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Tetsuo was caught off guard by Jounouchi's sudden attack. It's not as if it hadn't been expected, he was just so narrowly focused to whatever task was at hand he couldn't concentrate outside of the box. It was that fact more than anything else that unnerved him, he literally wasn't himself.

Jou struck at a couple of nerves in his arm, and though it smarted to a ridiculously high degree, it wasn't immobilizing. He jumped back, bumping into a bedside table, on top of which was a small glass reading lamp. He took hold of the lamp and swung at Jou's head. Maybe if he could just render the kid unconscious he wouldn't have to kill him. If Kaiba was already dead what would be the point of his own son turning him in? Incapacitation was definitely the most solid plan.

- - -

A code blue down the hall had virtually evacuated the nursing staff from the ICU lobby. There weren't even other patients or visitors around, which Hiroto took to be a pretty bad omen. Not watching where he was going on his mad dash to help his friend, he didn't see the small plastic syringe on the ground until after he had already stepped on it. Falling backwards, his head slammed against the reception counter. Conscious, but in agonizing pain, he curled up in the fetal position just 5 feet from where he was certain his best friend (and probably Kaiba) were in serious trouble. If he could move he'd kick himself for being so useless.

Tetsuo snarled upon missing his target, immediately grunting as a fist collided into his not exactly perfectly muscled stomach. Reacting more on reflexive instinct than any sort of thought process, he slammed his elbow into the back of the still crouched Jou, driving the other man down onto his knees, where he managed to place one well timed kick into the ribs. Before he could land another, something heavy slammed into the back of his head. With one final mental curse delineating all the ways in which he was going to make this Kaiba suffer for thwarting him once again, he collapsed into a heap at the side of the bed.

- - -

Seto looked down in shock at the crumpled form on the floor, having collapsed only a few inches from Jounouchi, who was attempting to get back onto his feet. The shock wasn't a by product of the scene of violence he just witnessed, nor to his own contribution into the fray. He was merely stunned that he had actually used HIS laptop to bash someone over the head. Without a second thought he'd just put priceless data at risk, helping out Jounouchi of all people. As much as he wanted to justify it as an act of his own selfish self-preservation, he couldn't deny that hitting the help call button would probably have gained him assistance long before the crazed man could have turned his attention back to Seto himself. Placing the hopefully still functional laptop on the counter he lay back down, irritated to be thoroughly exhausted after that small action. He'd worry about thinking later, when breathing was less painful.

"Sure," Seto mumbled, still slightly in shock, debating turning the laptop on and making sure everything was still in order. That would probably be insensitive though, it either worked or it didn't, what difference would checking now make? Attempting to get over himself, he looked over at Jounouchi, who didn't exactly look too much better himself. "You?" he asked, hoping that Jounouchi would understand the question without further elaboration.

He glanced down at the unconscious - but clearly still breathing - man on the floor. He wondered what the hell they were going to do now. He also wondered why he was thinking in terms of we, though he quickly dispelled any thoughts in that direction. It wasn't so much that now he definitely wanted to sue the men (again, there was no point), nor particularly wanted to have him arrested. It was more of a concern towards why the hell was the drunk trying to kill him in the first place, and his own son at that. More mysteries that weren't sitting right with Seto, and he was torn between seriously not wanting to deliberate over unknowns, and a vague worry that his life might seriously depend on it.

((btw your avi is adorable))

"Yea, sure," was about all Seto could come up with, torn both between exhaustion and a complete loss on what to say. He had absolutely no suggestion that would make this situation any better, and he was too tired to attempt to fake his way through any sort of offer of consideration. It probably wasn't the smartest idea to go to sleep only a few feet away from a man who had just tried to kill him, but Jounouchi couldn't take that long right? He realized he just didn't have the energy to care. Hiroto entered the room at that moment, carrying the syringe from before and rubbing the back of his head. Seto was asleep before the shorter brunette could say a word.

- - -

"What the hell was this doing on the floor, damn near killed me," Hiroto mumbled, finally having stumbled his way into the room. After which, he noticed an unconscious Jounouchi Tetsuo, a near passed out Kaiba, and his very shaken best friend. "What happened Jou?" he said, rushing over, as if physical proximity could possibly make the current mishap more bearable.

((Yea, he tries so hard. xd ))

"Huh, no man, I only just stepped on it and it rolled a bit and I slipped back and hit my head on the counter. This is a hospital, they should really pad those things," he said, trying to make a joke of the situation and calm his friend down. When that didn't seem to do much he continued, "seriously man I'm fine, but what's in this thing? And what went on here? Hell what happened when you left me and Kaiba in the park this morning? I know you have other things to deal with but seriously you're killing me with the lack of info here, and I think it's starting to get to the point that you can't exactly be keeping this all to yourself anymore you know?"

Hiroto wrapped an arm around Jounouchi, patting him comfortingly. He chuckled a bit, he was still being deprived of information, but he realized Jou was on the verge of a complete collapse. "It's ok buddy," Hiroto murmured, patting Jou's head in a manner that would be awkward and embarrassing where anyone else around (or awake) to see it. "Look, here, sit down for a sec. I'll run and get the doctor and then we can figure out what we need to do," Hiroto declared, gently pushing his friend down onto the edge of Kaiba's bed.

- - -

Seto had woken up after only a few minutes, in the middle of the whole awkward love affair, though he had refrained from commentary. Upon being alone with Jounouchi, who sat mere inches away from him, he asked, "what did you want to do?" He smiled (actually smiled, not smirked) a bit when Jounouchi slightly jumped, probably unaware that Seto had been awake behind him. Seto lay there quietly looking up at Jounouchi, waiting for him to answer the question, waiting to see if he understood the question without further elaboration. Elaboration was always uncomfortable.

Seto frowned slightly when he noted Jounouchi had probably been crying, or at least about to. That was sufficiently more than he wanted to deal with. "I meant about, what just happened, your dad. What are you going to say?" he asked.

He couldn't blame Jounouchi for being confused, first because of how exhausted and drained he had to be after everything starting up with last night. Secondly, Seto was well aware that this offer was quite out of his own nature. To just let Jounouchi decide what they were going to tell authorities, and what they'd do in consequence of whatever those decisions might be. Jounouchi Tetsuo had attacked Seto, intentionally tried to kill him, it shouldn't matter what Jounouchi wanted. Seto should have him arrested for attempted murder and make sure the judge threw the book at him.

He just couldn't help that niggling feeling in the back of his mind that he sort of owed Jounouchi, at least a little. In combination with that fact, he really wasn't taking the old man as a serious threat - he'd just have to make sure to keep his guard up, and potentially hire some real close-contact guards - from now on.

Given all that, and the fact that he was still exhausted and a bit out of it, he didn't see why he couldn't just leave further decisions in Jounouchi's hands. As off as that seemed, everything he decided seemed to go to s**t anyhow. "I mean what do you want to do about your father, what do you want to tell the doctors, and everyone else. What do you want to do about everything?" Seto rephrased, hoping this time the information provided would be enough for Jounouchi to wrap his head around. He really didn't want to keep parroting himself until he managed to hit upon a level the blond could grasp.

((Sorry my Seto is really screwed up today...probably because I'm really screwed up today, I can't get over the fact that I'm not home, and because of it I've barely eaten all day...*sigh*. Anyhow sorry if Jounouchi still needs elaboration, hell, even I don't understand where I am anymore. ~_~))