Seto Kaiba goes to his brother's side, assisting with the discharge process while his mind remains preoccupied with Angel's critical state. As he signs the paperwork, a sudden alarm pierces the hospital's calm atmosphere, sending Seto's heart racing.
Concerned, he follows the commotion to Angel's room, where medical staff are urgently attending to her. Seto's anxiety heightens as he overhears a nurse explaining the severity of Angel's relapse.
He stands at the threshold, feeling a mix of emotions—fear, frustration, and a deep sense of empathy for the girl he's only seen from afar. Seto knows he can't stand idly by while Angel fights for her life. Determination sets in as he resolves to find a way to help her, despite the uncertainty of the situation.
Seto watches intently as the medical team works tirelessly, their expertise and dedication evident in every movement. He silently prays for Angel's recovery, hoping against hope that she'll emerge from this ordeal stronger than before.
In the midst of the chaos, Seto makes a silent vow to Angel—to stand by her side, to offer whatever support he can, and to do everything in his power to ensure her survival. And as the tension in the room mounts, Seto's resolve only grows stronger, fueled by a newfound determination to be the beacon of hope that Angel desperately needs in her darkest hour.
Seto Kaiba delves deeper into the digital realm, scouring articles and files for any scrap of information about Angel Megumi's life. He reads about her mother, a talented dancer whose life was tragically cut short, leaving behind a legacy of grace and artistry. Her father, a prominent figure in the Sakamea Company, is portrayed as a distant figure, seldom seen by his daughter.
As Seto sifts through the digital archives, he uncovers a file detailing Angel's journey over the past year. His brow furrows in concern as he reads that she has been hospitalized for twelve long months, battling a relentless illness that has kept her confined to a hospital bed. Seto's heart goes out to her, imagining the pain and isolation she must have endured during her prolonged stay.
But amidst the medical reports and statistics, Seto discovers another facet of Angel's life—one filled with music and artistry. She's described as a skilled pianist and violinist, her talents echoing the melodies of her soul. Seto's lips curve into a faint smile as he envisions Angel lost in the strains of her music, finding solace and expression in the notes that dance across the keys and strings.
And then there's the mention of her mother's legacy a legacy that Angel carries within her as she follows in her mother's footsteps as a ballerina. Seto's mind conjures images of Angel gracefully gliding across a stage, her movements a tribute to the woman who lives on through her daughter's artistry.
As Seto absorbs this newfound knowledge, a sense of admiration and respect blooms within him. Despite the challenges she faces, Angel's spirit remains resilient, her passion for music and dance shining bright amidst the darkness of her illness. And with each revelation, Seto feels a deeper connection to the enigmatic girl he's only glimpsed from afar a connection that ignites a desire within him to learn more, to understand the depths of her story, and perhaps, to become a part of it.
As Seto delves deeper into his search, he stumbles upon videos showcasing Angel's incredible talent as a musician and dancer. Mesmerised, he watches her fingers glide effortlessly over the strings of a violin, weaving intricate melodies that seem to transcend time and space. He marvels at her skill as she coaxes hauntingly beautiful notes from the instrument, each one a testament to her passion and dedication.
Switching to another video, Seto is entranced by the sight of Angel seated at a grand piano, her hands dancing across the keys with grace and precision. The music she creates fills the room, wrapping around him like a comforting embrace, and for a moment, Seto forgets the world outside as he becomes lost in the ethereal melodies.
But it's the videos of Angel's ballet performances that truly captivate Seto's attention. He watches in awe as she pirouettes and leaps across the stage, her movements fluid and graceful, a vision of elegance and beauty. Each twirl and arabesque is executed with such precision and poise that Seto finds himself holding his breath, caught in the spell of her enchanting performance.
As he watches Angel's past performances, Seto can't help but feel a pang of sadness knowing the contrast between the vibrant, talented girl he sees on screen and the fragile, bedridden figure he encountered in the hospital. He longs to reach through the screen and whisk her away from the confines of her illness, to restore her to the life she once knew a life filled with music, dance, and boundless potential.
Driven by a newfound determination, Seto continues his search, scouring medical journals and research papers in a desperate quest for answers. But with each click of the mouse, his hopes are dashed as he discovers that Angel's illness defies conventional treatment, leaving doctors baffled and solutions elusive.
Despite the grim prognosis, Seto refuses to give up. With unwavering resolve, he vows to find a way to help Angel, to bring light to the darkness that threatens to consume her. And as he closes his laptop, his mind races with thoughts of a future where Angel's laughter fills the air once more, where her music and dance resonate with joy and vitality, and where she is free from the chains of her illness.
Seto Kaiba heads back to the hospital to see angel and observed from the doorway as Pegasus handed Angel a doll, his expression unreadable.
"I thought you might like this. It's not much, but..."
Angel's face lit up with gratitude as she accepted the doll. "Thank you, Mr. Pegasus. You always know how to cheer me up."
Pegasus wiped away a tear, his emotions evident. "I wish there was more I could do for you, Angel. I miss you so much, and it hurts to see you like this."
Angel's tone was gentle as she reassured him, "It's okay, Mr. Pegasus. I'm grateful for every moment you spend with me. You've always been like a father to me, even when my own father..."
Pegasus spotted Kaiba and addressed him, "Ah, Kaiba. What brings you to the hospital?"
Kaiba's response was cold and dismissive, "None of your business, Pegasus."
Pegasus persisted softly, "I see. But I know you didn't come here for nothing. You care about Angel, don't you?"
Kaiba remained guarded, his demeanor defensive. "I don't care about anyone."
Pegasus smiled knowingly, "Your actions speak louder than your words, Kaiba. It's okay to care, you know."
Kaiba begrudgingly admitted, "Fine. I came to see Angel. But it's not like it matters."
Pegasus offered gentle encouragement, "It matters more than you think, Kaiba. Your presence here would mean something to her."
As Kaiba reluctantly followed Pegasus into Angel's room, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Yet, as Pegasus launched into tales of dueling escapades with Kyla, Kaiba couldn't deny the genuine joy on Angel's face. Despite himself, Kaiba found himself intrigued by Pegasus's stories, his stern demeanor softening as he watched Angel's eyes light up with excitement.
Pegasus recounted thrilling duels, humorous mishaps, and heartwarming victories, painting a vivid picture of the adventures he shared with Kyla. Angel listened intently, her laughter ringing through the room as Pegasus regaled her with tales of their exploits. Despite the gravity of her condition, for a moment, Angel seemed to forget her pain, completely engrossed in the memories being shared.
Kaiba observed silently, a rare flicker of warmth stirring within him as he witnessed the bond between Pegasus and Angel. Though he remained guarded, even he couldn't deny the genuine connection between them. As Pegasus continued his storytelling, Kaiba found himself drawn into the narrative, his scepticism momentarily forgotten in the moment's magic.
As they walked towards the parking lot, the weight of the conversation hung heavy between them. Pegasus's words echoed in Kaiba's mind, each syllable a painful reminder of their grim reality.
"There's no cure, Kaiba," Pegasus said solemnly, his voice tinged with sorrow. "We've tried everything, but Angel's condition is beyond our control. It's time to accept that."
Kaiba's fists clenched at his sides, a surge of frustration rising within him. "No cure? That's unacceptable. We can't just give up on her."
Pegasus stopped, turning to face Kaiba with a somber expression. "Sometimes, Kaiba, the greatest act of kindness is to let go. Angel has suffered enough. It's time to release her from this pain."
Kaiba's eyes flashed with anger, his words laced with bitterness. "And what? Let her die?"
Pegasus shook his head, his gaze steady. "Not die, Kaiba. Set her free. Allow her to find peace."
Kaiba's heart twisted with anguish, torn between his desire to save Angel and the painful truth of Pegasus's words. As much as he wanted to fight against it, deep down, he knew that Pegasus was right. Reluctantly, he nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Let her go."
The next few days passed in a bittersweet haze as Kaiba and Pegasus continued their visits to Angel's bedside. They brought her gifts, regaled her with stories, and shared moments of laughter amidst the somber atmosphere of the hospital room.
One chilly afternoon, as Angel gazed out the window, her eyes widened with wonder at the sight of snowflakes dancing in the air. Her excitement was palpable as she turned to Kaiba and Pegasus, her face lit up with joy.
"Snow! Look, it's snowing!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with childlike wonder.
Kaiba smiled warmly at her enthusiasm, his heart swelling with affection. "It's beautiful, isn't it? Just wait until you get out of here. I'll take you on a snow trip you'll never forget."
Angel's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she clutched Kaiba's hand. "Really? You promise?"
"Absolutely," Kaiba assured her, his voice firm with determination. "As soon as you're feeling better, we'll go on an adventure together."
Pegasus nodded in agreement, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "And I'll make sure Kaiba flies you there in style, on his private jet. You'll be treated like a princess."
Angel's face lit up with sheer delight at the thought, her spirits lifted by the promise of a future filled with joy and adventure. For a fleeting moment, the weight of her illness was forgotten as she revelled in the possibility of experiencing the wonders of the world beyond the confines of the hospital walls.