Yuugi's efforts were commendable, but the issue here was that he wasn't dealing with the right Kaiba for that to work nearly as well.
"I don't care that they're going up! I'm in a hospital, the doctors will fix it! What else do I pay them for?!"
Even as he says it, Kaiba knows that's stupid, but he's angry. He's bedbound and miserable, he can't do anything...anything! Who is he, without the ability to move forward in his life? He'd finally gotten what he wanted, what he needed, and he'd thought about doing it again, but how could he, when...when this was the result?
Mokuba was right about one thing--Seto was in the midst of an anxiety attack, and his racing heartrate was giving it away.
"Bro, please--please, you're going to hurt yourself!" the younger Kaiba pleaded, moving closer, trying to calm Seto down as well. "It'll take time to heal, but you will!"
He reaches for Seto's hand, holding it gently, trying to manipulate the fingers with his own, to calm his brother, but he only tears his hand away, barely wincing at the agony of his IV dislodging. Even when blood drips on the sheets, he doesn't calm down.
"Stop! Telling me!"
Stop telling him anything! All he wanted to do was keep playing a game, keep forgetting, until his legs didn't hurt anymore--and they were, hurting much worse. He knows it's because his entire body's tensing with his anxiety, the panic of being stuck in one place.
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"I don't care that they're going up! I'm in a hospital, the doctors will fix it! What else do I pay them for?!"
Even as he says it, Kaiba knows that's stupid, but he's angry. He's bedbound and miserable, he can't do anything...anything! Who is he, without the ability to move forward in his life? He'd finally gotten what he wanted, what he needed, and he'd thought about doing it again, but how could he, when...when this was the result?
Mokuba was right about one thing--Seto was in the midst of an anxiety attack, and his racing heartrate was giving it away.
"Bro, please--please, you're going to hurt yourself!" the younger Kaiba pleaded, moving closer, trying to calm Seto down as well. "It'll take time to heal, but you will!"
He reaches for Seto's hand, holding it gently, trying to manipulate the fingers with his own, to calm his brother, but he only tears his hand away, barely wincing at the agony of his IV dislodging. Even when blood drips on the sheets, he doesn't calm down.
"Stop! Telling me!"
Stop telling him anything! All he wanted to do was keep playing a game, keep forgetting, until his legs didn't hurt anymore--and they were, hurting much worse. He knows it's because his entire body's tensing with his anxiety, the panic of being stuck in one place.