Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh. Anastasia is my own OC.

~Remember Me~

Chapter Two

"Uhm, excuse me? May I come in?"

Anastasia looked up from Kaiba's patient file to find herself looking at a younger, darker haired version of her currently comatose nemesis. She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Dear god there is two of you."

He offered her a sheepish smile in response. "My name is Mokuba, your patient is my big brother."

She stared at him for a moment, deciding to tread carefully incase he was just like his ignorant brother. She already had two ulcers, and it felt like more were on their way. "What can I do for you?"

He shifted uncomfortably, then bowed deeply to her. Anastasia's eyebrows shot up at the young Kaiba's actions. Unsure of how to react, she motioned for him to stand straight. "Please, I don't know what you want, but there is no need for that."

He shook his head. "No, I am here to apologize for the harassment you have endured at his hands. Also…"

Mokuba stood straight again, pinning her underneath his gaze. "I need you to do everything you can to fix him. His condition…"

"I am aware of his condition." She replied sharply, cutting him off. "I feel he would be best treated at another center; the only reason he is currently here is because the accident was literally at my doorstep. We are not a hospital; we are a rehabilitation center."

"Please, I know you can treat him here. You have had several patients who were comatose under your care."

She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. The center was more than equipped to handle his care, but she didn't want him there. He was the reason the very building they were in was going to be turned into a parking lot.

"Your brother is in a medically induced coma to treat the internal bleeding he has sustained. It also happens to allow for close monitoring of his concussion as well as for his brain to rest." She tapped her pen thoughtfully on the desk, trying to read his expression. Mokuba returned her gaze, still determined to have her help his brother.

He reached into jacket, revealing a photo of he and the elder Kaiba brother as children. She accepted it as he handed it to her. "I know everybody thinks he is a bad guy, but my brother is a wonderful person. He is the only family I have. Please treat him. Moving him to another center may compromise his condition."

She sighed heavily. As much as she wanted to disagree with him, his words held truth. Transporting Kaiba now could very well cause for further complications. She handed the photo back to him, standing up and straightening her coat.

"Very well. He will remain here for treatment." She tapped the file on her desk thoughtfully. "I will let you know if his condition changes, otherwise we will be keeping him under for another week as we monitor his concussion and bleeding."

Mokuba smiled brightly at her, bowing deeply. "Thank you, thank you so much! This means the world to me, really."

Anastasia groaned, rolling her eyes. Of course this one had to be charming. A trait that seemed to have skipped a generation, she mused. He tilted his head at her, brow suddenly furrowed.

"Your mastery of Japanese is quite exceptional, considering you are American? Ah forgive me, I have spoken out of line." He bowed profusely, cheeks tinged red with embarrassment.

She rubbed the back of her neck, laughing sheepishly. "No no, I am used to it. My father was Japanese. He taught it to me when I was a child so we could talk and my mother was never able to catch on."

His smile broadened, revealing a single dimple on his cheek. Finding herself once again charmed, she quickly grabbed her passkey and turned back to him. "Would you like to see him?"

He nodded quickly, opening the door for her. "Yes please, I would appreciate that. Thank you."

She offered a small smile, and began marching down the hall to the treatment center with him in tow. For some reason, anxiety slowly began to grip at her chest. Turning down the hall leading to Kaiba's room, she paused for a moment before his door to compose herself.

Why am I so nervous all of a sudden? I've done this a million times before. She exhaled slowly. Because this time the life in her hands was someone she couldn't stand breathing. She looked up at Mokuba who looked equally as nervous. I know what it's like to have someone who means the world to you on the other side of that door. Commanding her hand to stop shaking, she swiped her passkey and pushed the door open.

Mokuba moved immediately to his brother's side, gingerly holding onto one of his bandaged hands. "I'm not used to seeing him look so…weak."

Anastasia seated herself next to them, watching quietly. She had finally managed to regained her composure, but she felt uneasy still. Her gaze fell upon Kaiba's sleeping face. He did look weak. A stark contrast to the previous day when he was gloating in her office like he owned everything. Sighing, she turned her gaze to his brother.

"Give it time. Most of his wounds are superficial, so all we need to focus on is getting him through his surgery and monitor his concussion. The rest is up to him."

She checked her watch, and looked back at Mokuba. "Come on, lets let him be for now. You go home and get some rest. I will call you if his condition changes."

He hesitated, looking from his comatose brother then back to her. Giving his hand one last squeeze, he nodded. "Alright, doc. I'll be in touch."

Standing up, she bowed slightly to him as he left the room. Walking over to her comatose patient, she checked his vitals and marked his charts. He looked so peaceful like this, but she knew better. But still…

Mokuba's obviously strong love for his brother thawed her frost a little bit. Leaning over, she brushed his thick brown hair out of his eyes.

"What am I doing?"

Frowning, she stood up again and made for the door. Pausing to look back at him for a moment, Anastasia slipped out the room, door closing silently behind her.