"Why?" This was the thirtieth time he had asked me this in the last three hours. And I said the same thing for the thirtieth time.

"Because." He passed my hospital room, back and forth, back and forth. It made me want to go crazy, if I were to go crazy, this would be the place. It didn't smell like a hospital. You know how hospitals smell, like really clean, really different. It didn't smell like that, it just smelled different. Everyone acted the same though. People walked through the halls crying, they waited for words from the doctors. But they acted different, it was hard to explain, they just did. Seto was acting different. I had been here for almost 3 days, this was the first time he was able to see me, and he wasn't about to go away.

"Why?" 31 times.

"Because."

"Was it me?"

"Was what you?"

"Don't be stupid Mokuba, you tried to kill your self and I want to know why."

"I don't know."

"How do you not know?"

"I just don't." He wasn't happy with me. I could tell.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No."

"Then why? What were you thinking?" I knew what I was thinking, the same thing I was thinking now.

"Did you know that there are some parts in Africa that the average person lives to be 32?"

"What?"

"People live to be 32, that means that people who are 16, my age, are having mid-life crisis." He just stared at me, "So that means that if I lived there, I would be buying a Harley and cheating on my wife."

"What has that got to do with anything?"

"Plenty."

"How?"

"I don't know, it just does. Its hard to explain."

"Try." I didn't want to talk anymore. I count explain it, because I didn't know. "Just tell me, why did you want to die?" That I really didn't understand, because I really didn't understand. I just didn't want to live anymore. "I've given you everything you have ever wanted, and then some, was it not enough?" He had given me all of that, it wasn't even that, I don't know what it was. "Are you going to say anything?"

"No."

"Mokuba, do you have any idea what it would do to me if you died? And at your own hands, I could not even manage to think about that. That is a nightmare to me, with out you, I am nothing. Don't you understand that?" I did. "I am nothing with out you. If you would have done this, killed your self, you would have been killing me too. " I hadn't thought about that.

"I thought about that, I though about you."

"What about me?"

"I thought I would miss you. I thought I would miss seeing if you ever got married and had kids or not."

"And that didn't make you want to stay alive?"

"No." He looked at me. I had never seen him look like this, he was scaring me. He looked tired, he looked afraid. That really scared me, I'd never seen him look afraid, not like this. I hated him looking like that. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"You look so different, I don't like the way you look."

"How do you think I would feel if I had walked into that room a minuet or two later? I would have found you, on the bed, laying in a pool of blood, dead." His voice started to shake. "I can't even think…" He was crying. I had never seen my brother cry, I really didn't like that.

"DO NOT CRY!" I yelled at him. "You cannot cry!"

"Why not?"

"Because you're sane, sane people can't cry. You can't cry."

"Its your fault I'm crying." I knew he was right, it was my fault. I did try to kill him. I tried to kill my big brother, my best friend. He looked at me. He knew I knew. "I don't know what made you so upset, but I hope I can help make it right." He kneeled beside my bed. "I love you more than you will ever know, seeing you like this, kills me." I knew how much he loved me; it was how I loved him. He hugged me. I would hug him back, but my hands were tied down. "I'll be in the waiting room if you need me, ok?"

"Ok." He left. I suddenly felt very lonely, I wanted him to come back. I opened my mouth, to call for him, but my voice won't work. I felt like crying, I felt like dieing, Again. "Seto! Come back!" I could here him running back to the room.

"What's wrong?"

"Would you stay with me?"

"You should know by now, I'd do anything for you." I knew it. He pulled up a chair next to me bed. "So, how did you do on your last trig test?"

"I got an A. My teacher said she hadn't seen scores like that since she had you in class."

"How nice of her."

"She smells funny."

"I know."