Heartaches

Chapter 77

By KellyQ

The next day, Crow picked Kiryu up from Yusei's. The crippled teen's face lit up when he saw Crow. Yusei smiled when he saw them hug.

"Has he been a good boy?" Crow asked, looking at Yusei.

"Apart from having minor seizures, he's doing alright," Yusei said, walking behind the wheelchair and rubbed the back of Kiryu's head.

Crow's eyes widened with horror, and his blood ran cold because at the sound of the word seizures. He immediately shook it off and straightened up. Kiryu watched with confusion. He didn't like the expressions on their faces.

"Crow? Yus?" Kiryu asked, looking at them both. They just smiled at him as Crow pushed the wheelchair toward the front door. Yusei followed them, and moved ahead, so that he could open the door.

Crow paused and looked at his childhood friend. "Thank you so much, Yusei." With that, Crow pushed the wheelchair out into the pouring down rain.

Yusei closed the door, turn around and walked back into the living room to see Jack emerging from the kitchen. The blonde-haired teen had a cup of coffee in his hand. Jack sat casually on the couch and started to sip on his coffee. Yusei joined him a second later with he laptop under his armpit. He sat down at the table, put his laptop down and opened it up.

"I'm going to visit Martha," Jack said, after a few minutes of silence.

"Oh," Yusei said, looking up.

Jack got up, went to the kitchen and sat his empty cup of coffee in the sink. He then turned and made his way out the door. The rain was heavy in the air as Jack made his way to his motorcycle. When he got to the hospital, he saw that Carly was sitting behind the front desk. She looked up and smiled.

"What are you doing here, Jack?" Carly asked, surprised.

"I'm here to see Martha," Jack answered, walking up.

"Do you want me to tell her that you are here?"

Jack shook his head. "No, that's okay. She knows that I'm going to see her."

Carly just nodded her head and went back to looking at some things on the computer. Jack walked past, and made his way to the elevator. Once he was on the third floor, he decided that he was going to check on Dragan's father. I'll see Martha first, Jack thought. Once he was inside, Martha was watching TV.

"Hi, Jack," she said cheerfully.

"Hi," he said, making his way over to a nearby chair. Jack took off his soggy wet coat and draped it on the chair, before he sat down.

They both watched TV for a half an hour. Jack decided that he was going to get something to eat when he was going to see what was going on with Dragan's father. Getting up, Jack walked out and closed the door behind him. He glanced at the door in front of him; Jack crept to the door and slowly pushed it open. The room was semi-dark and warm, with open curtains that provided a little light.

"May I help you?" Came Harald's voice. Jack turned to see him standing there with a piercing look in his golden eyes. Jack straightened up; feeling a little uncomfortable with the way Harald was staring at him. It was almost like Harald was trying to see what Jack was thinking. "You two will have your rematch next week."

"Fine," Jack said, trying not to sound irritated. All he wanted to know was what happened to Dragan's father, and he was starting to feel that he couldn't express himself.

Harald raised an eyebrow and watched Jack turn around, making his way to the cafeteria. Once he was there, he saw Carly sitting at one of the tables, looking at a newspaper. He walked up and decided to sit next to her. The creaking of the chair got Carly's attention. She looked up to see Jack sitting there with an agitated expression.

"What's wrong, Jack?" Carly asked.

"I don't know," Jack said, rubbing his face out of frustration.

"Did you have a fight with Yusei?" Carly asked, raising eyebrow.

Jack shook his head. "All I wanted to find out what happened during my race with Dragan."

Carly's spiral glasses shined, and her eyebrows knitted together. "But I thought that the race between you two will happen next week?"

"Dragan and I had a race four months ago. The one thing I didn't know was that Dragan's father was in a car accident until now," Jack explained, looking at nothing in particular.

Carly 'humm'ed. "That does sound a little suspicious to me," she shared, folding the newspaper up. "What does Dragan know about the race? Have you asked him what happened?"

"I tried to go to Dragan's father, but Harald prevented me from even setting foot in the room," Jack explained finally looking at Carly.

Carly frowned, remembering that Dragan and Harald are on a team called Team Ragnarok, including Brave. "You and Yusei are going up against a tough team, huh?" Carly didn't quite understand what was going on, but she wanted to make Jack feel better.

Jack shrugged his left shoulder, and got up to get something to eat. He got a whole-wheat tunafish sandwich, and a bag of sea salt chips. Once he paid for the items, Jack made his way back to Martha's room.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. Jack came home past five in the afternoon. Yusei was still sitting at the table, working on his laptop. The dark-haired teen looked up to see Jack walk toward their room. Yusei was about to get up when his cell phone chimed. He looked down to see that he got a text message from Harald that he had sent around ten in the morning. Yusei frown with confusion as he picked it up and opened the text.

Where did this come from? Yusei thought. He was going put his phone down, but he decided not to and walked to the bedroom. He opened the door to see Jack getting dressed.

"I got a text message from Harald that Dragan didn't feel comfortable with you being near is father," Yusei said, sitting on the bed.

Jack groaned." What's wrong with finding out what happened to Dragan's father?"

"You're talking about your first race with him, aren't you?" Yusei concluded.

Jack scoffed in reply, and the atmosphere around him turned stifling. "I thought I won that race, but I guess not!" With that, Jack stormed out and slammed the door shut.

Yusei sighed, knowing that it was going to take a while before he was going to get Jack to express how he felt and where he was coming from.

To Be Continued …