Running up the stairs of the hospital, both you and Fuyuhiko burst through the front door of the extra upstairs room.

       "Tsumiki-sa-oh..." Fuyuhiko shouts but is immediately cut off by the scene that was before him.

Mikan was mounted on top of Hajime in the spare hospital bed.

       "What the hell are you two doing...?" Fuyuhiko asks slightly angered.

You stand there in confusion and disbelief at the two. Hajime looks startled and confused as well despite being in the situation himself.

       "K...Kuzuryuu?! (Y/N)?!" Hajime exclaims. This isn't what it looks!"

Fuyuhiko steps back.

     "Don't tell me... you two were sleeping together?!"

He grits his teeth.

      "Y...You dirty bastard! You two are just high school kids!!"

Hajime sighs and looks at him slightly angered.
 
       "I told you, this isn't what it looks like!"

You sigh harshly and step forward.

       "Never mind. There's no time for that! Something's wrong with Komaeda!" Fuyuhiko tells him.

Hajime tilts his head.

        "Something's wrong...? What?"

         "I checked him real quick in his room just a moment ago and it doesn't look like he's breathing..." Fuyuhiko explains.

You nod.

        "I've been with Komaeda-kun all evening and this is the worst I've seen him..."

Mikan shrieks.

        "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
T...That's bad! I can't be taking a rest at a time like this!!"

Mikan jumps out of the bed in a panic and runs out of the room. You, Hajime, and Fuyuhiko run after her down to Nagito's room. Down at Nagito's room, Mikan was shouting and lightly shaking Nagito's limp, sick-looking body.

       "K...Komaeda-kun! Stay with us!" She pleads though it follows with no effect.

        "He can't be dead, can he?" Fuyuhiko asks I mean, we haven't heard a body discovery announcement..."

Suddenly, Monokuma pops up.

        "Oooh... oooh...! Is it time yet?!" He asks snickering.

        "Dammit... just can't wait, can he..." Hajime says under his breath.

Monokuma laughs and Fuyuhiko sighs.

         "But this really does look bad..."

         "Tsumiki-san... Is he alright?" You ask in a concerned fashion.

When you were younger, you remembered hearing all the stories of your mother, who was a nurse, and all the patients she had to help. She always talked about the elderly and how great they were to take care of and she hated when people got sick, why she became a nurse in the first place. You heard many stories and many tips and tricks on nursing, but definitely wanted to leave this one to Mikan, as you never heard of anything quite like this.

       "U...Um..." she stammers. "Well... he's breathing again, at least..."

You sigh in relief as he was alive at the very least.

      "But... that's just a small comfort..." she continues. "In his current state, I can't predict whether he'll survive or not."

       "How small a comfort is it? Would you say... tub of ice cream at midnight comfort?" Monokuma laughs with a smile. "Cause that's quite a big comfort, if you ask me!"

You sigh.

       "Monokuma, please stop interfering."

Fuyuhiko takes a step forward towards Nagito.

        "Hey... did Komaeda's mouth just move?" He asks and the rest of you turn to look at him.

        "You're right... " Hajime acknowledges. "Maybe he's trying to say something?"

You step towards Nagito and put your ear close to his face.

          "What is it, Komaeda-kun?!"

Everyone's head tilts in curiosity and you pull back once he finishes speaking and sigh.

           "He says he's feeling extremely healthy... fit and ready to go."

           "Um... Monobear said he has the "lying fever", didn't he...?
That means... he must be feeling pretty bad." Hajime stated.

             "What's going to happen if he really does die? There wouldn't be a school trial... would there...?" Fuyuhiko asks.

Mikan gasps softly.

              "Please don't say that! It's bad luck! She tells him. "Komaeda-san will definitely not die! I'm going to save him, whatever it takes!"

               "Yeah, I get it. Fuyuhiko sighs. "His life is in your hands, so get to it."

Mikan nods and gets back to his bedside. You tap on her shoulder as you excuse yourself from following the boys as they go off to another room.

             "U-umm...Tsumiki-san?" You ask.

She turns around slightly startled and nods awaiting your response.

             "Is there anything I can do to help?"

She shakes her head and explains to you what she is going to be doing and you insist on staying, sitting down on the floor in your previous spot on the floor next to the bed. Nagito's mouth opens for a second again and the two of you can faintly hear him call out your name. You get up and look at the pain-filled expression plastered on his sickly face, taking a second to lightly wipe off the sweat from his brow with a tissue you pulled from the box on the bed side table. As you were bent over him slightly to throw away the tissue, Nagito snaked his long arms up and around your neck and pulled you in for a tight embrace. You jumped at the sudden unsuspected touch and blushed from the little space holding the two of you apart, which, in this case, was barely any. Mikan made a little shriek thinking that you were being attacked but soon calmed down when Nagito lightly shut his eyes and began to shiver, you just staying bent over accepting the awkward hug for what it was. After a while, Nagito's arms slipped away from your neck and down to the sides of the bed where you then readjusted them comfortably to the sides of the bed. He had fallen asleep again, his shaking body beyond pale and an even more sickly color than usual. Nagito's color always confused and worried you. It was so pale and had tints of grey like he was a walking corpse. His fluffy and messy hair was white with red tips and small curls at the each of the ends. He is beyond slim and tall making him just the slightest bit lanky but not too lanky, his waist barely having any meat on it. You sometimes wondered if you could see his ribs when he took off his shirt, the thought most often then not leaving your face red and burning, though the truth of the burning and redness denied by your incompetence. His face was slim as well. Perfect though you thought...His soft smile and features coming off as adorable to you. The way he shoots you his smiles and his light airy voice always made you so happy. You wished you could be with him more and felt sad more recently since he's either been talking down to you or ignoring you completely. You wanted to help whatever was holding him back, even if it meant eliminating yourself. It was safe to say that you...loved Komaeda Nagito...."NO!" You quickly shook your head and hit the side of it harshly, Mikan looking at you more than oddly making you smile as blush in anxiousness.

          "Sorry, just had a thought!" You apologized to her and she nodded.

You quickly went back to sitting after the interaction and sighed looking up at the ceiling. You couldn't really like him...right...right?