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Crazy In Love

Ryou sat silently in his hospital bed, his eyes void of emotion. as he watched his brother and doctor share some heated words outside of his hospital room. He felt like a complete idiot, his hand scratched at his sore wrist. A electric shock of pain surged from his arm, he glanced at his wrist where the thin black wires mocked him at his faliure at death. He felt a mulitiutide of emotions crash onto him like a heavy wave. With a sigh of frustration he laid back down, just quick enough that he was comfortable when his brother and the doctor entered,

"When am I going home?" Ryou asked his hands clenched and unclenched on the bed sheets. As he glanced at the two somber looking males.

The Doctor cleared his throat, making a slight hacking sound that made Ryou's stomach churn, "It's not so easy. We'd like to send you-well by what I mean is-" he trailed off as he cleared his throat once more.

Ryou was confused, 'I can't got home? Why the hell not!' he thought looking more then puzzled he asked his voice high almost child like, "why?"

"Well the damage to your arm has caused server muscule tearing as well as some of your blood has been lost and well-"

"God damn it doctor just tell him!" Bakura snapped, his eyes red and swollen from crying.

The doctored startled by the outburst murmere his apologies sas he collected himself, putting on his glasses and squinting at the document on the clipboard.

"You see Ryou...well we believe you to be a danger to yourself and well...as a precautionary measure we have, your brother under my advise, decided to send you to Domino Mental Youth Unit."

There was an awkwaed silence, as Ryou siddenly found the bed sheets intresting, "for-for how long?" his voice cracking slightly. His hand picked and pinched at a speck of dust that wasn't on his bed sheets.

Bakura shifted uncomfortably but the doctor no longer bashful answered, "until we recieve reports that are good signs. Ryou you have to deal with this prob-"

"I don't have a provlem doctor" Ryou answered quickly and heatedly but a false smile on his face. "I fell these cuts are from falling severly-"

"When you were drunk?" He added cutting off Ryou, his eyes fluttered and his smile faltered but he recovered quickly.

"I don't drink much doctor I know my-" he shook his head his index finger tapping the clipboard.

"Your self made limit is dangerously high. Now I don't want to distub you with such things now Bakura, but there is a lot of papers and realse forems that require you signature" he paused and looed at the two, "But it can wait I'm sure you two have a lot to-"

"No doctor I have nothing to say and as far as it's my concern I don't want to look at my brother."

Bakura strodded away from the room, the doctor following ina fumbling reflection of suprise.

Ryou felt cold suddenly his hopes of his brother helping him, caring for him had shattered in seconds. 'He doesn't care' he rested shutting his eyes to the stinging in his eyes. Again his brother failed him...'mo suprise there'

(-)

"Well what's wrong with my big brother" Mokuba asked obviously annoyed as the nurses and doctors kept avoiding his question with a pat or 'you're such a big boy dealing with this'. For christ sakes he was thirteen! Finally one answere obviouse that the doctor was told of the pestering child.

"Your brother suffering from what seems to be a early case of Schizophrenia." The doctor said as checked the IV.

"schiz·o·phre·ni·a?" his face scrunched perplexed by the dignosises "what's that?"

The doctor smirked it was apparent that he wasn't going to explain to mokuba what it was.

"I b-believe my b-brother has asked you a question", a coo metalic voice growled in a stammer.

Mokuba jumperd in relife, as he reshed to his brothers side.

"Big brother! You're awake!" As his brother engulfed him in a tight embrace.

He held on tightly to his brother, he was so happy he could cry. Pulling away ato look at his doctor he glared.

"Well are you going to explain" his tone threatingly as his eyes bore holes into the sputterin doctor.

"W-well, what I m-mean is, I m-meant to say i-is-"

"What you meant to say is 'I'm sorry Mokuba for worrying you'"

"Yes! Yes my apologieze Mokuba Kaiba!" The doctor blurted out.

Kaiba smirked while his brother grinned pleased that his brother was awake now.

"What is your name?" he asked his eyes still narrowed in a death glare.

"Yagami, Nikara Yagami." he blurted out.

"His name is Daisuke Itagumi, he's my intern and assistant doctor"

A elderly female doctor appeard, a warm smile on her face that instant won Mokuba's approval. Turning to her intern with an impatient look.

"Itagumi, please go file these for me" her tone of voice stern and as hard as rock.

With fumbling hands he gripped on the manila folder and exited with a weak good bye.

With a large grin she smile directed at Mokuba she ruffled his raven locks, "I aplogies for my tardiness, I was called to come down here and the traffic was terrible, I'm Hachi Obata. Ph.D and Dr. of Psychology and Therapy."

Mokuba frowned, "But my brother isn't wrong in the head...is he?"

She laughed softly, "No I wouldn't say wrong its just not working the way is should is all. And I'm here to ask a few questions. Would you mind stepping out a bit?"

Mokuba hesitated about to protest but gave in to the sweet natured doctor.A few questions turned out to be an hour and a half worth, Hachi removed her readin glasses a concerned weary look in her eyes.

"Mokuba you can go in now, I just have to go make a few copies of this test and the results."

"Oh! Did Seto ace it?", he smiled proudly, "he always aces test."

She smiled weakly as she ruffled his hair once more, "you better go in there your brother needs to have a word with you."

With a nod Mokuba entered his room. A solemen look and fear plagued his brother's icy blue eyes.

"Seto w-what's wrong..." Mokuba's voice flatering.

He turned to his brother a look of guilt now resnonating in his eyes... 'I'm so sorry Mokuba...so sorry...'