Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Time on a Chain ❯ Chapter 15

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Time16

After walking twenty blocks in the late fall heat of Indian summer Seto wasn't in the mood for
his reception by his own security people. He didn't care that all they saw were four dirty, stinking
street kids who had no business in the lobby. All he knew was he was tired, hot, dirty and
practically carrying Willow.

He was worried about Willow and Mokuba. Both of them had started giving out on the long walk
in the humid heat. Mokuba had started failing at block thirteen and given out completely by
nineteen so Joey was giving him a piggyback ride the last little bit. Willow had given out at the
door. She seemed to just sag. She wasn't the type to show weakness unless she was just about
dead. So he'd put his arm around her and she'd taken up her familiar position with a sigh of relief
but she was leaning against him more than she ever had.

Look kid you got no business here. Just take your stinking self out and we won't call the cops."
The big security man was feeling his authority and getting a little rough

He made the mistake of not only pushing Seto but grabbing Willow. She just pulled her knife and
stuck it in the man's face.

"Call security. We've got a situation. Four intruders. Stinking street kids. Girl has a knife."

Two minutes later Roland came from the back bank of elevators at a run.

Mr. Kaiba, Sir. . . . What the hell? Mr. Kaiba? Oh, man"

Roland couldn't believe his eyes. The four of them really had been living on the streets, he'd
hoped that Seto was exaggerating but from the look of them he had played it down a lot.

Roland, all I want right now is a bath. An endless hot bath with enough soap for five people. Get
us out of this lobby. NOW!"

Seto scooped a flagging Willow into his arms and carried her in the direction Roland had come
from.

And get rid of that fool. He's over stepped his authority before or I miss my guess. Joey, can you
make it? Why don't you give Mokuba to the security people?" Seto immediately began givein
orders like he'd never left.

Na! I got him. He's comfortable where he is just let well enough alone. Ok, MO'? Just a little
longer and then we can get clean and eat something good. OK? Hey, little buddy you're scaring
me." Mokuba whimpered softly. Then began to snore. "Oh well I guess he's out of it. I'll take
him to his room and put him to bed."

Seto juggled Willow into one arm. She helped by clinging to his neck with both arms. He gently
raised Mokuba's head slipping his hand under a sagging chin. Mokuba opened his eyes slightly
then slumped even more on Joey's back.

He's done in. Poor kid, he held it together until we got home free. Now he's out like a light. He
is just asleep, Joey." Seto let Mokuba's head drop against Joey's shoulder again.

"That's a relief. How's Willow?" Joey got a good look at Willow as they passed through the back
passage to the elevators. "Seto, she don't look so good. Yo, Roland. There a doctor in the
place?"

Roland took out his walkie-talkie, and called the central security office.

"Send a doctor up to the penthouse at once." He shut down the radio without waiting for a reply
and punched a button on the wall. Joey and Seto both noticed that there were only three floor
buttons on the key pad.

"This apartment was Gozaburo's idea. He built it for a mistress but never moved anyone in and
while you have been in control of Kaiba Corp. no on has used it either. In fact there was no
furniture in it and the security systems were so out of date that my nephew could have cracked
them I never even thought of it until you said even a trailer. " Roland looked up at the ceiling
with a strange sad look on his face" I'm so sorry Mr. Kaiba. You'll have my resignation on your
desk tomorrow morning. I finally let you down. The only thing I can say is I was relying on Mis
Willow's people too much."

Shut up Roland I relied on then too much as well so did she. There was no reason to think that
they were as inept as they are. Forget it. We're not hurt, and it sure was an eye opener. But one
more slip like that and I'm firing both of us."

We need to get Mokuba and Willow into a bed as soon as we can and if I don't get a shower then
a bath almost immediately I'm gonna rot where I stand. Joey you stink you're stinking up the
whole elevator.:

Seto held Willow and leaned against the wall he was suddenly so tired he almost dropped her.

"Yeah? I stink? I think you're smellin yourself Mr. smarty pants. I don't stink. I reek. So there."
Joey leaned against the other wall and wanted a bath just as bad as Seto did.

"Roland?"

Yes Boss"

Every bite of excess food from the cafeteria is to be gotten to the street kids. I don't care how
much it costs you understand."

Yes sir.

Seto entered the penthouse apartment first, he'd never seen it before and wasn't sure he had even
known it existed. A quick look around told him everything he wanted to know except how many
bed rooms.

It was a loft style apartment with a three-story cathedra ceiling a broad flight of stairs soared up
the back wall of the main room. It was double width for the first floor and single width for the
second. The main room was huge with a bank of windows across the whole of the wall to the
left. To the right was an open kitchen with a broad hall in the corner behind it. The hall let Seto
assumed, correctly to facilities such as laundry rooms and heating plants. There was also a walk
in refrigerator and freezer. He'd see those later.

Under the stairs another hall led to a private office and a small private sitting room with a half
bath. The third floor hadn't been finished and Roland had decided to leave the planning up to
Seto. But for right now all Seto was interested in were bath rooms and bed rooms. Preferably in
that order.

"How many bed rooms?" Seto didn't wait for an answer he just headed up the stairs behind Joey
and Mokuba. Joey wasn't waiting for anything he wanted to get into a shower and he was making
sure Mokuba was clean before he went to bed. They'd both slept dirty too often.

Put me down." Willow's voice was soft, almost weak. But she meant what she said and struggled
when Seto clutched her to him.

I said put me down. I'm gonna check out security. I cant rest until I'm sure it's ok. Seto humor
me please." Willow was so tired she wanted to cry. Now that they were safe, she'd let up on her
control and her foot and leg were hurting like someone had stuck them in a blast furnace, but she
couldn't let up entirely until she'd seen for herself that the security systems were top of the line,
correctly installed and fine tuned.

"Ok. But get it over quick, cause I can't take a bath til I'm sure you're ok." Seto leaned against
the banister and watched as Willow tapped at the key pad by the elevator and then went down the
hall behind the kitchen when she came out she was limping heavily but she persisted in
examining the windows carefully. Then she just collapsed, out cold. When she did, she hit her
head on the black marble floor, it hit with a sickening crack and she sprawled out like a rag doll.

Seto rushed to kneel beside her and pull her into his lap. She was burning up. "Shit. God damnit!
Roland, where's that doctor." Seto gave up all thought of a bath until Willow was taken care of.
She was really sick, but he couldn't figure out want was wrong with her.

Doctor Phelps will be here in ten minutes or so. He had already headed for home. Mr. Kaiba,
why don't you let me put her on the bed in the lady's room it's pink and frilly. Just what a young
lady would like. You take a shower and get cleaned up. Frankly you smell so bad that the Doctor
will run you out.'‘

Seto tried to envision Willow, with her head of flame colored hair in a pink room and failed
miserably. He gave in to Roland mainly because he was so weary he didn't think he could carry
Willow the strain was too much. He let Roland take Willow and followed him to the Lady's
room {Lady's room, whoever thought up that crap. Willow's gonna laugh her head off. Then
she's gonna redecorate so quick.}

Roland put Willow on the bed and started to strip her. Seto nearly punched him

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Get your hands off her."

Mr. Kaiba, calm down. Doctor Phelps will want to examine her thoroughly. Besides I've got a
daughter about her age and you're only two years older that her. So if anyone shouldn't be here
it's you. Go get cleaned up. By the time you're decent the Doctor should know something. "

Seto rubbed at the dirt on his arm and grimace. He was so dirty he was disgusting. He wanted at
least a shower in the worst way so trusting Roland to do what needed doing he left.

Seto headed down the hall to the end where he knew the master bed room was. He looked in the
room nearest the end and saw Joey efficiently stripping Mokuba, he was already naked.

"Willow collapsed. I'm taking a shower. The Doctor is coming." Seto was sure Joey wanted to
know about Willow but he was tired enough that he was more than abrupt.

"Damnit, what next? Mo' is out of it and I'm tired. Twenty blocks is a long way to walk. You
look like shit. How bad is it?" Joey dragged his attention to the current disaster. Mokuba was
rubbing his eyes with fisted hands.

Seto, what's wrong with Willow?"

Don't know little brother she just collapsed. The Doctor is on the way Roland is with her he said
I should get cleaned up." Seto let his head droop. He didn't know what he should do. He wanted
to stay with Willow but he'd been dreaming of a hot shower for so long that he didn't think he
could take the disappointment coming on top of everything else.

"Seto, I think Roland is right. We all need to get cleaned up. I'm putting Mo' in the shower. I
think he's awake enough he won't drown. I'm taking my shower with him. So it should be all
right. Go on to your room and get clean. By then the Doctor should have something to tell us.
Get going. Ichii-sama says."

Joey efficiently stuffed Mokuba into the shower and scrubbed them both down. It took several
wash and rinses to get the ground in dirt off their knees and elbows. Joey washed and rinsed his
own hair three times before the water ran clear and he had to wash Mokuba's hair five times but
they were finally clean, wrapped in towels and looking for something resembling clothes.

Hay Joey. There's clothing here. Roland must have gotten sizes somewhere. These must be
meant for you. They're too big for me. This must be your room. I wonder where mine is."

Mokuba had woken up in the shower and being clean had given him a second wind. Joey was
sure it wasn't going to last long but he was grateful for that small comfort it reassured him that
Mokuba was going to be all right.

"It's next door between me and Seto. Willow's on the other side of me. You remember what Seto
said?"

At Mokuba's wide eyed head shake Joey sighed. He'd hoped he didn't have to tell Mokuba
again.

Willow collapsed. She's really sick. Seto's getting cleaned up while the Doctor looks at her.
Come on, let's go see what's up."

Mokuba blinked, then he paled. He remembered her foot.

Her foot, damnit. We forgot all about it. She stepped on that damn caltrop the morning we had to
run. We didn't do anything for it in all this time. Fuck!"

Seto just leaned against the shower wall and let the hot water run over his body. He started to
shake and had to slide down the wall and sit on the floor with the water still beating on him. He
let his head fall back til it rested on the wall with the water hitting him in the face. He wondered
why the shower was running salt water.

Joey peeked in the bed room looking for Seto. He didn't see him but he heard the shower
running. Seto had been in the shower as long as he and Mokuba and ten minutes longer. He
decided he'd better check on him

Seto you're getting all wrinkled, come on get up." Joey reached into the shower and levered Seto
up off the floor. "Damnit you haven't even washed your hair. What . . . Oh! Look Seto she'll be
ok. She ain't gonna croak or nothin'"

Joey, what the hell is wrong with her. She was fine yesterday. Why now. We're safe." Seto
couldn't hide his fear. He'd just realized how he felt and now he was afraid. He knew she had
major problems but he was hoping she'd let him in.

Seto, it's my fault. Damnit, her foot, we forgot about her foot. I should have remembered"

Joey was beating himself up over this one. He was supposed to take care of his people. He was
Ichii-sama.

Joey it's not your fault. It's mine. I saw her foot for myself. I knew she needed to have it
tended."

Mokuba more practical that either one of the older boys, put blame exactly where it belonged.
"It's not either one of your faults. She knew she was hurt and she didn't do anything about it. If
she got sick because of it. It's her fault not yours."

Seto looked at Joey, he was always taking the blame for everything that went wrong in life. Joey
stared right back.

Seto Mo's right. It is her fault. She knew her foot was getting bad. She even stole clean sox from
. . . somewhere. So now instead of blaming we just have to get her better again. I just hope she
doesn't have gangrene.

Seto looked at Mokuba, he seemed to have revived somewhat, Joey looked better too. He was
tired but he could keep going for quite a while yet. He had a new supply of pills he'd found them
in his bathroom

Joey if you would get us all some food id appreciate it I'll go talk to the doctor. He must know
something about Willow by now.

Seto went into Willows room.

Willow was crouched in the middle of the bed with a knife in her hand her fever bright eyes
darted from the doctor to Roland and back. When the door opened she gave a soft cry of ‘Seto'
and darted to him.

What the hell is going on here. Roland I'll have your head for this."

Seto lifted Willow in his arms. She was still dirty and her body was so hot he thought she'd go up
in flames.

Sorry sir the minute you left she just kinda lost it. And when the Doctor started talking about
hospitals she really freaked out. Next thing I know that jackass is talking about sedation and
restraints. So here we are she's not going to cooperate."

Roland shot his cuffs and glared at the doctor. While "Roland had been talking the doctor had
been twitching was the only word Seto could think of. He straightened his tie then he smoothed it
one white hand following the other then the fiddled with his belt shot his cuffs and patted his
lapels and started all over again. Quick, fluttering motions of his hands that were distracting to
‘Seto and threatening to Willow.

Damnit get him out of here. Joey! Come here, I need you."

Joey and Mokuba both poked their heads in the door. Joey eyed Willow in disgust.

What the hell is going on. I thought she'd be fixed up by now."

Seto made a face, The doctor is a fuss budget and scared Willow she won't let him touch her.
She's burning up and we've got to help her."

Joey watched as Willow strove to keep her eyes on everyone in the room. The strain was really
starting to show on her.

Roland come here Mo' you too. Bunch up here. She's driving herself crazy trying to keep an eye
on all of us."

Roland snarled at his own stupidity. He knew enough about combat reflexes that he should have
known better. He'd set himself apart from the group out of habit and Willow recognized him as a
threat. So she was struggling to keep an eye on him and on the boys she was supposed to protect.

Hey Miss Willow it's just me, Roland I'm sorry I scared you. Look why don't you relax a little.
It's ok"
Roland held out his hands in a placating gesture.

Willow turned to watch him as he joined Joey and Mokuba near the door. She also kept her knife
pointed right at him. He had a feeling that one wrong move would push her over the edge and
she'd make him regret it.

Joey jerked his head, motioning for Roland to leave. When he obliged and took the doctor with
him Willow almost collapsed in Seto's arms. She put her head down on his shoulder and sighed.
She still smelled like a sewer and dirt and grease dulled her hair.

Willow, you need a bath. You'd like that wouldn't you. . . . Damn, Joey she's burning up. We've
got to get her cooled down somehow.:

The doctor spoke from the hall, careful not to talk too loud or be seen.

"We have to get that foot taken care of. That fever needs to come down and she needs to be
sedated and restrained so we can do all those things I've called the EMT's they should be here in
just a few minutes."

Roland call them back and tell them there's been a mistake, then get that fool out of here. I'll
take care of it myself. She won't take kindly to being treated like a head case and she'll kill
someone for sure."

Roland got the fussy doctor to give him a list of web sites containing all the information needed
to take care of Willow he'd known the man for years and knew that he would have one.

‘Master Mokuba, will you get printouts of all this information. We're going to need them soon.

Mokuba took the sheet of paper looked at it and nodded already thinking about the process, he
barely looked at Roland as he headed for the office downstairs to start the search.


Roland re-entered the bed room and sighed, Joey and Seto were still trying to sooth Willow
enough to get her to cooperate with them

Miss Willow, please, let us get you cleaned up. You'll feel much better and besides you're
dirtying Mr. Seto and Mr. Joey. They just got cleaned up and you're making them stink again.
You don't want that do you?"

Roland seemed to get through to her a little as she stopped pushing their hands away and lay
quintessant in Seto's arms her eyes watching Joey as he reached for her again.

Come on Wills, I'm no pervert, you know that. Seto and I just want to get you cleaned up and
something done with that foot. You don't want to have to got te the hospital do you?'

Willow shook her head watching as Joey pulled her filthy pants down over her hips. She wasn't
wearing underwear but Joey ignored that fact with an indifference that would have seemed
unusual in any other boy his age. Seto didn't seem to notice either. Get this shirt off her too. It's
just nasty. How in the hell did we live like this?

Survival of the most stuborn.i guess. Turn her around to face you so I can get this shirt off. . . .
Man she stinks and I can't believe how dirty she is."

Joey was worried he didn't think they should be taking care of Willow but that fussy doctor had
ruined any chance of her letting a real doctor any where near her. She wasn't going to go to a
hospital no matter how bad she got and Joey knew it. So they had to take care of her them selves
she didn't even have the option of calling on whoever it was she had worked for.

Seto I don't think we can do this. We need to get someone who knows something about medicine
to help us. Think! Who can we get to help us?"

Mr. Kaiba, I can help, I'm a trained EMT. I took the training several years ago and I've kept it
up. I'm not a doctor but she won't let one near her now. I'm the best she's going to let near her. I
got a list of informational sites from Dr.Phelps.

Seto and Joey both looked at Roland for a moment evaluating the information he'd just dropped
on them. Joey finally nodded.

Seto we got to trust him we got no other choice. That infection has to be cleared up and fast,
she's got a fever and her leg is getting infected. She'll lose it if we don't do something soon and
taking her to a hospital isn't an option.

Seto nodded, "ok Roland go read up. We'll get her cleaned up and in the bed. I just hope you
know what the hell you're doing"

Seto got to his feet with a naked Willow in his arms. He took her to the bathroom and headed
straight for the shower. Joey adjusted the water and started to help Seto with Willow.

Here just take her for a minute put a towel over your clothes there's no need for both of us to get
dirty again."

Joey did as Seto instructed and held Willow while Seto stripped down to his boxers. Then he
took her back and just stepped into the shower with her.

Seto sat Willow on a stool that Joey handed him. She just sat there semiconscious, as he washed
her hair soaping and rinsing it several times. He knew that this wasn't really good for her but
being filthy wasn't either. As she seemed to be wilting even more under the flow of hot water he
finally sat down behind her and spreading his legs pulled her between them.

"Joey you're going to have to wash her she's going to fall flat on her face if I don't hold her up. "

Joey just stripped down like Seto, knelt down and starting at Willow's feet started washing her.
He grimaced as he looked at her injured foot it was swollen and red and when he tried to wash it
Willow whimpered so he left it well enough alone after a quick scrub of the top of it. The rest
would have to wait for Roland.

Joey worked his way up her legs washing off weeks of sweat and dirt, then he started on her
hands and arms, she had blood and dirt under her fingernails and her elbows were gray. When he
finished, he realized that there was a light in the ceiling of the shower stall and turned it on.

Oh, Shit, Seto she's as bad as me. I never saw a scar like that one. And she's got a bunch of cut
scars."

Seto got a good look too, Willow had several scars on her arms they were bright red, she also had
bright red scars elsewhere. One across her belly looked like she'd been nearly gutted at some
time, there were other scars that looked more like dimples except no one has bright red dimples
in those places. The scars on her outer left thigh were obviously cuts.

Damn, those are mostly sword or knife wounds and these dimple like marks are throwing darts or
arrows. Shit, she's really scared up. And I bet no one helped her with any of them. Or if they did
they probably didn't do more than put a dirty rag around them. No wonder she; so self-sufficient.

"Well, we'll take care of her, come on lets get her into bed and get that foot taken care of,."

Joey felt willows' head then ran his hand down to her chest resting his hand between her breasts,
almost getting his head knocked off. The only reason Seto didn't knock him flat was because his
arms were full of Willow.

"Damnit, Wheeler."

Na Seto she's burning up. We got to get that fever down and quick. It'll only make the infection
spread. Ya gotta hold her for a while more. If we hose her down with cold water, that'll break the
fever. We can't deal with her if she gets delusional from it."

So Seto held Willow as Joey used the hose to spray her with water, as he hosed her down he
slowly turned the temperature down until the water was as cold as it would go. Seto held her
against his chest and felt it as her body cooled the temperature finally breaking .

By the time Willow was cooled down, Seto was shivering. But all that mattered to him was that
her temperature was finally broken.

Seto you're freexing. Why didn't you say anything, I could have taken a turn. Here let me wrap
Willow in this towl while you put on that robe,then I'm getting dressed again. Damnit we don't
need either of us catching a cold on top of everything else."

Joey got Willow wrapped in a fluffy towel and another wrapped around her hair. It took both of
them to get her dryed off and into another robe. She didn't fight them and had finally come
around enough to understand what was going on again.

Seto got on the bed and held Willow, Joey called Roland wh didn't seem very happy about
things.

"Dr Fuss-budget came back. Mr. Kaiba, he's threatening to report me if I don't let him care for
miss Willow. If he reports me and they find out I treated her I'll get arrested. Damn him hes a
real nuisance. What do you want me to do."

Let him come in. We might as well get thins over with. "Turning to Willow Joey remarkes as
calmly as he could., "Wills, ya gotta let the doc see to your foot. You need it lanced and the old
fart will report Roland if he tryes to do it. Come on let the nasty man see it."

Willow was tring to cooperate as she was now more or less back in the ‘land of the living', her
fever wasn't making her incoherant anymore

Ok, Joey sorry if I made trouble. I'm not going to a hospital. I'm not gonna die anytime soon.
Just do what you have to. I'll manage, just don't surprize me. ‘K?"

"‘K. First thing, we gotta let Fussy in to look at that foot and do what ever he has to. Then Seto,
mokuba and I will do everything else that needs dooing. Roland will help if we need it but we
arnt puttin you in the hands of a bunch of straingers that none of us trusts."

The doctor came back into the room, he examined Willows foot as Seto held her and Joey stood
behind him watching what he was doing.

Will you please quit hovering over me you're making me even more nervous. I don't like this she
should be in a hospital, I doan't understand why you won't take her in.

I'm hoverin because Willow dosn't trust ya. Better me hoverin' than wills gettn scaired and guttn
ya. How sum ever, if ya do somthin' I don't like I don't guarantee I won't do somthin un
plesant.so watch your self."

Joey didn't mince words with the Dr. Phelps which only made the fussy man even more fussy.

Dr. Phelps cleaned the wound with betadyne and examined it carefully streaching willows toes
back and poking at the sole of her foot. Finally Joey reached out and grabbed his wrist.

That's enought you're tortuering her with that. just get on with it, will ya?"

Taking a scalple from his bag the doctor grunted then remarked, "It would be a lot easier if she
was on her stomach. Could you roll her over."

NO! I'm not rolling over. I don't want my back to a strainger with a knife."

Willow shook her head beginning to look a little panicy she sstiffened up and resisted Seto's
aborive effort .

"Ok sorry bella if you don't want to you don't have to.

Seto wrapped his arms tighter around Willow all he wanted was for this to be over. He hated the
thought of Willow being hurt for any reason but he knew that this had to be done he just perfered
it done quickly.

Joey watched as Dr Phelps started to cut at the closed wound. Willow whimpered then gritted her
teeth. Seto took a washcloth hed tucked in his pocket and pressed it to her lips,

Here bite on this youll crack your teeth if you do that.'

Willow accepted the folded clothe and bit down on it as the doctor poked at the bludge of
infection again. He drew the scalpel across the same spot again.

What the hell are you doin' just stab it and be done with it.

Joey couldn't see any reason to keep digging at the wound it was just hurting her and didn't seem
right.

"If I just lance it, it'll squert all over"

Joey looked at Willow and seto Willow nodded to him so he pulled his switch blade and reaching
over Fussys shoulder and poked the tip of the blade into the wound which ruptured and squerted
vile smelling pus all over the docters jacket.Roland who had quietly taken up a position by the
door snickered.

Damnt that's not sterile it'll get . . .

It's already infected shit head ya can't make it worse. All you were doing was torturing her so
you wouldn't get any on ya. What's wronig with you?"

Phelps sighed and took off his jacket dropping it on the floor.

There's nothein wron with mne except I object to having a street punk do my job for me. If you
interfear again I'll report you for practicing medicine without a liscence. Hand me that bottle.

Joey handed Phelps the indicated bottle and watched as he used several pieces of gauze to press
the last of the infection out of the now open wound. Then he poured some of the liquid from the
bottle on a clean piece of gauze and pressed it to the wound

Willow knocked him flat, swearing like a trooper.

That's it! I'm leaving, I don't have to put up with this kind of treatment."

Dr Phelps got to his feet and headed for the door.

Yeah, well don't let the door hit ya in the ass on the way out."

Joey yelled down the stairs after phelps "Mokuba, bring up those print outs Dr Jerkface just
rabbited. Mo' hey!"

Joey ran down the stairs to see why Mokuba wasn't answering and found him sleeping on the
couch in the office while the printer spat out pages of print. Joey didn't have the heart to be mad
at Mokuba he was just worn out, so he gathered up the print outs that were done and started
sorting them looking for the information he needed.

He trudged back up the stairs and found Roland waiting for him there.

"You have all the printouts? I just need the ones on infected wound care."

Joey sorted throught them and gave Roland the required sheets. As he read them Seto comforted
Willow. Whispering in her ear.

It's ok Bella it'll all be over soon and you can rest. Just a little while longer."

Seto, I'm so tired, just make him hurry please. I can't stand much more."

Willow as so tired and so sick that she gave up on trying to keep her emotions under controll she
could barely contorl her urge to scream, never mind lesser emotions. While Roland finished
cleaning ou the now open wound in her foot Willow clung to Seto's hands like a leach. She
didn't want him to leave her .

I'm not going anywhere, Bella. Don't crush my hand. Roland's going to work on your foot
somemore. Afther that you have to take some pills then you get to sleep. Ok?"

Willow mmbeled something, she was already slipping back in to unconsiousness.

Roland finished by packing her foot wtih gause soaked in an ointment and bandageing it.

Mr Kaiba, that dressing has to be changed twict a day, packing and all. If the infection dosnt clear
up in two days we have to get her to a hospital. That infection spreads too much and we might
lose her all together. She can't fight us on this."

Ok, Roland. I'll see to it that she takes all the meds, and you come in to change the dressings.
Now everyone go to bed. I know it's early but we're all tired and need the rest. Joey, please make
sure Mlkuba gets to bed. I'm staying here in case Willow wakes up and tries to do something
stupid."

Seto gathered Willow up and gently layed her down covered her up and streached out beside her.
There was no doubt in anyones mind exactly what he intended to do.

Roland started to leave but turned for one last thing.

Boss? If she throws out a bad fever. We're going to have to restrain her. She'll either hurt herself
or one of you. And if she hurts one of you she'll never get over it. Call me if you need me. I'll be
here for as long as necessary."

Seto just nodded his understanding and put his head on the pillow beside Willow's and closed his
eyes. He was breathing gently before Roland got out the door.












Fussy try to lance foot. Joey lance with switch blade over shouldr of fussy.