A/N: I do realize the first chapter was rather vanilla, I was just getting it out there. The fun starts in this...hopefully opens the plot more. Tell me what you peeps think.

2.

After three days of lying in the bed, Kaiba had regained some of the strength that had been taken from him. He sat upright, talking with his brother quietly. No other visitors came, though there were plenty of flowers that were in the room for him. The doctors had more or less let him lie, not telling him much about his injuries. They were hush hush about them, like they were something that was a state secret.

On the third day a doctor came into the room, offering a smile to CEO. Kaiba wasn't too keen on returning the favor, and he only stared the man down. "How are you feeling Kaiba-san?" the doctor asked first. He had a strong voice, but was quivering at the glare of Seto Kaiba.

"Better," he said hoarsely. "I'd like to know what I'm better from, however," he said.

"We've not been withholding that information to make you anxious," the doctor said, "but because we were wanting to be sure of some things. We were observing to see if there were any complications with the spine or the spinal cord because of your complaints."

"Is it alright?"

"From our x-rays it seems to be alright," the doctor assured, "so you can be relieved there. However," he trailed off. Kaiba tensed up in his spot, staring at his mummified leg rather than the doctor. "The damage that has been caused in your leg is more than just bone fractures. The pain that you're experiencing in your back may be coming from the femoral nerve. As well as the artery having been severed, the nerve was damaged. It can cause pain as well as numbness. It's the primary concern because the function of your leg may depend on how badly the nerve was damaged."

Mokuba sat rigidly in his seat, his hands flipping through his deck of Duel Monsters cards. "How will you know if the nerve is damaged?" Kaiba asked.

"That's the grey area," said the doctor. "We can't tell until your leg fully heals which will take some time."

"How bad?" Kaiba asked. "The things that can be healed?"

"The two bones in the lower leg are the main support system," the doctor said. "The way that both were...crushed will take them time to heal, but it may also prove it difficult for you to walk normally again."

There wasn't much more that Kaiba could ask. He understood what the doctor was telling him, and that was that the chances of him walking proudly again, on both feet, weren't very good. "A bright patch is that your leg was recoverable," the doctor finally said. "The damage wasn't so severe, just be glad about that."

"Other than my leg," Kaiba said, not wanting to follow on the subject. "Is there anything I should be worried about?"

"A few cuts and scrapes from glass, some bruising. A little whiplash."

"How much longer will I have to stay in here?" he asked, massaging his temples.

"It's another day or two, before we can release you to start an outpatient treatment."

Kaiba nodded, his hands falling into his lap.

"I have to be going," the doctor said, "but if you need anything Kaiba-san, please, don't hesitate to call a nurse. They're more than willing to help." The words weren't really registering in Kaiba's mind. He watched the doctor walk out, and then looked to his leg again. Mokuba grabbed his brother's hand, trying to console him.

"It's going to be alright nii-sama," he said, as he had been. Kaiba didn't give his brother a reassuring smile this time.

"It's all that stupid mutt's fault," he growled, as he had in the last few days. "If he hadn't been there...if...if..."Kaiba trailed off, tears coming to his eyes once more. Mokuba stood up, hugging his brother's neck tightly. It seemed almost irrational for Seto Kaiba to be crying like he was, but he was. As Mokuba thought though, he had to give his brother some leeway. Kaiba seemed like a well formed, mature man. In truth he was still a child. He may have been in his early twenties, but he hadn't really gotten to experience his entire childhood.

Kaiba wiped the tears from his face and took a deep breath. Mokuba was in front of him; he couldn't let Mokuba see that he was scared or worried, because it would cause the boy to be scared and worried too.

The next day, a Saturday, the peace of the hospital was interrupted by a young blonde male trying to barge into Seto Kaiba's room without authorization, at least, not without authorization of the security guards that were at the door. "No wonder he's in the hospital," the obnoxious voice snarled. "He's dying of boredom!"

Mokuba could hear his friend ranting outside. The two guards were trying their hardest to shove Jou away, but he wasn't so easily deterred. Knowing that his brother had just gotten to sleep and that Jou could get much louder, Mokuba rose from his seat and went over to the door, peeking his head out.

"Is something the matter Mokuba-sama?" one of the guards asked.

"Tell these blockheads that I'm yer friend," Jou said, glaring at the two. Mokuba smiled, squeezing out the door and closing it slowly.

"He's asleep right now," Mokuba said. "The nurses have bugged him all night, so I hope you don't mind if I talk to you."

Jou softened, turning away from the two brutish men at the door. Mokuba motioned for him and Jou to go over to a bench that was nearby. "So...how's he doin'?"

"Alright I guess," Mokuba was solemn when it came to talking about his brother. "His car is totaled."

"I guess it would be," Jou sat down, placing a basket covered in greenry on his lap.

"You giving those to him?" Mokuba asked, and noticed that there was a card sticking out of the top of it.

"Yeah. I thought that he'd like 'em...they're not too showy or anythin'."

"It's nice, it won't stink up the room too much," Mokuba said, taking the basket from Jou. "And he'll probably not throw it out as much as he will the others."

"What's...all wrong anyways?" Jou asked, remembering hearing the elder Kaiba yelling painfully from the car. If there was something that Jou couldn't get out of his mind, it was the face that Kaiba made when he suddenly realized what had happened. It scrunched up childishly, his pain obvious.

"His leg was busted up pretty badly," Mokuba said. "Not much more than that though. Nothing he can't bounce back from I'm sure."

"That's good to hear," Jou said, smiling. "I feel sorry for the other guy honestly, havin' to face yer brother's wrath and all." He laughed somewhat, looking over to Mokuba. "I do not wanna be that guy."

"Yeah," Mokuba said, laughing. "Anyways, I'm gonna get back in case he wakes up or something," Mokuba stood up, but he paused momentarily. "He'll probably be getting out tomorrow morning, if you want to see him or something. I'll make sure that the guards will let you in if you do."

"Nah, it's alright. I jus' wanted to see if he was gonna be okay," Jou nodded his head. "And to see if you were doin' alright. I haven't really got to talk to ya all that much lately. You've been all busy and stuff."

"Nii-sama's been showing me stuff around the corporation," Mokuba said. "I mean, more stuff. He's kinda setting me up for it."

"Is he gonna be running the company in the shape he's in?" Jou was jabbing a thumb toward the door.

"He'll want to, but I won't let him. There's a VP for a reason."

"I thought you were the VP," Jou said, somewhat astonished.

"I am, but I really can't control the company. I'm a little young right now so...all that will be left up to a senior member, but a lot of it will go through me."

Jou nodded. "Good luck with that," he said, walking out to leave. Mokuba picked up the basket from the bench and stared at it. He was surprised at Jou's thoughtfulness, especially when looking at the card. It was plain, but it was more than some of the executives had done. What was more was that Mokuba knew Jou and Kaiba's hate for one another, so it surprised him how much compassion Jou was showing to him.

"Next time he comes," Mokuba said to the guards, "if he does, let him in."

"Yes Mokuba-sama," they chorused.

Mokuba walked back into the room. His brother was still peacefully asleep, which was all that really mattered.

"I'm going to go insane," Kaiba said to his brother. The doctor had informed him that for the next few weeks it would be best for him to be on bed rest.

"They don't want any more complications Seto," Mokuba said warmly. "It's best."

"Yeah well, they don't understand that you can't run a company from a bed," he said, pulling on his coat. There was a nurse lingering in the room with a wheelchair, ready to take him outside where a car was waiting.

"You shouldn't be doing much work period," Mokuba chided. Kaiba stared at his leg. "What do you want to do with all these flowers anyways?"

"Pitch them," he said, "they'll just take up space."

Mokuba took note of that, but grabbed the one basket that Jou had left. Kaiba hadn't even noticed the basket sitting on the bureau for him. The card was still in the plant, waiting to be read. "This one won't," Mokuba said, "if it gets watered it could make a nice houseplant." He was trying to convince his brother to look at it.

"If you want to keep it, go ahead."

The nurse helped the elder brother into the wheelchair, but the movements created a problem. Kaiba immediately let out a yelp of pain and tried to shove the nurse away. Mokuba set the basket on the bed and aided his brother to the chair, hoping that sitting would help relieve the pain. When that moment came however, it didn't seem like anything had been relieved. Seto was sweating; the motions enough to take it out of him, and a tired look crossed his face.

"You okay nii-sama?"

"Does it look like it?" he snapped. Mokuba took a step back, grabbing the plant that sat on the bed. "Mokuba...I'm sorry, I just..."Kaiba's hand absently touched his thigh, running over the bandages encasing it.

"I know. You're in pain. When you get home you better go straight to bed," Mokuba said, making it more of an order than a request. "I'll handle things with the company."

"I want anything that you're doing."

"No Seto," Mokuba said sternly. "You need to rest. Maybe after a week or two," he said, nodding. Kaiba's eyes swung to the plant that Mokuba had picked up again.

"Why are you so attached to that plant?" Kaiba asked, trying to change the subject.

"Jou gave it to you," Mokuba said. "I guess he was just a bit worried about you."

"Hmph. Him worried? He's the whole reason I'm in this entire mess."

"What do you mean?" Mokuba asked.

"If he wasn't crossing the street when he wasn't supposed to, then I wouldn't have had to stop and I wouldn't have another car ramming into me!" he roared. Mokuba looked down to the plant, staring at the card. "It always his fault; always," Kaiba fumed. Mokuba refused to believe it though. He was aware that Jou was the one that called for help.

"Maybe you should have been paying attention," Mokuba fumed back. "You're never paying attention when you're driving."

Kaiba was taken aback by his brother's outburst. It wasn't like Mokuba to get loud in the first place, but then it also wasn't like Mokuba to yell at Kaiba either. Thoroughly reprimanded but also still angered, Kaiba responded by simply leaving the subject lie.

"Let's just go home," Kaiba finally said, after a few moments of silence.

The next morning Kaiba was laid up in his bedroom, his leg propped up on several pillows. Around him seemed to be all the things that would keep him occupied like books and his laptop. He was half asleep from the pain medication he was on, staring absently at the wall. He grabbed the papers that were lying on the bed, holding them close to his person. He'd called Katsuya Jounouchi to his residence and hoped that Jou would oblige his wishes.

"Kaiba-sama," a maid had come to the door. "A man named Jounouchi says you requested him to come."

"Let him come in," Kaiba replied. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his wounded leg gently, hoping to show that he was still all together. There were a few footsteps coming that alerted Kaiba. He straightened himself as best he could, closing his robe so his chest wasn't exposed. The door opened revealing a somewhat nicely dressed Jounouchi.

"Yer lookin' good," Jou beamed. "Doesn't look as bad as I thought it was."

Kaiba smirked. "That's a bit why I asked you here," Kaiba said, wanting to cut out the chit chat. "Here, you might want these," he said, smiling as he handed off the papers. Jou was surprised, taking the papers and looking at them. Kaiba gave a crooked grin as he watched Joy absorb what was written in the documents. As he watched Jou take them in, he took a moment to ponder why Jou had come so easily. He didn't have long to ponder.

"What is this?" Jou asked.

"They're legal papers; I felt I should give them to you personally since I'm sure you don't have some sort of representation."

"Represen...what are you talking about? Like...court?"

"Very astute," Kaiba picked up the book that was on his left side and opened it up, beginning to read. "Everything that you'll need is in there so you don't have to ask me any questions. You can go..."he said, waving his hand to show Jou out. The blonde was already getting hot.

"Why are you taking me to court? I'm the one who saved your sorry hide."

"Oh? I was aware that you were the one crossing the street when you shouldn't have," Kaiba said. "Don't worry; you're not the only one being served your papers." Kaiba flipped the page in the book.

"You can't do this!"

"I can do whatever I want," Kaiba said, "because as far as I'm aware you have caused me a considerable amount of pain and suffering."

"Oh...a busted leg! Big deal Kaib...what are you going to gain from trying to get money out of me?"

"A busted leg, is that all you think it is?" Kaiba reached down to the blanket, but was trying his hardest not to show it. "I'm not doing it for your money; I'm doing it for your pride."

"My pride won't be on the line, yours will."

Kaiba sighed, grabbing the blanket and gently pulling it away not wanting to hurt his leg in the process. He was pleased at Jou's gasping sound, but didn't actually look, hoping that it would create a sympathetic effect. "What...the..?"

"It's your fault," Kaiba said. "If you hadn't been in the way, I wouldn't have stopped. If I wouldn't have stopped, I wouldn't have been run into. And if that hadn't happened, I might still be able to use my leg so..." Kaiba glanced up to Jou, his teeth bared somewhat. "This is your fault and I'm going to make you pay for it one way or another."

Jou's fists clenched, but as the moments went through his head, he couldn't do anything more than agree with Kaiba.

"Court's a little excessive," Jou said, "and I'm not going to be humiliated by you, or to go to jail because you think its right."

"What happens to you isn't my concern," Kaiba retorted. "But in case you're wondering, there is a plea deal. It's been brought to my attention that you're a nurse now, so that means you are able to care for people, even in an in-home setting, so...with those credentials in hand, the deal you've been given is that you can stay and be my little assistant for as long as it takes for me to be able to care for myself."

"No; never. I'd rather go to jail than be stuck scrubbing your ass."

"You don't have to answer now. You've been given three days to take the deal. Read over the paperwork; ponder your demise. I'll be waiting for you to come back. And don't worry about your job, they've been notified of the circumstances and even after this incident your job will be held for you, supposing that you take the deal..."Kaiba started waving his hand again. "Now, you can go," he said, pulling the blanket back over his leg. He winced as he shifted on the bed.

Jou wanted to ask many questions but was so outraged he could get anything out. He turned away from Kaiba, the CEO indulged in his reading again. Jou made sure to slam the door on his way out, which was only a pleasurable sound in Kaiba's ears.

A/N: Possibly a little more interesting than the pervious chapter...I hope you enjoy.