If his best friend and no less than two weeks and counting ex kissing made time screech to a sudden halt, the sight of Terry on the floor passed out was a car crashing to a halt unceremoniously by a cement wall. Winded, his mind was sluggish. Heart pumping, his body automatically took action. His arms scooped her up and soft thump of his running footfalls jumpstarted his brain in to realizing he was running and the weight in his arms was a burning up Terry.

How fucking far is the damned nurse's office anyway? Did they expand the halls overnight or move the office over to Russia? His jaw clenched tight as he breathed through his nose. He had to be off his game, he normally ran faster than this-right? Any and all perception of reality just seemed to play against him as he burst in to the A/C regulated building and down the squeaky hallways. A second pounding of feet rings in his ear, reminding him that Jonouchi was with him. Skidding around corners and taking any needed stairs two at a time up, they finally made it.

The simple and needed to be repainted again grey solitary door never looked more perfect to the boys. Jonouchi taking the lead her, the excited blonde jumps in to telling the nurse what is going on as Atem settles Terry no to a bed and tucks her in before he kicked over a nearby stool and plopped down on to the uncomfortable seat. Jonouchi stared at Atem, not sure what exactly was going on and turned to the nurse who helps calms his nerves enough to go back to class and take the needed notes as help and she would allow Atem to stay.

After the reluctant departure, the room falls silent and the nurse started to get to work tending to Terry as bests he can before heading to the next student who comes in since they are awake. Seconds seemed to tick by like hours as the disgruntled teen silently sat and stared at the red faced brunette. His breathing had finally evened out, his legs heavy like lead from the running and emotional hurricane that has been his entire morning thus far.

How did this even end up like this? She was fine all day and sure as hell the last few days! He pondered, needing to keep his mind busy lest he wish to replay the gut punching scene of the people he trusted the most sucking face from earlier.

. "Ugh, my head." She mumbled as it heavily rolled and threw her off balance. The sound of her voice snaps him out of his thought and almost has him jumping on to his feet as he head swings around like a mace.

"Oi, lay back down." Atem scowled, uncrossing his arms. Stiff and sore, how tight had he been holding them? The thought didn't last long as he lurched forward to catch her from shooting her head up too quickly.

"What, who's that?" He I able to catch her on his shoulder, sighing in frustration…and was that a little relief? No, I'm over thinking this shit.

"So cool…I'm so hot." She hummed as she leaned in to the talking and moving wall. "Thanks for saving me mister wall."
"I'm not a wall," He snapped, none too amused by her current state and lack of following direction. Swinging her head up, he finds himself looking in to her green eyes. Wow…. He had never seen eyes like hers, gunmetal grey melted steel with flecks of blue. Eyes that are far from being anything weak even now. The eyes of someone who has seen so much and yet still bright. The eyes of a warrior.
"You're a grumpy mister wall…but that's ok. Don't tell anyone, but I'm super-hot right now." She pressed a finger to her lips. "I was in gym class, but I don't know where I am now. Jojo must be worried. I need to go back."

"No, you stay here. You shouldn't be running around like nothing's wrong with you when you're sick! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He scolded as he laid her back down on to the bed, tucking her in. "You need to rest. Joey isn't here right now. He went to take notes for you."

"Oh really? That's so nice of him." She smiled softly at the thought. "I didn't meant to scare anyone…I didn't realize I was sick. I was just fine all morning."

"Yeah well, I guess it ain't all bad…I get to see you not so put together." Goddamn relief you're ok, but not like I could say that.

"Put together?"

"Yeah, you're not so on top of shit like always." He explained with a shrug as he kicked his feet up on to the foot of her bed, trying to keep casual as he leaned back in to the wall for support.

"You should be in class you know."

"Yeah, I should…but I'd be-nevermind, they wouldn't care." He shook his head quickly. "You're forgetting, I skip shit all the time. They're probably happy that I stayed as much as I did." He snorted to himself more so than anything.
"I'm glad you came to class today. I hope you come more often." She smiled, touching his hand lightly. "You don't have to stay here you know…you should go back." She insisted, but it seemed he was not about to move. "Thank you, for staying…I've never been in a nurse's office before…this is kind of weird and scary."

"THIS is scary to you? This little room of lights and poor tile choice?" He raised a brow at this, looking around them. "Shit, I guess it could be scary if you've never seen it before." He mumbled, though he woke up from naps here with fake stomach pains all the time. He flinched at the touch of her hot hand, a firm frown on his lips that made her laugh a little.
"I've been to rundown and third world hospitals more so than empty nurse rooms." She clarified, slowly taking his hand. His eyes widened at the sudden touch of her overheated hand grabbing a hold of his, his cheeks flared red and his heart lodged itself in his throat.

Is she trying to kill me?! What is she even doing holding my hand? WHY is she holding it? And that smile is no help either, a cheap shot that sent his body in to a heated frenzy.

"Your hand is so cold! It feels so nice!" She gasped loudly, a huge smile breaking on her face as she placed the cooler hand on her cheek. His heart lurched once again as his stomach flipped with anxiety.

She's doing this on purpose-she has to be!

"I never had someone stay by me when I was sick, my father was always so busy with the digs and I didn't want to burden him more." She explained as she held his hand to her face.
"What about your mom?" He asked, his heart slowly calming down at the sudden change of direction. He certainly had no clue it would be going this way, but he was relieved it was…or he thought he was as he ignored the small pang at the back.

"She left us…she never really liked me." She frowned lightly at the memories. "I guess I wasn't good enough for her…I took my dad's love away." She sniffled as tears suddenly slid down her face.

"Whoa, hey! That's got nothing to do with you! She left on her own damn choice and if your dad thought you were trouble he would've been an ass to you. So, so don't cry." He gruffly spoke but gently patted her on the head. He had no clue what to do with her, but instantly thought of Yugi so he patted her on the head. "Go to sleep already. You need to get better if you don't want to worry people!" He scolded and threw the blanket over her face lightly and looked away from the smile on her face. She was dazzling and blinding, there was no way some as dark as him could handle or deserve such brightness. With a soft thank you, she closed her eyes once again. When he saw that he breathing was not quite getting even, he started to stroke her head.

I have no clue if this will work…but it helps Yugi. Cheeks red once more, he kept petting her until her breathing evened out and his tensed body finally unwinds once again. What the hell? He thought as he stared at their hands that are still joined together.