A/N: Not a big YGO writer, but I dabble. I hope you enjoy this story. I know I do.

Disclaimer: Do not own. Wish did...want Seto...XD

Rated M for Seto's mouth and later chapters with other more...lemony implications

Chapter 1.

There had been a debate that, had not Seto Kaiba enjoyed driving an American car, he wouldn't have been in the crash in the first place. Of course, that was all speculation by the media, but it didn't change the fact that he'd gotten an all expenses paid trip to the emergency room because of a wreck that involved him, the car, and a dog.

"Ah-Fuck!" he yelled out, the entire ER able to hear him. "What are you doing down there! Fuck!" he threw his head back, his right leg curling up. They had him on a gurney, several different doctors and nurses lingering around to try and stop the profuse bleeding coming from his left leg; that is, if it could be called a leg anymore. The EMTs had already ripped his pant leg up to the hip, the fabric feeling like it had ripped off of his skin where the blood had nearly fused it to his skin cells.

"We're going to need a pint of type A!" a nurse yelled out.

Kaiba grabbed the railing of the gurney and tried to pull himself up to see what was going on. They had his leg elevated and were working delicately. Kaiba's system was still shocked by the whole accident in the first place. The pain that was flaring up into his left side was enough to nearly sedate him.

"The femoral artery has been severed!" Someone yelled out. A nurse pushed Kaiba back onto the gurney telling him to try and relax and that they were doing everything they could do, given what they had. "We need an OR now!" The first 'Someone' from before barked.

Something pinched into Kaiba's skin on his arm, but he hardly noticed it or even flinched at the feel of it. The momentary glances at his leg made him realize that all it looked like was a mesh of skin. The bone in it didn't seem to really be holding anything together anymore, but it didn't surprise him. It felt like there was something moving around in it that shouldn't be.

A female nurse appeared over him saying: "We're going to sedate you," and something else pricked into his skin. He was trying to fight her, shaking his head and trying to stop her from putting him out, but it was not to be. His eyes grew heavy, his labored breath evened out. He rested his head back on the gurney, the staff breathing a sigh of relief as they moved the gurney down the hall.

"It's all...the mutt's...fault," he muttered out, the world about him seeming to fall out of place. All the while his conscious sunk into some other realm, one that let him look at the past like he was watching a movie.

He was sitting in his car again, his fingers anxiously tapping on the steering wheel. It wasn't a pleasure cruise he was taking, he was aware of that. He was late for a meeting and didn't feel like letting his driver try to maneuver through the densely populated streets. He was a good enough driver to be able to get to the KaibaCorp headquarters on his own.

He'd taken the only car that he enjoyed driving: a Chevrolet Malibu. It wasn't exactly an upper class car, but it was enough for him to relax and unwind in. At least on days that weren't today. The thing about the car was it was easily recognizable as an American car. He had to admit, it was strange to be driving when your side of the car was different than everyone else's, but he knew he had the reflexes to control it despite how backwards the car was.

Kaiba came up to an intersection; the light was red. He cursed the light, but quickly softened at the sight of school children crossing the street in a bunch. They were all looking at him, smiling and waving. He gave a wave of the hand, and then looked at his watch to see how much time he had before the meeting. "If I don't hit anymore red lights..."he said to himself, pushing down on the gas. His head was slightly bowed, and maybe that was the reason he didn't see the person who was crossing the street immediately. He saw them in enough time to slam his foot on the break, but not enough time to avoid the car to be jostled around, nearly pushed to the other side of the four way intersection. His hands held tight to the steering wheel; his heart jumped up into his throat.

Out the remains of his cracked windshield he saw the figure that he'd stopped for. He was blonde headed and somewhat deer eyed. He was still in the crosswalk, staring at the mess that had just happened. At first Kaiba's mind was to shaken to process what was in front of him, but after a few moments it registered as Katsuya Jounouchi. Immediately Kaiba reached for the handle of the car door, only to have pain flare up his spine. He doubled over, lying on the steering wheel. His heart had finally receded back into his chest but bile had replaced it in his throat. He tried hard to swallow it. Tears came to his eyes and he tried leaning back, but nothing seemed to relieve the pain radiating from his leg up to his back. He glanced down momentarily, seeing where his leg was caught in between the seat and the door, a piece of it skewering through his thigh. He started tugging.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled out. When he opened his eyes he could see Jou standing in front of the car, a phone in his hand. "Get me out of here!" he cried, tears streaming down his face in pain. "Get me the hell out of this car!"

He'd awoken again after some time, thankful to be out of the nightmare. He was sweating profusely, bile coming up as soon as he awoke. He moaned, and squeezed his eyes shut before opening up for the first time. The light overwhelmed him at first, causing him to flinch. The pain from before was once again radiating up his side. He cried out, his hands making fists.

"Nii-sama?" a timid, boyish voice asked. "Nii-sama?"

"Mokuba?" Kaiba asked as his voice broke. His hand came up to his mouth, the bitter liquid filling it. Mokuba could hardly react before his brother threw up on the floor. The younger boy called for a nurse, his hands holding onto his brother's. The nurse seemed calm in the face of this. She got a wetted rag and started dabbing at Kaiba's cheeks. She told Mokuba to grab the pan that was sitting under the bed and hold it under his brother's chin in case he threw up again.

"Is he okay?" Mokuba asked.

"It's not too uncommon," she assured. "Postoperative puking is expected. We can put him on an antiemetic to try and relieve it," she said, leaning the elder Kaiba back, hoping to relax him. Despite what the nurse was saying Kaiba wasn't feeling any better. The mix of pain and nausea was almost too much for him. He heaved a few breathes, his eyes closed tight. Mokuba was lingering near him, the pan in his hands. "I'll get a janitor to clean up the mess." The nurse put something into his IV and then walked out, closing the door.

"Nii-sama?"

"It's all that mutt's fault," Kaiba muttered. He wretched up, Mokuba handing him the pan. It was a dry heave; only saliva hung from his lip. When Kaiba lifted his head he could see where his leg was hanging, looking to be heavily bandaged and held in some sort of metal brace. It didn't look humanly right, which only caused Kaiba's already weakened stomach to grow even weaker. Mokuba went into the bathroom, grabbing a large handful of toilet paper and coming back out, using it to wipe away the chunks around Kaiba's lips.

"What do you mean?" Mokuba asked. "Are you talking about Jou?"

Kaiba was aware how close Jou and Mokuba were, and he wasn't about to try and convince his brother to think otherwise. He fell back onto the pillows, his eyes growing heavy again. "You should rest nii-sama, you've been hurt," Kaiba managed a smile at his brother's naiveté.

"I'll be okay," he said robotically. It was his only response to Mokuba's concern. He passed out shortly after, his body seeming to be drained of life.

A/N: well, that's to start it out. Tell me what you think...till next time, KenSan out!