Dear Doctor

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, and I am not a Doctor.

Dedicated to Dave, I hope you're having fun walking the dogs.

Entry Collection no. 7: Hippocrates, Not Hypocrites.

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Dear Journal,

I'm still going through the tapes at the moment. The first duel for the semi-finalists is about to being on the top of the Kaiba Corp. tower at the moment, but I'm a little too busy to think about watching that at the moment.

Mazaki-san has collapsed – and I wasn't informed about it, either – and Bakura-san has woken up, and left the room. I'm currently fast-forwarding the corridor tape to the appropriate time-slot.

If my hunch is right, his miraculous recovery may have something to do with that necklace. I know it sounds silly, but sometimes I get this gut instinct, and this is one of those times.

I know. I guess I'm being a little hypocritical. I can remember what I was like back in Med. School. I was always telling my roommate off for following his own 'gut instinct' on a matter. 'Logical thought and rational reasoning is the answer, not some little voice in the back of your head, or coming from your stomach', or something like that, was practically my catchphrase for the first few months.

Of course, after he stopped me from going across the road just before a truck lost control of its brakes and crashed into the car in front of it, I started paying a little bit more attention to my own inner voices. Sometimes it pays off, like when I turned down that E.R. job, then got hired by Kaiba-sama a day later. Sometimes it doesn't pay off.

Back to my original point, I've tracked Bakura-san through three corridors, and into the room that Rashiid was in before. Oh, and by the way, Rashiid-san wasn't there anymore, and Ishtal-san didn't look too happy about it. This must be after Isis-sama moved Rashiid-san. If I'd thought to do this earlier, then I might have found Rashiid-san sooner.

That's… odd. There was a faint burst of yellow light, and Bakura-san was thrown against the wall. It doesn't look like he jarred his arm though…

There's another yellow light around Ishtal-san now, and he's stopped moving. They look like they're talking now…

And there's another shadow beside Bakura-san. It's a little harder to see, that particular corner of the room is rather shadow-filled, but it's definitely there. I can see a little purple, too, and was that a flash of gold?

The camera's got to be malfunctioning. The shadow looks almost exactly like Ishtal-san!

My gut says that it's not malfunctioning, that something strange really is going on here.

Which do I trust?

My watch has gone off. I'd better go and check on my patients. I can only hope that Omi-san hasn't killed Mathews-san yet.

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Later…

Nobody's dead yet, although I'd take a guess here and say that this is despite some of Omi-san's best effort in this direction. I have taken the precaution of moving Mathews-san into another room when I saw Omi-san pointedly set aside the spoon Hana-san gave him for his pudding. I have not informed Omi-san of where this room is, and I have ordered him to get some proper bed rest. It really does help the healing process, and I have a feeling that he'll need to help soon, sprained wrist or no sprained wrist.

He was still awake but yawning when I left the room, so I guess the sedative I had Hana-san mix into his soup is starting to work.

Isis-sama has taken over from Shizuka-san – Katsuya Jounouchi-san's younger sister – for keepin watch over Kujaku-san. I'm going to increase my visits to Rashiid-san because of this.

Now back to the video tap-

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Is it possible to create a cliffhanger for a 'different POV' fic, when practically everyone has seen the episodes in question? Well, I'm going to give it a try! We have a cliffhanger, people!

Reviewer responses, and I'm sorry they've been so slow. I've been failing in my duty to you all, haven't I? No particular order to people.

Rikki K: I'm working from memory, because they stopped showing episodes over here, and no, I don't do research for this story. Stories that I beta-read are another thing entirely (I pay more attention to other's work than I do to my own). If you come across anything that doesn't quite fit with the series, then it's totally my memory's fault. Congratulations are in order over your new Aunt-hood. And I am writing more, in fact, I'm halfway through no. 8: It Never Rains, But It Pours. Thank you for putting this story onto your favourites list by the way.

PockyMuncher: I'm glad you like my story. I haven't actually read any of Rikki K's work – sorry! – but, as you may or may not have noticed, she does review this one, and I do want to read the story you mentioned.

BlackCharmgirl: It wasn't Isis and Shaadi, it was supposed to be Isis and Malik, and the speaking in Arabic part makes sense to me! It would be nice if the Doctor got some fangirls, but quite frankly, I think he'd much rather have a few bars of chocolate… Oh, no, wait, that's me. I feel a little sorry for the Doctor too, which is why I started this fic.

viva rose: Nice name!

Masked Reviewer: Really? Thank you! I feel honoured.

Yami No Marik: Don't worry about the spelling mistake. I gave up worrying about them in reviews.

MotherCHOWGoddess: Thanks. I have kept going, see?

I hope I haven't missed anybody.

May the Force be with you!

JK Fie'r