"Nnngh. Yuugi, you..."

Oh god. Oh fuck, sitting up is such a terrible idea. Kaiba's pretty sure if he moves too much he's going to vomit blood, and that really will ruin his furniture.

But as much of a dick as he is, he's not leaving Yuugi on the floor like that. So despite his body's protests, he shuffles to his feet and continues to make extremely poor decisions, including stooping down to pick Yuugi up off the floor as gently as possible and deposit him back on the couch in a position less likely to end with him back on the floor. Kaiba then takes a seat again.

...Before flopping back over. No. Sitting is too much.

"On that, we can wholeheartedly agree," he mutters to Yuugi's curse of his own body. "Next time...just bleed it out somewhere else."

"...What the fuck happened in here?!"

Mokuba heard the sound of someone hitting the ground. Of course he's standing there, looking absolutely aghast at the site of his brother with a mouth stained with blood, and Yuugi looking a step from passing out. Actually they both did.

Seto manages to glare at his brother.

"Language."