Get him discharged so I can leave.

Nnngh, wasn't that like a big kick in the chest. He knew that Kaiba was the kind of person who said things coarsely, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

And really, wasn't Yuugi imposing already? He wanted to stop imposing, and maybe if he got discharged faster...

The doctor sighed.

"With all due respect, if you don't want to be here, Mr. Kaiba, you can easily step outside. Mr. Mutou won't be any longer than fifteen minutes, and I'm sure you aren't intending to wheel him out yourself."

Look, it was late and the doctor was low on patience. They were used to people like Kaiba, coming in with plenty of swagger and money to burn, but not enough tact.

He was the one who brought Mr. Mutou in, but they refused to let their patient deal with someone who was acting like a nine-year-old when they weren't the ones in the hospital bed.

"No, it's okay! I...would like to get this done as quickly as possible," Yuugi said. "I...I don't feel very comfortable in hospitals, either."

He shuffled in the bed, hands in his lap and eyes closed.

He wasn't lying, or trying to mindlessly defend Mr. Kaiba. He was speaking honestly.