A/N Thank you so much for all of your wonderful reviews, here's the next chapter, like promised!
Disclaimer: See chapter one. If you've read this far and still haven't figured it out, I feel sorry for you...
Warnings: Sex, lots and lots of it. All yaoi, of course. Swearing, gay-bashing, Anzu bashing and the usual for this fic.
Never letting go – Chapter ten "I'm sorry"
He looked up as the man gently closed the door behind him. He stood up as the white-haired man walked up to him, his white doctor's coat open, showing his blue shirt and black slacks that stopped a few centimeters from the white, fluffy, indoor slippers he was wearing.
"How is he, doctor?" the brunette asked the short, aging man.
The doctor sighed, scratching the back of his head, ruffling the short, white strands. "I am afraid that it is like you feared, he has been raped." He said gravely, looking into the young man's blue eyes. He had known the brunette, and his brother, for several years, so he was well aware of Seto Kaiba's brusque behavior.
Seto remained calm on the outside, but inside his emotions were a turmoil of hatred, despise, sorrow and a determination to make the man pay. But, as irony would have it, he had been the one to pay, but it was a small price to pay if it meant that the blonde would be safe. "How badly was he hurt?" he asked, his voice cold and void of any emotions.
The man tugged gently at his white beard, as if he was trying to remember something. Finally he let his hand fall to his side. "It seems as if he has several broken ribs. A few may only be bruised, but I did not have the sufficient equipment to see if that was the case. Your young friend is also suffering from severe mal-nourishment, he is emaciated, to put shortly. His body does not have the strength, in his current condition, to heal the injuries infected upon his body. I would advice you to serve him food with high values of protein and carbon hydrates. Even so, I do not think that his body will be able to hold down anything heavier that broth or a light soup. I will give your cook a few recepies that has high nutritious values." He said before pausing to see if the young C.E.O. had understood.
Seeing Seto nod, the man smiled and continued. "One of his shoulders, the left, was dislocated and I had to correct it, I am glad that he was heavily sedated, or I fear that the pain would have been to much for him. He will clear up soon, and I am afraid that I must ask you to keep him company. He suffered a quite harsh hit to the head earlier, and it is dangerous for him to fall asleep for the next few hours, he might slip into unconsciousness, and if he do..." the doctor trailed off, seeing Seto winch, he quickly reassured the boy. "As long as he is not falling asleep, he will be fine. I will come to check up on him later this week."
Seto mumbled something incoherently before he moved to walk across the hall. "No sex, Seto." He heard the old man say as he put his hand on the handle. "What?" he said, turning around.
"I said 'no sex'. No, listen to me..." he said as he saw Seto open his mouth. "A victim of rape always suffer tremendously, physically, and mentally. While physical wounds heal rather quickly, sometimes not even leaving a scar, psychological wounds are like a permanent scar in the soul. You should be able to know this, better than most. Many victims of rape never feel secure enough to have sex, ever again. On the other hand, others recover, at least as far as they show us. Underneath the calm, cold exterior is a turmoil of panic, hate, loneliness, fear and a deeply rooted fear for physical contact, no matter from whom the person is. You will have to be patient, and while you try to mend his wounds, you should try to heal your own. Help each other heal, boy. It might work if you are there for each other. From what I have seen, he trusts you, and, apparently, he cares deeply about you, he kept asking for you, even though he was sedated..." the doctor said, smiling fondly at Seto.
A faint tinge of pink graced the tall boy's cheeks before he turned back to the door. "Thank you, Mizuyaki. Send me the bill, I will take care of it." He said courtly before he walked inside the room. The room was dimly lit, a flickering fire in the far corner illuminated the room with a red-orange light, its warm glow seemed comforting, the warmth spreading in his chilled body.
He walked up to the four poster bed by the large windows, the curtains shifted from blue to a deep turquoise from the top to the bottom of the bed. On the circular bedside table a number of different sized bottles stood. Seto hardly registered the surroundings as he walked towards the large bed. once there, he stared down on the sleeping for of his blonde puppy. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached up to gently shake the blonde's shoulder when Joey suddenly opened a pair of hazy, honey eyes.
As their eyes met, he blushed lightly, smiling at the brunette sitting besides him. "Hey..." he said hoarsely, his throat dry. He watched as Seto reached over to the table and grabbed the glass of water that the doctor must have placed there. He thankfully took a few deep gulps of water as Seto held the glass to his mouth before removing it, probably putting it back onto the table, before he wiped the corner of Jou's mouth, removing a small droplet of water.
"How are you feeling, pup?" Seto asked gently, running his thumb over Joey's cheek. The blonde smiled and closed his eyes.
"M'fine..." he mumbled, rapidly loosing his grip of consciousness.
As Seto saw how Joey slipped off into a deep slumber, he panicked. He shook the blonde's shoulder, trying to wake him up. When it failed he reached for the glass of water again. Dipping two finger into the lukewarm water, he held them over the blonde's face, making the drops fall onto his face.
He scrunched his nose. He did not like the cold drops on the heated skin of his cheek. Moving his head to the side he tried to avoid them, but they were persistent. He opened his eyes, a tired scowl on his face. He saw a pair of fingers dangling above his head. He stared at the fingers questioningly as they withdrew. He followed the hand they were attached to as it moved away from his face. "Wha you doin'?" he mumbled, gazing accusingly at Seto.
"I'm sorry, pup, but you are not allowed to sleep for a few hours, okay?" Seto said gently, brushing unruly bangs from the blonde's eyes. He explained what the doctor had said when Joey kept looking at him quizzically.
Joey sighed. "Sure... but you have to keep me awake... talk to me..." he said sleepily, yawning widely.
Seto nodded. "Mokuba is worried about you." He said before adding; "And so was I..."
"Where's 'Kuba anyway?" the blonde asked.
"I believe he is in his room, pacing around and waiting for news about you." Seto answered truthfully. "I think I should tell him that you are okay." He said, getting up he waked over to the door. Once there, he pushed on a button on the wall, eliciting a buzzing sound. "Mokuba?"
After a short pause, an eager, yet concerned voice answered. "Seto! Is he alright?" his brother all but shouted into the receiver.
"I'm fine, 'Kuba!" Jou shouted, smiling when he heard the small boy's worried voice.
Seto shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "You can come over, but only if you promise to be quiet, and not to jump the poor puppy as soon as you walk into the door." Seto said.
A click was heard before the soft thumping of running feet came closer. Seto moved out of the way just as the door was thrown open, missing him with an inch. The brunette growled as the black haired boy ran up to the bed. The boy slowed down just before he crashed into it. He swiftly jumped onto the bed, standing on his knees on the soft mattress, he peered down into the blonde's chocolate eyes.
"Are you all right, Jou?" Mokuba asked, a concerned expression on his young face.
Jou smiled. "Yes... I'm way up in Lala land 'cause the doc pumped me full o' drugs... can't feel a thin'..." he said slowly.
Seto walked up behind Mokuba and put a hand on his shoulder. "Take it easy, 'Kuba, Joey is hurt, even if he can not feel it right now, he will surely do so when the medication wears off." The boy looked up and nodded.
After a few minutes of mindless chatting, Seto saw how Mokuba tried to stifle a large yawn. He cleared his throat. "Mokuba, you should go to bed, you can talk to Joey tomorrow, he will still be here." Mokuba groaned but did what his brother said none the less. He carefully got up from the bed and said good night to the two boys in the room before he left, closing the door behind him.
"Joey..." Seto said after Mokuba left. The blonde turned his head and looked at him where he was seated in a large armchair beside the bed.
"Yeah?" Joey answered.
"Do you want to talk about... it?" he asked carefully, not wanting to push the blonde. Joey paled and turned to stare into the now faltering fire. He didn't move a muscle, but Seto could see how the tears aglistened in the orange blaze of the dying fire.
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A/N Okay, sorry for the long wait. I am not sure if I used the right medical terms, but since I am an Ecomomics major, not a Medicine major, you will have to be happy with my crappy explanations! I'm sorry that I decided to torture them (Seto/Joey) even more, (not reallt...) but I wanted to keep going with the fic a litle while longer!
Anyway, see you later! I hoped you enjoyed, and review/Tadashi Shimisaki