Mokuba paced around his room again, Rishid having left a few minutes ago. He had thought he would nap from the meal, but he was on edge again. It was dark out now, and he couldn't trust that the security would keep him safe. He could end up just like his big brother, or maybe even worse off. He reached for the phone and dialed the hospital, asking for his brother's room.

"I said I don't want any calls," muttered Seto.
"But sir, it's your brother," explained the nurse. Seto immediately grabbed the phone.
"Hey, Mokuba," he said in as cheerful a tone he could muster.

Mokuba almost dropped the phone, surprised at his brother's happy voice. Happy? That wasn't like his brother. "Hey Seto...Um, how are--" He cut himself off. That was a stupid question to ask. His brother probably felt crappy, but he sure didn't sound that way. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, a bit, but that's probably the work of the drugs they're pushing." At this, he chuckled. "I didn't expect you to call. Is there something wrong?"

"No," he spat out. No wonder he didn't call his brother last time he was in the hospital; there was no doubt that he would have pissed him off then, too. "Sorry for being concerned and wondering how you were. God!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I was just wondering if something was up, seeing as you didn't call last time, geez..." He facepalmed. This was already going disastrously. That's right, go piss off your own little brother, too, that's just what you need now. "Sorry if I sounded rude there..."

"Whatever, I'm used to it by now." He waved it off, forgetting that his brother couldn't see him do so. "But, um, I'm glad you aren't dead. That would have been, uh, not so good."

"...Yeah, I would think so. Amane might be cool with the whole 'being dead' thing, but me? Not so much right now." He shrugged and leaned back. "How are things going at home?"

"Hn, her." Ah yes, the one who wanted bookshelves put in instead of more closet space. She obviously didn't have fashion sense, which fit with so many other people in Domino. "The police made a mess of part of the yard, but the gardener fixed it. Your room is a disaster for now. But Rishid came over and fixed me dinner. He's a new chef now." Now that he thought more about that dinner, the peach cobbler would make a good late night snack.

"Ah, like how you hired Honda, too? Heh, I keep forgetting the people you hire." He sighed. "Yeah, well, after being all shot and stuff, I would expect my room to be more than a bit messy."

"Are you saying there's something wrong with who I hire?" It wasn't like his brother did much in the way of hiring. Besides, a house needed people for separate things. One person couldn't do all the cleaning, at least not well. He'd develop allergies or something if the house was a dust zone.

"No, I'm not. Just making an observation is all. So, how is the guy? I suppose if you hired him, he's quite the chef." He could use some food. Not sewage or whatever this supposed hospital 'food' was.

"I think he's going to be really good! I ate way too much." Mokuba thought about that big pot of soup. Even though he was still really full, a bowl sounded nice now. Oh yeah! "Rishid made soup for one of his courses. Uh, did you want some?"

"I could probably use coffee more than anything else, but that's not much different from any other day. Anything that's edible sounds good right about now, but it's no biggie, you don't have to do anything for me."

"I wouldn't really mind. I could bring coffee, too. Or have Isono bring it up...hospitals still, they still creep me out."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Seto shuddered and glanced about the room. "I can't understand how Ryou spent so much time here. Must've been a nightmare."

"Well, as soon as you're room is done you can come back. I bet that'll make you feel better, especially since I'm decorating it." If he gave the construction workers a bit of extra money, they could probably expand the closet a lot faster than what was initially said. "You're going to love it!"

"I'm sure I will. Oh, and didn't you say in your journal that you're giving me a new wardrobe?" That...probably didn't bode well. At all. Mokuba's sense of style was very different from Seto's, after all. "Just don't touch the leather, okay? Or my trench coats."

Damn. He was hoping to get rid of those, or at least most of them. His brother obviously wasn't getting enough drugs. "Fine, okay, but I'm buying you new and better one's too! Because, really, yours are just so...so OLD."

"Yeah, but I keep 'em around because I like 'em." He rolled his eyes although his brother couldn't see the motion. "You're practically the only one I've heard complain about them."

"That's because you scare them. You should work on that." Mokuba sat down on his bed. "But now that you're so beat up, you might not be so scary anymore."

"...Gee, thanks for that. You know, it was bad enough trying to scare people with a limp, and now I can't even move my one arm for I don't know how long. I haven't heard about anything new on Shadow, so I take it there haven't been any more attacks?"

Mokuba shook his head, then realize that it would get him no where. "There hasn't been anything. And the police didn't find anything here, either. You don't remember anything about him at all?"

"The guy or gal or whoever was wearing all black. And it was dark. And I was rather concentrating on not being riddled full of holes. Which only partially worked, I guess..." He sighed. Here he was, a person that could actually help catch Shadow, and he remembered almost nothing. Well, he knew the voice; that he wasn't going to forget.

"Hmmm, okay. Hopefully someone else will see something more, since he'll probably strike again. And don't worry, I've talked to security. They don't know how he got in." The chat with the personnel had not been a pleasant one, and if it hadn't been for the fact that Shadow was still out there, he would have fired a majority of them.

"I figured as much... I do hope he doesn't go after you. I don't know why he'd come back for more, but I'm just saying...I don't want you getting hurt, so if you could have a little more security around you wherever you go, that'd just make me feel so much better."

Mokuba was shocked by his brother's words. "Are you being serious? Or is this the drugs talking?" Because the brother he knew didn't seem to care this much. Not like he wasn't going to have extra security. He didn't want his body full of holes, even if it would be an adrenaline rush.

"I'm being quite serious. Look, just because I don't smother you with love every two seconds doesn't mean I don't care, and just because you annoy me doesn't mean I think you're a shitty brother. C'mon, I'm always gonna care. And if you ever ended up in here like me or worse...well..." Well, he didn't know what he'd do. And hopefully that would never be the case.

"Oh. Okay." Man, this conversation was getting mushier then he expected. Hell, he even felt bad for thinking about throwing away his brother's trench coats now. "Well, um, I guess I'll let you get back to sleep then, and have Isono bring you the coffee and soup."

"Sounds like a plan. The doc's getting antsy about me getting more rest, anyway. So...see ya in a few days, hopefully?"

"Yeah, okay, see ya big brother. Goodnight."