep beep of the heart monitor. She was staring at him warily, but not backing away from his evil stare. Hm, this girl sure has spunk, he thought. "Tricking me into thinking you were my brother, eh?" he said in a sardonic hiss. "Trying to taking advantage of me in my sleep?"

Tea stiffened at his dripping-with-disgust sounding voice. "I wasn't, you idiot!" She yelled. "You're the one who grabbed me while I was trying to clean." She grabbed his pillow with yank.

"What are you doing, woman?" he shouted, referring to the fact that his head had still been on it.

"Fluffing your pillow," she said with a big, fake smile and doing so. He gritted his teeth at her impudence and winced. His spine felt like it was on fire.

"Head up," Tea put the pillow back, "I've called your doctor, he should be here shortly." It was sort of amusing that she kept her eyes away from drifting at him at all costs. Probably because I don't have any shirt, he thought, smirking. Kaiba decided to believe her about not taking advantage of him. Hmph. Lousy teenage hormones……I'm glad I don't have any ….! Feh.

Just then, as Tea was tucking the sheet up to his neck to cover his lean, well toned chest, ignoring the way he was staring with those sapphire eyes, she felt her knuckles brush on the skin of his shoulder. Her mouth went instantly dry and before she could stop it, her eyes went to his. In shock, but all the same, their gazes met for a single space of time.

Hastily, she backed off, nearly tripping over her own two feet, rather ungracefully. And here she was, a prima ballerina at Domino Dance Academy, and all. He was thinking, she's sort of cute when she gets flustered. If she'd only control that smart mouth of hers she'd be fine.

"And how are you today, Mr. Kaiba?" The doctor said in a pleasant voice, though his brown eyes looked wary. That was more like it. Tea felt indebted to him for interrupting, and was about to sprint away, when Kaiba answered:

"This girl. She keeps upsetting me. I'd get rid of her if I were you. She goes around, bothering all the other patients, most likely."

Tea stopped and glared at him. "That is so not true, and you know it." she spat, angry at herself for the little scene they'd had before. "You're just being mean, as usual."

The doctor forced a chuckle; and after apologizing, he injected something into the I.V bag. "That should take care of any pain….and soon," he added quickly, with short bow. Then he noticed the balloon with the stuffed bear by the window. "Oh, someone…brought you something," he said with, accidentally, more surprise than pleasantness. Realizing his error of not acting friendly to his most important customer, he'd mumbled something about being paged and scooted out the door.

Seeing Kaiba looking at it in puzzlement, Tea lied, "O-oh, Mokuba left it there…..this morning. Isn't that nice of him?"

To her surprise, his eyes went wide with shock. Why should he be so surprised to find out that his little brother left him a get well balloon? She wondered. Maybe they were having a fight that she didn't know about! Oops, well there I go again, putting my foot in my mouth. Not able to stand it anymore, she turned and dashed out with a goodbye.

Kaiba scowled, he grabbed a fistful of the sheet and wound it tightly. " Stupid lying woman....."

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"Yeah, he's in here……having surgery, yeah……..yeah, and he just woke up…….Yup. Exactly. Grouchy as always," Tea agreed, filing on the computer and talking on her cell phone. "He's been driving the staff crazy, no one except me wants to go near him." Her hand stilled on the keyboard. "Yeah, now I have to take his stupid dinner to him." Phew! "Yeah, I'll catch you later."

Tea picked up the tray filled with cafeteria food. There was only some soup there, since he couldn't eat anything else because of the surgery. I'll just take it, leave it there, she thought, her mind drifting, uncalled for, to earlier that afternoon. Why am I obsessing over something so…..trivial? He's just a guy…….a good looking guy, but a guy, no less! And I vowed to hate all men…….a long time ago…..

Shutting off her mental tirade, she walked up the stairs, since the elevator was too full of pregnant teenagers. Don't even get me started there……. Tea felt tired and upset by the time she reached the fifth floor. Her knees were aching, and her hair stuck to her forehead. Sometimes the pain, the suffering at Domino Memorial really got to her, no matter how she tried to fight off her emotions. But even while people came in with gunshot wounds, fatal diseases, she'd succeeded in keeping the tears in.

But now she wanted to cry when she saw that he wasn't there.

Setting the tray on the table, she turned to an elderly nurse, who was busily changing the sheets. Now that he's gone, everyone sure isn't shy anymore! The nurse, who's name was Brenda, told her that "Mr. Kaiba" had gone to the first floor. All the way down there again?! Tea suppressed a heavy sigh with a big effort. "Don't worry, he'll be back, he's gone to visit his…brother." Said Brenda.

"Huh?" It all made sense. First floor was the children's ward. "His….brother was hurt in the accident, too?" Tea gasped.

Brenda pursed her thin mouth and looked away. "You'd better go….and see for yourself, dearie." With that, she left Tea standing there.

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Now Tea felt even more nervous to run into Kaiba again. "But I like Mokuba, so I owe it to the kid to see how he's doing," she coached herself. The head nurse hadn't told her which room, but she found it anyway.

Kaiba was sitting stock still in a wheelchair, staring at the door window, like she had earlier. A man in a black suit was gripping the handles of the wheelchair tightly; both there faces were more than solemn, they looked dead. Quickly Tea ran to the window, fearing the worst. Did the poor little boy die?

Her hand was on the doorknob when the man in the suit said sharply, "Hey! Who are you to barge into Master Mokuba's room like that?!" She would've anyway, if he hadn't grabbed her arm.

"Let go of me!" she shouted angrily, he was hurting her arm.

"What do you want." Kaiba spoke to her, his voice was dull. He was in a hospital gown and swiveled his eyes to glare at her, but didn't turn around.

"You should….be in there!" Tea said passionately, pointing towards the door. His face didn't change a bit and she saw that Mokuba was in a coma. His little face looked wane and pale. "Your brother needs you to be with him. I know," her voice caught a bit, "it hurts to see him like this, but……it's the only way he'll make it through! He needs you, Kaiba."

"Get out of here, you insolent girl!" The suited man pinned her arms up. Tea didn't like the way he was touching her, so in a swift move she whirled around and brought her knee up sharply. The man was reduced to a moaning pile on the ground.

Kaiba said nothing, his gaze was fixed on the still, lifeless form of his brother. Tea put her hands on the handlebars of his wheelchair. "C'mon, you're going…..whether you like it or not."

She pushed, but the wheelchair didn't budge. Bending, she unlocked the parking brake, and then pushed him none too gently towards the wooden door. Tea had some trouble opening it and pushing him through, since he didn't move at all. But nor did he protest.

"Are you always this pushy?" he watched out of the corner of his eye at her struggles.

"Believe ….. me, you don't know how pushy I can get," she grunted, finally getting inside. At least he's not resisting…..knowing what a jackass he is, he'd probably hurt himself doing so. Tea wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, and he became silent.

It's all my fault. After a moment, he took the tiny hand, hoping for a response. Nothing. Tea watched from afar the expressions that flew through his face. First, guilt. Then, despair. Finally, anger. He threw the hand down, and rubbed his face.

Usually, Tea liked to give comfort to people who'd lost their loved ones. The feeling of doing something good for someone else was probably something he wouldn't understand. But now, she felt edgy and uncomfortable, and wanted to turn and flee. He'll bite your head off, chew, and spit it out. You know how men are with their fragile pride and egos.

Still, it obvious he cares for him, she thought, putting a hand on his shoulder silently, sniffling quietly. Her touch felt warm, but he stiffened, and she pulled her hand back. Looking up at her, he saw that she was pink-faced, tears running down. Women….. he thought, rolling his eyes. "What are you crying about?!"

Not wanting to fight in the ICU, she said, "Your brother…..he'll make it okay---"

"How do you know?!" He snapped. "Because I'm here. Riiiiight."

"It's true," she said stubbornly, her nerves rising despite herself. "Your presence helps him heal."

"Feh. I was the one who put him in there!" Reaching to his sides, he turned abruptly, wheeling himself outside. Except the door was closed, and he was trapped. Tea sweat-dropped. She knew he wasn't going to ask her to open it, nor could he do it himself. Stupid scaredy cat. Afraid of his own brother!

"You just always think of yourself, don't you?!" she said angrily, coming over. "God forbid anyone should need your help! Especially Mokuba!"

"Shut up," he hissed. "If you don't, I wouldn't even hesitate to knock those pretty little teeth out."

"What? Are you going to get out of your wheelchair--?" she mocked, then blanched when he rose up, furious. The doctor said that he needed weeks of rehab to walk! How can he--? Then she saw his legs start to buckle. Tea half caught him as he fell, her own knees shaking under his weight. Man, is he heavy! Stupid, stupid idiot. How's he supposed to get back now?! "Get off; you're crushing me!"

Kaiba didn't move and looked away, scowling a minute.

Tea shifted her legs underneath him, trying to squirm away and call for help. She didn't like the way her heart was now sounding like running footsteps in her chest. "Help!" she pitifully called out. "Where's that stupid bodyguard of yours?!"

"Probably in the same pile where you left him," he murmured sarcastically, glad to be distracted from his problems. She had a nice body; underneath that hospital uniform he could see full shapely curves. Her skirt was flipped up in the fall, revealing very nice thighs. She looked where he was looking, and slapped him, lightly, since he was crippled. How dare he 'check me out?' Quickly, she flipped the edge of her skirt down. His gaze traveled up to meet her own, sending sudden chills up her spine. "Speechless for once, are we?"

"You---" Tea didn't have time to finish her response, because then he pressed his lips, very swiftly, on one salty tear-streaked cheek. Then backed away slightly, their faces pressed together, him breathing hard. She felt his cool breath on her own lips, and a strange longing coursed through her, strong and powerful longing that reflected in her turquoise eyes. The kiss had been surprisingly warm, his eyes looked liquid and full of grief for his little brother.

Unconsciously, her hand went up to rest on one broad shoulder, then slipped in the coolness of his silky dark hair. Realizing what she was doing, she forced her hand back down, with effort

. The spell was broken as some orderly came in, saw what happened and helped him up to his chair, leaving her just lying there alone in the ICU for the longest time, the whole thing happening in a matter of seconds. Then, "Ummmmm…… that did NOT just happen?" she whispered blankly, just sitting there. Mokuba silently smiled in the dark.

To Be Continued Next Chapter…..

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A/N: That was long, eh? At least it felt long. Please Review if you want to see what happens next. =)