Confrontation.

A/N: hello everyone i regret to inform you English is my first language so any grammar mistakes are on my and i don't have much of an excuse for them. not that I've been hiding that fact

WARNING: Hospitals, girls with guns(You don't understand how much I LOVE that that's a tag-), and referenced and implied torture. Also DOMA IS VERY FUCKING CREEPY IN THIS CHAPTER. I REPEAT. VERY FUCKING CREEPY WHAT HE WANTS TO DO.

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Shinobu is the first one who steps forward, glaring with intensity at him.

"Why here? Why now?" And for an extra measure, she tacts on: "What was the point of this? To intact some petty revenge?"

"Why not?

"No- why would you do this?"

"Why not?"

"But... Why though?"

"Why not?"

"That makes no sense!"

"Neither did the spork nor how a blade managed to be that ugly so my answer is, why not?"

Staring at the man as if he had grown a second head, utter disbelief in her eyes. She hardly managed to choke out her next sentence:

"Is... Is this all a joke to you?"

With a shrug, he said: "Pretty much," then he pulled a gun out of his back pocket and shot at her and Shinobu narrowly dodged it.

No backing down now. The two start to circle each other, guns drawn and postures tense- Shinobu's was at least, Doma seemed relaxed. The two continued off like that for a while, trading blows, as if they were stalling for time, which essentially they might be. It went on like this for a while as the sun started to set in the background, wasting precious time that Shinobu didn't know they had. Yet despite that, she continued to question him as her temper only rised. 

"Why, why on our anniversary?!"

"Why not?"

"Give me a real answer!"

"Because Shinobu! Don't you get it?"

"I really don't,"

"Because I want you to remember me! I want you to look at your husband, look at his face and remember how much pain I caused both of you, that way even in death you'll never forget me! It's the perfect type of revenge!" A malicious grin spread across his face, features lighting up with pure glee. 

"I'm not letting you get away with that, you will not escape punishment for what you've done to all of us!"

"I fully intend to do exactly that! You know what also I plan to do?" She narrowed her eyes at his, a murderous look in them. "What?" She's not even sure why she's even giving him the light of day yet here she is. 

"This, your version of it at least. That'll be my winning prize!" And with that said he pulls something out of his pocket showing it to her. 

There was a ring tied around a loose string, twinkling in the low light of the setting sun from over his shoulder. It took a few moments for it to click but soon enough she recognized the engraved pavé setting design it had, small, tiny diamonds being weaved around a diamond-shaped pattern, dried blood staining the engravements. It was the same ring she slid on her husband's finger, tears burning in her eyes that were filled with utter infatuation, the words 'I do' slipping from her lips as soon enough their bodies embraced each other, lips shy of the passion they soon shared many nights later.

Giyuu's wedding ring, she's wearing a similar ring underneath her gloves. 

There's a heat underneath her skin, burning, itching, clawing at the skin above it for a release. Tearing back the layers of muscles, blood, and skin, spilling out gore. It's rage, she numbly registers, she can hear her heartbeat loudly in her ears but everything seems so silent. Her anger finds its way to claw out of her, through her throat, through her skin, through her veins until it's spilling out of her with no end in sight. 

Shinobu sees red.

When she comes to there are bullet holes in the wall, and there's shattered glass lying around the floor like sprinkles on a cupcake, haphazardly, all over the place. The shattered windows allowed more light to stream into the building, not for long though, after all the sun was going to set very soon, a half an hour too. 

Except... Something was off about it...

There was a medium line of line trapping him in the back area of the room, reloading her gun she shot at him, to where he'd have to cross into the strip of light to avoid it. Yet... He didn't.

He moved in the way the bullet was coming, nearly getting hit yet refusing to touch the light. Was he... Afraid of a little light? Shinobu could almost laugh at it but now was not the time, but that didn't mean she couldn't style because of the idea she had.

There is a sunroof on top, it's covered with a tarp that sometimes falls through the busted windows but as soon as she blows off the screws nailing all the windows up there it's as soon as gone along with the sunroof. The building is fairly old meaning everything is a little looser than it should be so this should be relatively easy. 

She carefully aimed her gun at the screws and started shooting. Now obviously, shooting at the ceiling gained Doma's attention and not in a good way, so, he started shooting at her. This went on for fairly long as screw by screw fell down until the entire sunroof fell down, the tarp falling after it with a loud clatter and the muffled sound of glass breaking. Shinobu nearly dodged it, almost getting crushed as she sandwiched herself between the small sliver of roof that was there. The reaction was almost immediate when the rays of sunlight hit his skin.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER I GOT SUN ALLERGY! YOU BITCH!" And unsurprisingly, Doma was reasonably angry. I mean how would you feel if you were allergic to something and they just shoved whatever that was in your face? But Doma is a murderer and is also associated with other murderers so we don't feel sorry for him.

Fuck him, no matter how lacking of emotions you have that doesn't justify murder. Remember kids, therapy exists although expensive, it does exist, and if you should go to it. Don't be like Doma. 

Fuck Doma.

PSA aside, it worked, briefly, very briefly but that was what she needed, and started to shoot at him. 

She knew which areas to hit, which ones were fatal and which ones just plain out hurt and which ones to disable him so he couldn't shoot back. She aimed for the latter, killing him would do nothing, it wouldn't change what he did to her husband and it wouldn't properly bring him to justice. She wanted him to suffer, and the only way he'd suffer was in jail. 

His blood was not worth having on her hands no matter how satisfying causing his death might be. She shoots him and soon enough he's on the floor, blood leaking from the bullet wounds on his thighs and one in his shoulder and it's over. It's all over. And Shinobu accepts this as fact.

But what she doesn't know is that he still has his gun. 

Shinobu turns away from him, briefly, she had gone to retrieve her husband's ring off the floor, being mindful of the glass even if it wouldn't harm her if she stepped on it. He could kill her, kill her and win. And he's going to, that was the plan and it'll stay that way no matter what.

He aimed it at her back, where her neck met her shoulder, one shot and it'll go through her neck, cut off the circulation to the head and kill her almost instantly.

Almost.

She'd have a brief memory of pain and in that brief moment, he'd crawl over to her and kiss her. He'd be her last memory and that was all he could ever ask for. She was his first love and last, the same fate she shared with her sisters. After she was gone, body cold, she'd serve no use, then, he'd go after her husband, he could pretend he was her, he had long enough hair he could style like hers cut like hers. He could do everything he couldn't do to her to him and pretend it was hers. He could love him like it was her and pretend if he tried hard enough. She had used his body as a vessel for her desires and that was more than enough, now he could use it.

He aimed his gun at her neck, hands shaking as a sick and twisted grin grew on his face. He had it, he-

BANG! 

BANG!

Blood spilled on the floor as a body fell to the floor with a 'thump!', something else falls to the floor with a clack. The black-haired lady looked over her shoulder with wide eyes, having stopped in her tracks as she stared at the so-called 'demon' laying on the ground, a bullet hole in his gun along with one in his wrist as well. On the left side of the building, she was in there was an entrance, and stood at the door Kanao who had a gun pointed at Doma that she had shot, Inosuke had pulled out his gun too. In her shock she stared on at them which gave the demon enough time to recover and shout this:

"OF COURSE THE CHILDREN HAVE FUCKING GUNS!"

Kanao shot him a murderous look that Shinobu had never seen her have before. Oh, he was fucked.

Getting over her previous shock she stared at the two, covering her mouth with her hand, brows furrowed with worry. "Oh my god, who gave you guns?"

"Uzui-san," They said simultaneously.

"Oooof course he did. Of course, he did!"

"Did he give you handcuffs too?"

"Along with a taser," Kanao piped up, the same girl listening to her older sister grumble under her breath and going to pick up something, soon enough she turned to watch Inosuke poke the man who was bleeding out with a taser. It was kind of funny in a morbid way.

Kanao couldn't help the fact the corner of her lips twitched at the sight, physically forcing herself not to smile at it. Serves him right, for making her sister cry.

He deserved it.

The hatred she felt for the man across from her was unrivaled, it wasn't their first encounter with him, they had been personally acquainted thanks to a past discretion of his. He hurt Kanae badly, it made Shinobu upset, and it made Sanemi cry, he didn't know she saw him but she saw him, that only made her want to hurt the man more, Sanemi never cried unless it was bad bad. Kanae recovered but she'd never truly get over what Doma did.

Maybe she should join in with Inosuke.

So she did. Pulling out her taser she crouched next to him and started to poke him with it her smile growing devilish-like. They continued doing this till the man stopped spasming and passed out and it wasn't fun anymore, which is where they handcuffed him, making sure they extra tight so it'd bruise him. They both turned and looked away when they heard feet thumping towards them a familiar face which wore a large circle on his right eye. They waved at him and he waved back but before he could say anything Shinobu walked towards him meeting him halfway.

"Uzui-san! How's Giyuu?"

"The medics-"

"Kakushi,"

"kAKusHi, " He dramatically mocked, waving his hand briefly. "are bringing him to the hospital, they also need a record of his medical history so-"

"I should go with them! Why didn't you stop them from leaving they need me!" With a frown, she started to hit him, although lightly it still stung.

"Jesus Christ woman! Let me finish!"

Shinobu let out a huff and stop hitting him, glowering at him. "Well, you better hurry up,"

Uzui just sighed, shaking his head, "As I was saying, they needed a record of his medical history so they called a family member of his, they'd also like you to come in. They also want, " he jutted out a thumb at Doma. "him, to come in so learn what he did to Tomioka while he had him but that's just the rundown of things."

Sighing, the man grimaced as he started to speak, "I..." then, oddly enough, he hesitated, heightening her anxiety a bit more. "I told them as much as I knew, that this wasn't the first time he had gotten injured but he had other experiences that were life-threatening, this possibly being one of those. I was told that it wasn't life-threatening but should be treated as soon as possible. AKA: he ain't gonna die but..."

Refusing to meet her eyes, he looked away while he scratched the back of his head. "Make sure he's alright, 'kay? Don't let him come back until he's fully healed, okay?"

With a smile laced with mirth, she nods up at him. "I will, thank you Uzui-san,"

"There's a car outside for you, and Kanao and Inosuke, I'll be bringing him in myself,"

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Unsurprisingly Giyuu's older sister, Tsutako showed up and arguing Makomo and Sabito followed in suit but she also brought all of Giyuu's necessarily medical history which was a god sent. She watched as the older woman chatted up with the nurse, providing her the documents which were encased in a manila file with a soft smile on her face, despite that, her expression made her appear as if she aged a few years.

Despite being his wife, Tsutako had and would always be his primary emergency contact, then Urokodaki and her. While she didn't know the entire history between his mentor and him she knew he was a fatherly figure to him and had been for years so she can't blame him.

After giving the nurse Giyuu's necessary information, his older sister spared her a look and went back to talk with Sabito and Makomo, however, that didn't mean she missed the menacing look she had shot her. She was upset, although, Shinobu could hardly blame her, she was upset for letting it drag out this long as well. At least they found the perpetrator and at least they'd been in jail- she hoped they'd be in jail, there was still the possibility he could get good lawyers and get off without life in prison and come back for revenge.

Doma had a sick obsession with her family, she wasn't sure what it is but he wanted to ruin her and her sister's life. Except he never did harm her directly, not any of them directly, it was always indirectly. He had gone after her older sister first, then, when that didn't work he went after their loved ones. 

First, it was Sanemi, right while Kanae was recovering he took aim at him by leading Genya into a trap of some sort, and when his older brother came to the obvious rescue, he struck. 

Poison-laced bullets. Her own poison at that. 

She had antidotes to her poisons, however, it had been tweaked, by who she's not sure. It had similar effects to how getting hypothermia would feel, or frostbite.

At first he had just felt cold, it had been brushed off as caused by blood loss but when only a few hours later they had gotten a call from a hysterical Genya that his brother was barely conscious and his limbs were starting to turn blue. Sometime in between that Sanemi had something to his brother in his barely conscious state that left him tearful and caused him to forgive him. She'd never forget the look on Genya's face when she arrived, it had almost been too late. 

"Please..." His voice hitched, worry and concern laced in his voice, but also, anger. "Y-you gotta save him! I-I can't lose him now!" By the time she made it there, Sanemi was out for the count, his breathing was shallow and his heartbeat was unsteady. Yet despite that he...

He looked happy. 

He had a peaceful expression on his face, smiling, he looked he had de-aged a few years. He looked like he could die happy. Like he had gotten some huge regret off his chest before she arrived. 

He almost did and Genya stayed by his side the entire recovery.

Needless to say, Shinobu was scared. He went after Sanemi in revenge to Kanae, Tanjiro- he failed that attempt- for Kanao, and finally Giyuu in turn for her.

And he won. Well not entirely Giyuu was still alive but he got what he wanted to some extent and here she was in the hospital waiting room, waiting for an update, along with waiting for Uzui to swing by. She had sent Inosuke and Kanao to go get some food from a vending machine, which should take them a few. Thankfully, that's when Uzui swung by. They didn't bother with introductions, he entered the room and she didn't look up from where she was sitting.

"I got the transcript of the interview with Doma," He held up a file in his hands to signify it and she looked at him blankly. "So uh, he said a lot of things in his interview, like how you and your sisters were his first love... Pretty weird, I'd recommend you read this with a friend if you do cause it's... You should probably just not read it at all." When she doesn't respond Uzui continues on. 

"He also said something that was... Pretty concerning," Uzui cringed while looking down at it and she already knew that it wasn't going to go well.

"What was it?"

"Something along the lines about 'this not being the end,'"

"Well that isn't conspicuous at all," Shinobu dryly replied, throwing her hands up in the air in a melodramatic gesture.

"Yeah totally,"

"By the way have you seen Rengoku?"

"For the love of everything that is holy, if he's injured or dead I'll have someone's head-"

"Whose head are you going to have and what does this have to do with me?" Kyojuro poked his head around the corner before stepping into the room, his expression alarmed.

"I was wondering where you were, you didn't pick up my calls!"

"It's nothing, I was just worried something happened to you too,"

"Oh I'm fine! I was just taking my little brother to the dentist when I heard what happened and now I'm here,"

Kyojuro placed his hands on his hips and leaned forward a bit, a look of interest on his face. "So, how is he?"

"Horrible," Shinobu in that moment of time didn't feel like sugar coating it at all. "fucking, horrible. Hands were fucked up, somehow there was a spork, yes you heard me right! A spork! Lodged into his shoulder, and now after they get his medical history from his older sister. Who I haven't seen in who knows how long! They'll take him in for X-rays and maybe even more,"

Kyojuro looked at her with concern flashing across his face. "Shouldn't he be taken in for surgery?"

"Yeah, he should bit he's apparently not in 'unstable condition' so it's not that important,"

"They measure the condition of a patient before they treat them?!"

"Yes," She curtly nodded. "Yes, they do,"

And that was exactly why she sometimes hated her job when she used to be the onsite medic.

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It had been a day and she was frankly on the edge of her seat. Although the perpetrator of the crime was in custody and their organization was working on its best to gather all the documents including him so when the eventual court case was developed they could have everything prepared, along with suing him afterward. Or at least she was going to sue him, for many reasons.

But now, thanks to the hospital taking what seemed like years to do anything she had worried about those around her thanks to it.

She didn't mean to, that never was her intent, the situation was just... Distracting. It was a disaster and she was still processing everything, everything that happened and what would most likely happen after and them pestering her certainly wouldn't help her. 

"Shinobu-sama... you have to eat!" It's the only thing Mitsuri say's to her now, and she ignores her, but there comes to a certain point where she can longer ignore it and it pents up, already adding to her already buried anger. 

"Not until I know what's going on until the doctors tell me something,"

"It's what Tomioka-san, would have-"

"You don't know what he would have wanted!"

Mitsuri is silent after that, Shinobu doesn't look at her but scoffs, sharply turning to look at the ground, voice leaking venom. "Besides, don't you have a wedding to plan?"

The chair lets out a small screech as the pink-haired woman abruptly gets up from it, Misturi leaves without a word and doesn't return.

Shinobu isn't sure how to feel.

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Shinobu decides to get up when her legs start to cramp from disuse. It's been an hour since she saw Misturi, maybe two and so far the only people who came in this room were nurses who called people to their appointments or people showing up for them. Other than that she's all alone.

She wanders aimlessly around the hospital as if looking for some reprieve until she stumbles upon it. A vending machine.

Ordinarily, it isn't so special, it's a vending machine it contains all kinds of assortment of drinks. From apple juice to coffee, to milk to soda to water to milk tea. It's familiar to her.

Every morning, after getting ready and making breakfast, her and her husband would depart for the train station walking there together hand in hand, once getting there they'd order something from the vending machine. She'd get coffee and he'd get water, sometimes milk tea but typically water. On that day he left they went through that routine as if nothing was wrong, and supposedly nothing was until on their walk to he let go of her hand and everything went downhill from there.

Shinobu took out her wallet and ordered a coffee, reflexively ordering water as well.

The coffee left a bitter taste in her mouth.

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It's another hour until Shinobu gets an actual visitor meant for her. She's too busy staring down at her phone, switching between reading emails she's already read and checking the time to notice anything around her. Footsteps approach her, quick and urgent but nimble at the same time. She assumes it's Misturi's fiance, Iguro coming to tell her off. They stop in front of her and she heaves out a sigh of agitation, not ready to deal with him just yet.

"Are you Mrs. Tomioka?"

At the sound of another voice, she looks up with a blank expression. Upon seeing it's a nurse she nods fervently, some kind of hope rising in her chest. "Yes, did something happen?"

"May I talk to you in private?"

With a smile growing on her face she gets up in one smooth motion, nodding for the nurse to continue. "Of course,"

She leads her away and into a spare room, it's empty and the nurse wastes no time talking as soon as she's facing her. "We've given your husband both antibiotics and a tetanus booster shot-" 

"Why a tetanus shot? He doesn't need it!"

"He hasn't had one in 5 years  Ms., it's mandatory. We've stabilized his hands but he needs surgery but he's unable to consent so we need your-"

"Yes, yes, of course! I'd be offended if you didn't,"

"We'll I need you to sign these papers then," With quick strokes of the pen, her signature was on the paper looking comparable to scribbles of a doctor's signature. The nurse nodded at her and sat her down on a clipboard of a bunch more paperwork which upon completion was returned back to the front desk and left her waiting.

So she sat there and waited, the time ticking by slowly but surely, hours passed but they felt like days, her sisters visited, bringing food and drinks but then eventually leaving. Sanemi visited with Kanae, he ended up being the one who propositioned bringing food in the first place. Although they eventually had to leave, Kanae and Sanemi had recently gotten a dog they had to take care of and had to bring Kanao home to her apartment so once again she was all alone.

He always wanted a pet, specifically a cat, but she didn't like furry animals. Oh what she wouldn't give to hear him try and debate her on why they should get a cat, she just wants to hear his voice. His lovely, low, smooth voice.

The man used to own a cat, a cat that loved to try and steal his food whenever he left it alone for a few moments, the cat's name was Sachie and he loved her like it was his child, which in some right it was. But Sachie was gone, taken with the way of time, and would never come back.

She hopes her husband doesn't fall to the same fate.

If she could propose once more- even if the last time was accidental- she would, just to make double sure he'll stay with her and won't leave. She might just make where she gets her last name back and makes him take hers just to get back at that fucker.

Maybe.

She has about 6 more hours to contemplate it after all. 

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Another nurse, 6 hours later came to tell her that her husband made it through surgery however, she couldn't see him just yet, they needed to monitor him and make sure he progresses well. Shinobu can only sigh, deflating back into the chair with a frown.

This is going to take forever!

And it feels like it does. Inbetween her waiting she gets a call from, ironically enough, her boss, last time she heard he was sick but he had overseen the case, even if it was from home. She picks up the call almost immediately, greeting her master with a pleasant tone even if the situation itself wasn't the most pleasant, he greets her the same way.

"How was the surgery?..." There's a certain hesitancy to his voice that naturally makes her nervous, his emotions naturally reflect right back onto her and she hates it.

"...It went well from my knowledge, they need some time to see through,"

"Can we see him yet?"

Shinobu just shakes her head despite the fact they can't see her do it on the phone so she lets out an audible 'no'. "Why... Why not?"

"The doctors said he needs time to recover and they need to monitor him or whatever... I can see him in a few hours, I'll update you then." The two of them ended the call there, an hour and a half later being cleared to be able to see him. She shot her boss a quick text before practically flying down the hallway to race to his room. But her excitement was short-lived when she made it to his room and came upon a discovery, his state.

Giyuu is sleeping, wires and machines are hooked up and it makes her heart clench, his skin is pale like snow, with barely any color left on his cheeks and lips. There are bandages all over him, and that's not even mentioning his hands. 

His hands!

Ones that were formerly mangled are now wrapped up in bandages, one of his arms, his right has been more injured than the other is in a full cast and it takes her best effort not to cry on the spot. 

Numbly she lets the nurse inform her of his condition and gets to waiting once more.

When he wakes up it's not any better either, he wakes up with a start and immediately tries to rip the IVs out of him. "What're you-" She has to physically stop him from ripping the IV out of his hand. "Wait! No- don't rip that out, that's-that's helping you,"

Her husband lets out a strangled groan, tears glimmering in the corner of his eyes until he starts sobbing. She stares on with a mix of confusion and concern, her eyes furrowing and frowning.

"How are high on anesthesia are you?" Her husband lets out another sob, tipping his head backward. She sighs, sitting back down. "Very high then, very very high," He stays in that state until he eventually falls asleep again.

She's not sure how long passes, hours, maybe, or maybe an hour, whatever it is she's about to fall asleep in the chair beside his bed when something stops her.

"Koko...?" The voice had her pause, eyes widening at its familiarity of it. "K-Koko-"

"Giyuu!"  She jolted up, running to his side and laying a hand on his shoulder. "Giyuu, honey, dollface, are you okay?"

"He didn't do anything too bad to did he? H-he didn't-"

"K -Koko... I-I'm so-so glad you okay... I..." A sob forces its way out of his throat before he can finish and he starts to break down, pain pouring down his face. With careful hands, she wrapped her arms around him, running her hand down his back as she shushed him. "Shhhh, it's okay now honey, I'm here, I'm not leaving I promise..."

"I-I thought i-it was going to end... H-he was going to t-tie you to a ch-chair right in front of me and sh-shoot you... I-"

"Sweet cheeks that was just a part of the nightmare you once had, it's not real."

"B-but he told me th-that's what he'd do to you! I-I-"

She took his cheeks in hers, squeezing them slightly and bringing him to look at her directly in the eyes. "But he didn't, and I'm right here with you and that's where I plan to stay, okay?" She plants a kiss on the top of his forehead, her hand resting on his cheek as she rubs her thumb up and down the skin. He breaks down under her touch, agonizing sobs forcing their way out of his chest as he turned and hid his face in her chest, effectively soaking her button-up shirt. She cups the back of his head and kisses the crest of his head, letting he stay there for as long as he needed, which was for a while but she didn't mind. No, she didn't mind at all.

Eventually, he looked up at her, teary-eyed and breathing hitching slightly, cheeks wet. "My ring-"

"Shhh, I got it, I have it, it's in my pocket,"

"Can I see it?" She nods, and with trembling hands, she grabs the ring- no longer bloodied- and puts it in his shaky, bandaged hands. "Here, here it is,"

"You won't be able to put it on but you can look at it,"

"I can still wear it,"

That made Shinobu raise a brow at him, "How?"

"A necklace, until I can use my hands," It reminds her of how Doma must have worn it beforehand but she says nothing. It's not like she could when there knocking against the door. Shinobu's reaction was immediate. 

"Who's there, I have a medical degree and I'm not afraid to use it!" She wrapped her arms around her husband's head and brought him close to her chest, laying her other across his chest, glaring at the door with a murderous look. Giyuu allowed himself to be maneuvered, too tired to resist but also shaken up as well.

The door slowly opened to reveal a familiar face, holding up their hands in mock surrender, thankfully it was not a harmful one. It was Uzui walking inside, one hand raised the other hidden behind his back. He looked at the two with a surprised expression. "Oi, it's just me,"

"Uzui-san, what are you doing here?"

"I brought you something,"

Giyuu raised his brow. "You did,"

"This," Which is where he revealed what was behind his other hand.

It was the equivalent of a decorated shoebox that was bedazzled, used with one of those gem guns you'd see advertised in the early 2000s on TV except they used it on a box. Yeah, one of those. "A bedazzled shoebox?..."

The older man walks toward the bed, gently throws the box on the bed, then rested his hand on his hip. "Open it, trust me,"

Eyeing the other man incredulously, he looked down at the box, and with some help from his wife, he managed to open it. In the box was an assortment of items, from a candle- what looked like an expensive scented candle at that- to a handwritten letter, a cat plush, and some cookies, there were more but those were a few that were in there. "What the?..."

"It's a comfort box, your intern... Tanjiro had the idea to make one so we all pitched in, even Shinazguawa, I decorated it, of course, but I put an item there, the candle to be exact."

"I..." Giyuu stared at the box for a few moments until his eyes started to burn and the corner of his eyes glimmered. "...Thank you,"

"It's... It's nothing, alright?"

"But you didn't have to do this, so thank you,"

"If you really wanna thank any of us you'll start working when you're cleared to by the hospital. alright? No 'oh I seem fine so I'm okay' bullshit, you had everyone worried there, 'kay? Almost thought you would have gotten killed if we didn't act fast enough."

"I'll... I'll try,"

"You're not gonna try you're going to do it, cuz' I certainly don't think your wife is going to let you off that easily." He briefly glanced at Shinobu who nodded, tightening her grip on his shoulder. "The nurses are probably going to swing by when they hear you're awake so be ready for that," Giyuu languidly nodded, nestling himself comfortably into his wife's side, who moves her hand from his left shoulder and into his hair combing her hand through his tresses and moving them behind his shoulders.

Uzui waved them goodbye which only Shinobu reciprocated, trying to steady her husband against her side. The door closed behind him with a click, and she let out a sigh, smoothing the hair on her partner's forehead behind his ear, lightly tapping his cheek.

"Mmmmnnnnhhhhh..."

His eyes briefly fluttered open only to flicker shut once more. He was no longer a pallor color, his skin shifting back to a more healthy tone as the red in his cheeks was no longer as prominent as before. Giyuu's face wore a more youthful look, the bags under his eyes having- although not left entirely- become less prominent than before. He always had a tendency to look more peaceful in his sleep which explained why the bags under her eyes were more often than not more prominent than his, wanting to soak in the few moments she stayed silent, he truly did look at peace whether it be day or night time. Now, the last thing she wanted was him asleep, especially after everything that happened but she guesses she'd after settle for it.

She lightly tapped his cheeks once more, doing her best not to jolt him too much as she slowly tried to maneuver him back to laying down on his bed. Once satisfied with her efforts she took a seat next to him, leaning against the railing of the hospital bed as she watched him drift further into sleep.

"You know you're going to need therapy after this, correct? Physical and mental?"

He let out a grumble, shifting away to not look at her and she only let out an airy laugh, resting her chin on the smooth, cold metal rail of the bed. He never did like getting roused when he was on the edge of sleep.

This was fine, everything was fine. 

A/N: I pride myself in medical accuracy tbh. yes i did give the characters who are demons a sun allergy, except for Nezuko, she's fine, she's chilling.

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