#jakurai

Out of all the things you had in mind for your weekend, this wasn't it. You didn't exactly anticipate being in the hospital with a broken leg, waiting desperately for the pain medication to kick in. You were in so  much pain, it felt like you were being ripped apart. Maybe that was an exaggeration, but you were counting down the seconds until the  medication kicked in and it didn't feel like you were dying.

As you fidgeted in bed, you jumped when there was a knock at your door. You thought it would be your doctor, come back to tell you the results of your x-rays. But when you saw who entered, you were pleasantly surprised to see it wasn't the exact doctor you were looking for.

You smiled. "Jakurai."

He sighed when he saw you lying in that hospital. "Care to explain why you're here with your leg in a sling?"

You shrugged, forcing a nonchalant smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I think you do." He sighed before sitting in the chair opposite of your hospital bed. "Just tell me what happened, please. And be honest. I'll know if you're lying."

With a small sigh, you hang your head in shame. "I fell while going up the stairs. I missed a step, tripped over the lip of the stair above, and came crashing down. I don't know how bad the break is, but my doctor did say it was broken for sure."

"I see." Jakurai sighed once again. "Well, I'm glad you got away with only a break. You could have faced more serious damage. You need to be more careful."

"Hey, the doctor said this kind of thing could happen to anyone, including you, Dr. Perfect." You shot back before grimacing. "Okay, serious question: when is pain medication supposed to kick in? Because I feel like I'm dying over here!"

"When did you take it?"

"About fifteen minutes ago."

He nodded. "Well, you have about another five to fifteen minutes to go. You'll be fine. You're strong, so you can handle this."

You groaned. "No, I really can't! C'mon, you're a doctor, there has to be something you can do to help me!"

"I'm not that kind of a doctor."

"I'm also dealing with mental anguish on top of physical pain. That's a kind of sickness, right? I believe that enters your realm of expertise." You explain exasperated. "It doesn't even have to be with medicine! You can just bust out your hypnosis mic and use your special ability on me! I'm sure I'll feel better then!"

His relatively pleasant, albeit strained smile turned into a disapproving frown, making you shrink into the mountain of pillows behind your head. "You do understand that is highly illegal, correct? I am not about to risk my freedom, my license, my life, just because you can't wait a few more minutes for your medication to kick in. You'll need to find another way to deal with your mental anguish."

You sigh. He wasn't wrong, but you hated when he spoke to you in such a disapproving way. "Alright, alright. Can you at least help me take my mind off of things? That should help, right?"

He nodded. "That's better. When did you get your x-rays done?"

"About an hour ago. The doctor should be back any minute, although I believe he's dealing with a bit of a backlog back there." You explain with a shrug.

"I'm not surprised." He glanced at your leg. "If I had to wager a guess at the severity of your injury, you'll be in a cast for a couple of months. If you would like, I can accompany you back home and make your apartment more suitable to your now limited mobility needs."

You perked up at his suggestion. "Really? You would do that? For me?"

He nodded. "Of course."

You swear your heart could just melt from how sweet he was to you. "Thank you, Jakurai. I really appreciate that."

"You're welcome." He checked his wrist watch. "That's about ten minutes now. How are you feeling?"

"Better." You sheepishly mumbled. "And a little tired."

He chuckled. "Then I suggest you nap for a little bit. I'll wake you when your x-rays come back so we can discuss them together."

Again, you perked up with hopefulness. "You're going to stay here with me?"

"Of course."

Ding dong!

You startle, waking yourself from an Anki flashcard-induced coma. You checked the time, 3AM. You wondered who could possibly be ringing your doorbell at three in the morning.

Common sense would tell you not to open the door.

However, you have been studying for an exam for hours and common sense left your head hours ago.

You stand up from your desk, your chair pushing away the fallen notes and flashcards that you scattered around in an attempt to make a "physical mind map." What a futile attempt at trying to remember

Ding dong!

"Coming!" You call out, rubbing your eyes and walking slowly to the door.

You yawn before checking the peephole and you're surprised at who you see.

You open the door immediately, your hands shaking as you undid the locks on your door. "Jakurai?" You whispered, surprise evident in your voice.

"Y/N," he whispered back, his pale eyes devoid of their usual light.

"What's-" You noticed that he stripped down to his undershirt and compression leggings, his regulation scrubs on the floor pooled at his feet.

You see the darker stains on the clothes-- scattered on the top and pants.

"Jakurai, wha-" You are cut off by him pulling you into a hug. He rested his head on yours, his long hair forming a curtain around you.

"Y/N, please." He asked softly, pulling you close to him. "L-let me..." He trailed off and pulled you impossibly closer to him. "Please."