"Ah! Sorry to have kept you waiting!"

               The three of you turn to see Mikan submissively and shyly standing in front of all of you smiling.

              "Phew... I finally got them all changed. They're all resting in their rooms now." She explains then widens her eyes. "...Huh? Why is it just you three here?" She asks.

Fuyuhiko sighs.

                "Um... Well, you see..."

Fuyuhiko is cut off and Mikan smiles brightly.

               "Oh, I get it! Everyone went to buy some fruit as a get well present, didn't they?!" She begins to cry. "Fuyuu... everyone's so kind. All they think about is their friends...!"

                "Well, that's not exactly..."

Mikan giggles.

                 "Heh heh heh. We must all help each other when someone is sick. Let's work together to get through this!"

Fuyuhiko sighs again and looks to you.

                   "You're a girl. Try getting through to her..." He tells you and you nod shyly and look at Mikan in a slight fright of speaking.

And so, we were split into two groups.

In the hospital, Komaeda, Owari and Mioda, the victims of the Despair Fever...
...Tsumiki, as their attending nurse...
...And me, Hajime and Kuzuryuu, left to accompany her. Six people in total.

The other five - Nanami, Tanaka, Souda, Sonia and Saionji - are staying at the motel on this island.

Then there's Nidai. He's... still gone.

I can't imagine the situation will change much as long as this "Despair Fever" is in effect.
And yet... I have no clue what we should do.

Honestly... What should we do...?

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        After a while of discussion and Mikan crying for a few minutes, everyone finally calmed down. In the end, it was decided that the four of us would take sleeping breaks, the people not asleep patrolling the hospital and patients and the other going to nap in the upstairs break/conference room. You had agreed to stay up with Mikan for a bit to help out with the sick while Hajime and Fuyuhiko surveyed the outer area by the hallway and waiting room. Sighing, you said goodbye and good luck to the boys for the night and headed straight to Nagito's room. You opened the door slowly and there he was, laying down on his back breathing in a sickly-manor with his eyes closed sleeping. You walk over to his body and run your hand along his cheek up to his forehead, pushing a strand of white hair away from his eye and flattening out your palm to feel his warmth, and God was he still burning up. You stroke his soft cheek once more and sit down to the side of the hospital bed on the floor, resting your back against the solid metal that held the flimsy mattress supporting your friend. Suddenly you hear a chuckle and feel movement in the bed making you turn your head to look up at Nagito only to see him sitting up and wiping his face from the drool dripping down his chin then bringing his hand down to sit on top of your head as he starts to soothingly run his fingers through your soft hair. Nagito sighs and shoots you a glare.

"Ah there you are." He smirks. "As disgusting and awful as ever."

You just sigh sadly and put your face in your arms that were holding your knees.

"Look, I know Komaeda-kun..." You tell him in a low voice. "I already know that I'm a lowly human being. I told you already that I have low confidence and I'm depressed....you don't have to rub it in...you're supposed to be my friend..."

He laughs and continues playing with your hair as you two blush from the interactions.

"You're so ugly." He tells you.

Nagito turns around and gets out of bed, crouching down in front of you and getting very close, almost at a kissable-angle. He begins caressing your cheek lightly.

"Am I really your friend, (Y/N)-San?" He asks in a condescending tone.

You stutter and blush as he gets closer.

"Someone such as yourself..." He starts, taking in an erie tone, "Couldn't even be friends with me that's how low you are..." He smiles and his eyes spiral into madness and he begins to laugh widely.

You look at him and begin to tear up, closing your eyes shut letting his laughing consume your head along with your self destructive thoughts and despair. Nagito slams his hands down on your shoulders and he looks at you hard.

"Look at you crying! Awful! You're just awful, awful, awful!" He continues laughing.

Tears run down your face as he assaults you with tormenting words until...

*kwathrump*

You open your eyes up slowly and wipe away the tears clearing up your vision and take your hands off your ears and look at Nagito. He was down on the ground, passed out cold.

"Komaeda-kun....?" You ask frightened and go over to him checking his pulse. At least he was alive.

You sigh and get up of the floor, sniffing and wiping your nose then positioning Nagito upwards and picking him up placing him back into bed, afterwards going back to sitting on the floor up against the bed. After a few minutes, Nagito regains consciousness with a coughing fit. After the fit died down Nagito laid there and stares up at the ceiling of his hospital room and sighs. Reaching his long arm down the side of the bed, Nagito pokes your shoulder and you reluctantly turn to look seeing him pointing down at you. Expecting another harsh word or two be directed towards you, instead Nagito pointed again, this time at your hand. You reached up at him and he grabbed it catching your breath in the action as well. You stared at your hand in his, him squeezing your hand and holding it tightly as if he was holding it for his dear life. Eventually, his hold became weaker as he drifted off to sleep. You sigh and hold his hand blushing slightly.

*knock knock knock*

You looked towards the door and Fuyuhiko entered the room, closing the door behind him.

"Oh, (Y/N)-san..." He said slightly surprised. "You're still in here, huh?"

You nod and he immediately looks to you and Nagito's hands, fingers interlaced with each other.

"U-ugh...so...I didn't know you and Komaeda were...a thing..." He acknowledges.

Your face immediately turns red and you pull your hand away from Nagito's.

"No no no no no!!!!" You say hiding your face in your hoodie and waving your hand frantically. "We are not a thing!!!" You sigh and dig your face into your arms and knees. "Especially the way he's been talking to me...he either doesn't speak at all or makes fun of me until he passes out like he did an hour ago..." You tell him with sadness laced in your voice as you begin to tear up again.

Fuyuhiko sensed your sadness and sits down next to you on the floor.

"I'm sorry...I'm not too good at comforting people...but a creepy guy like him...I'm seriously surprised you even spend any time with him....then again...you know him better than I do,(Y/N)-San..." He sighs. "I have to give you credit though....you're the only one besides Hinata that give him your personal time...so that has to say something."

You nod weakly and he puts his hand on your shoulder.

"You know (Y/N)-san....you're a really good person..." He attempts to explain himself and comfort you. "You can't let this creep bother you with what he says...especially not now. I know it must be difficult to hear him tell you you're 'awful' or 'disgusting,' but from what I've seen with you two, he doesn't normally treat you like this...don't believe what he's saying right now. He's got despair fever. He has liar fever. He doesn't mean what he says. So please, don't get sad."

You sniff and wipe your tears and nod at him.

"Thanks Kuzuryu-kun..." You tell him and he nods smiling patting your back. He laughs nervously and scratches the back of his neck.

"Heh...I hope that helped."

You smile at him.

"It did....thank you."

He nods and smiles. Suddenly, a whine comes out of Nagito's throat and you both get up and turn around to look at Nagito.

"Holy shit!" Fuyuhiko exclaimed.

You covered your gaping mouth with your hand and looked down at Nagito, He was sweating profusely and moaning in pain.

"He looks like he's dying!"

You nodded at Fuyuhiko's words.

"We have to get Mikan."