Yuugi must have held him for hours, even if it was only a few minutes.

Kaiba's body was a heavy weight against him, even as Yuugi adjusted to compensate for his jerking, his spasming, his--

His reaction to the damn poison.

By the time he had settled down, his head was in a warm lap, fingers carding through stringy hair as gentle eyes gazed down at him.

"Right here," he soothed, "How do you feel?"