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

~Remember Me~

Chapter Three

"Big brother, I don't want us to get separated! Please don't let them adopt me!"

Seto hugged Mokuba tight, trying to calm his little brother down. A couple had come to the orphanage wanting to only adopt one of them, and they wanted to take his brother sending him into a panic. He didn't know what to do. If they wanted to separate them there was nothing he could do to stop them, nor was he able to protect his brother. Seto pulled a tissue from his pocket and started wiping the tears from his brother's face.

"I am going to make you a promise, little brother, so I need you to calm down." Dabbing up the last of the tears, he continued. "No one will take you from me. I don't know how, but I will always protect you. I just need you to have faith in me."

Mokuba nodded slowly, hiccupping between breaths. He hugged him tightly, determined to find a way to keep them together.

Kaiba stirred ever so slightly from his dream, muffled voices pulling him out of it. He tried to open his eyes, but was met with nothing but pitch black. Panic began to swell within his chest, but then he heard the voices again. Voices he recognized, but could not place. Calming himself, he struggled to focus on the conversation around him.

"How long do you think it will take for him to wake up? It's been days since you've stopped the drugs."

"I'm not sure. Most patients we've had have woken up within a day or two once we've flushed their system. Just give him a chance to come out of wherever he is in that head of his."

Are they talking about me? What the hell is going on? He struggled to remember the last thing before he had fallen asleep. Wait…when did I even go to sleep?

Panic began to rise within him again as a door was shut soundly, a deafening silence greeting his ears. He lay still for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts again and think rationally. Just get up, you idiot. Open your damn eyes!

Once again he attempted to open his eyes. His lids still hung heavy over his eyes, and he felt like he was trying to pull himself out of a drunken stupor. Finally, he managed to force his eyes open letting him finally view his surroundings. Whatever room he was in was dimly lit, surrounded by monitors with clipboards attached to them. Raising his hands to rub his eyes, he realized he had several I.V.'s in each arm increasing his level of panic. Adrenaline rushing through him, he lurched forward dislodging his heart monitor and ripping out several needles. A sudden damning pain in his skull sent his world reeling as it once again faded to black.

Anastasia's head snapped up at the sound of the patient distress alarm screeched down the hall. Dread filled her as she shoved a stack of papers off her tablet to see which room it was coming from. Kaiba's room number was glaring back at her with angry red flashing.

"Shit."

She flew out of her office grabbing a nurse as she headed in the direction of his room. "Call his brother, stat!"

"Y-yes ma'am!"

She froze when she reached his door, the fingers holding her passkey cold as it hovered over the reader. "Please lord, please let this asshole be okay."

Running the key and shoving the door open, she was greeted with the sight of Kaiba half slung over the side of his bed and I.V's and monitors detached.

"Shit. Shit shit shit." Grumbling she laid him back into the bed, checking his pulse. His breathing was shallow but his heart was still beating steady.

"Oh thank God." She breathed. "You scared me, you asshole."

Though unconscious, his face was pulled into a grimace. She frowned, leaning closer to check him. Looking down, she realized blood was seeping from his chest. His escapade had opened the stiches from his surgery. Her heart sank to her stomach as she tried to staunch the flow with her shaking hands.

"Nurse! I need a fucking nurse in here now!" Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she screamed at the top of her lungs. She sank onto the bed as she continued to put pressure on the incision. The only though that ran through her mind was what would happen to his poor brother if anything happened to him. "Don't you dare do this to me, he will never forgive either one of us."

Mokuba held her hands in a death grip as she tried to explain to him what had happened.

"How come no one realized he was waking up?"

Anastasia sighed, pulling her hands out of the young Kaiba's. "We had him on medication to thin out his blood to prevent clotting, which in turn kept his heartbeat at a lower rate. We had no indication of any change until he ripped off his monitor."

Mokuba ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "Can I go see him?"

"Yes…he's been sedated so it should be okay now but only for a short time. He gave them a little trouble when they were redressing his incision earlier."

He nodded, anxiety playing across his features. She patted him on the shoulder and offered a reassuring smile. "He will be okay. I promise."

Kaiba stared at them through his lashes as they sat next to him in his room. He couldn't understand why his brother looked so upset, or why he really had a strong dislike for the woman next to him. All he knew he was in pain, and higher than a kite. He also hated how they were talking about him like he wasn't in the room, and how his speech slurred as he tried to make his indignation known.

"I am righ' here you…yo…"

Mokuba gripped his hand tightly, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry big brother. You don't have to force yourself to speak."

Anastasia grimaced as she watched the two of them. It was like watching a Korean drama with the two main pretty boys, both polar opposites, angsting over each other. And here I am, the awkward female third wheel, here to complicate things.

"Miss Raleigh?"

"Hm?"

Mokuba pulled her from her thoughts as he nodded towards his brother. "Is there any way we can see if his concussion is still causing memory loss?"

She looked at Kaiba, who was glaring at her with those piercing blue eyes of his.

"He looks like he still hates me so I guess he's okay." She grumbled, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"I don't even know who you are."

Her eyebrows shot up as Kaiba interjected. Mokuba met her gave briefly, then looked back at his brother. "Do you remember who I am?"

"Of course you idiot. You're my baby brother."

Mokuba shot her a happy grin, which quickly turned back into a frown as he looked back to his brother. "Wait, you sure you don't remember who she is?"

Kaiba shook his head. "No. Is she your girlfriend? If she is, then that explains why I probably feel like I hate her."

Anastasia bit her tongue at his rude matter-of-fact response. Quickly locking gazes with Mokuba, who shook his head at her, she decided to plaster on a fake smile and "introduce" herself to him. "Mr. Kaiba, my name is Dr. Anastasia Raleigh and I am currently overseeing your recovery here at Domino clinic."

He looked from his brother and back to her. They seemed a little too close to not be dating in his opinion. "You really sure you two aren't dating?"

She rolled her eyes in irritation. "No, we aren't. He has simply been here every day checking on you the last two weeks and I have been keeping him informed on everything that has to do with you."

"TWO WEEKS?" He tried to sit up again, resulting in Mokuba shoving him back down.

"Yes two weeks and you need to STAY DOWN."

Kaiba blinked at his brother's rather loud reaction. He never raises his voice to me. Grey clashed with blue as their staring match continued. Sighing, he relaxed back into his pillow. "Fine. But I trust you have been taking care of business?"

His brother sighed in disgust. "Always work. Your ghost will be asking me about forecasts at your funeral."

"Okay, I think this visit is over for today!" Anastasia interjected, steering Mokuba towards the door. "I will let you know when he is ready for visitors tomorrow."

Door clicking shut, she turned back to her patient. Checking his vitals, she was ever so aware of his gaze on her every move. As she moved to step away, he grabbed her hand, catching her by surprise. "Do I know you?"

She bit her lip, not wanting to say anything that would trigger a reaction that would compromise his current state even further. "I'm just a doctor that runs a clinic you've done business with."

His steel blue eyes burned their gaze on her as she shifted uncomfortably in his grip. He wasn't satisfied with her answer, but his memory seemed to be failing him at that moment. Sighing, he released her from his hold. Excusing herself, she bowed slightly to him and exited the room.

Anastasia exhaled sharply as she leaned against the door to his room. "What is wrong with me?"

Her skin was still burning from the heat of his fingers wrapped around her wrist. What was worse, she liked the sensation. Groaning, she smacked herself on the forehead.

"What. Is. Wrong. With. Me."