Because even protagonists get illness and injury.
     Also, how the frick frack do hospitals work?
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Osamu Mikumo

You raced to the Mikado City General Hospital. After you received the message that Osamu was hurt, you were anxious to get to him.

"Chika!" You panted. The thirteen-year-old looked up at you in surprise. "Where's Osamu?"

She gulped. "H-He's in room 12. May I come with you, (L/N)?"

You gave her a quick smile. "Yes, of course."

You signed the both of you in, grabbed her arm, and speed-walked to his room.

Meeting up with Torimaru, Yotaro, and Reiji, you looked at Osamu's injured body in the hospital gown.

Torimaru patted your arm. "Don't worry, Osamu will be okay."

Your gaze turned down. "I hope so."

     Chika gave you a small, reassuring smile and tugged on your arm. "After all, Jin said he would be okay."

     You didn't respond. You've never doubted Jin's foresight before, but...

     You were now.

Yuma Kuga

     Well, he doesn't really get 'injured' because his body is made of Trion, so...

Yuichi Jin

     "What happened to you?"

     You stared at your boyfriend and his sprained ankle.

     You gave him the 'disapproving mother' look. "Yuichi."

     He smiled at you so sheepishly it smelled like lamb. "Well, I was doing parkour."

     You glared at him. "Don't you dare lie to me."

     Yuichi sighed and adjusted the ice pack on his ankle. "Tachikawa, Kazama, Suwa, and I were playing Truth or Dare. And Tachikawa dared me to jump out of a moving car."

     You tapped your foot. "And?"

     "And I did it. I jumped out of a moving car and sprained my ankle."

     "Why didn't you avoid that stupid game altogether by using your foresight?"

     He shrugged. "I like hanging out with my friends."

     You gave an exasperated sigh.

     "I'm not kissing you for two months."

     His head shot up from the pillows. "Wait—(Y/N)—"

     You glared at him once more. "Stop doing such stupid stuff, and maybe I'll shorten it to one month."

     And you walked out of his room and slammed the door shut behind you.

Shuji Miwa

*ah—CHOO!*

"Bless you."

"*snuffle* Thank you."

Shuji sank beneath the mound of feather comforters, soft blankets, quilts, and tissues. Groaning, he turned on his side. "It's too cold..."

You frowned. "Shuji, your temperature is almost 40 degrees Celsius/104 degrees Fahrenheit, your room is the warmest in the house, and those blankets," you gestured towards the steep mountain. "Should keep in heat just fine. I'm afraid I can't do anything about it."

He groaned again and hugged the hot water pack against his stomach. He felt his stomach churning and gurgling and being all-around gross.

You sighed through your nose and kissed his forehead. "Get some sleep, okay? I'm going to go update your parents about how you're doing."

You set a little bell on his nightstand. "Ring this bell if you need something, alright, Shuji? Goodnight."

Ruffling his dark hair, you started trudging off in a separate room to make the call to his parents until you felt him tug your sleeve.

You looked behind your shoulder. "Yes?"

A dark blush covered his cheeks and nose (though you weren't sure if that was because of his illness or embarrassment). He mumbled something incoherent.

You knit your eyebrows and leaned forward. "Sorry, could you repeat that a little louder?"

Shuji fixed his gaze on the tissue box. "I was wondering if you could stay..."

You smiled warmly, which made his blush spread. You didn't often see this cute, awkward side of him, but you loved it.

"Of course I can."

Yosuke Yoneya

     Does this count as getting hurt?

     "Ow—ow—OW! (Y/N), that really hurts!"

     "Yosuke, stop moving around so much, or—Yosuke!"

     Currently, you and Yosuke were struggling to remove a large wad of lime-colored bubblegum from his beautiful hair.

     "Ow! (Y/N), be more gentle!"

     "Then stop moving around!"

     You tapped your thumb on the screen of your phone, searching up how to remove bubblegum from hair. Curse that child from the park!

     "Okay, Yosuke, Google says that peanut butter should remove gum from hair and just washing your hair with shampoo and stuff will remove the peanut butter. Just bear with me, okay?"

     Yosuke pouted. "Okay."

     Screwing open the jar of peanut butter (if you're allergic to nuts, in this you aren't), you globbed a blob of the spread on top and around the bubblegum. Gently working your fingers through his raven hair, you managed to remove the lime-colored gob of gum from his hair.

     Yosuke let out a relieved sigh. "Thanks, (Y/N). I'm gonna go take a shower. Wait here, okay?"

     You nodded, cleaning up the mess of peanut butter whilst he went to go take a warm, welcoming shower.

All according to the Google keikaku...

     Time Skip

     "Hey, (Y/N), could you come into my room for a sec?"

     "Sure."

     Trudging up the wooden steps, you reached your Final Destination (haha).

You silently creaked open the door, only to close it again with an abrupt slam.

"Geez, Yosuke, put on a shirt first!"

Hyuse

     *bLORGHSBFIWMTH*

     You sighed and rubbed Hyuse's back. He had gotten a stomach virus and had been vomiting for most of the day.

     "Hyuse, are you sure you don't want to go to the doctor? I promise that the doctor will be working for Border and be sworn to secrecy..." You said softly. You weren't really sure if he could here you over the sounds of his own vomiting, though.

     He coughed and retched for a few moments before answering. "No."

     You sighed once more. Sometimes, you wondered if you were dealing with a young child instead of your sixteen-year-old boyfriend. Honestly, he hated going to the doctor so much you wondered if he had iatrophobia (the fear of doctors).

     You patted his back, which made him turn his face back to the toilet bowl and vomit.

     *bLORGHANFKWKGNOABLEGH*

     You looked at him with a concerned look. "How much does he eat that he vomits so much...?" You murmured.

     *time skip-pip*

     "Uuuuuugh..." Hyuse groaned as he held the hot water packet to his stomach.

     Sipping the glass of water that was at the side of his bed, he wondered what was taking so long for you to bring his medicine.

     Suddenly, he heard two sets of feet walking towards his room. He recognized one set as yours, but the other was completely unfamiliar.

      Being an intelligent person, he found out what you were doing. (Y/N), I told you not to take me to the doctor. So technically, you aren't rebelling what I said. Stupid Meeden people and stupid Meeden partner.

     Once the door was opened and the doctor stepped in, Hyuse gave you a hard glare.

     The doctor smiled at Hyuse. "Hello, Hyuse. My name is Dr. Hashimoto. I understand you have symptoms of a stomach virus?"

     Hyuse mumbled a few rude words in Aftokratorian (which was sort of the equivalent to "Yes, you vile, jive-talking, duck-walking, egg-sucking, cannon fodder. I can't believe you became a doctor, you ugly sow.")

     She still kept that smile plastered on. "Excuse me? I couldn't quite hear you. Could you repeat that again?"

     You glared at him and signed 'Watch your manners.' (You and him started learning JSL when there was time to kill)

     "Yes, I do." He replied, whilst signing, 'She doesn't know what I'm saying.' As discreetly as possible.

     And the rest of the doctors visit was basically you and him discreetly signing to eachother in an angered fashion.

Ko Murakami

     Does this count as illness or injury?

     "Why do you only have childrens' medicine?"

     You shrugged. "I never really bothered trying to buy different medicine."

     "That's stupid."

     The reason why you two were looking for medicine is because Ko had been introduced to a lot of things, (like oil pastel artwork, shoe mending, knitting, weaving, and such) which had taken a toll on him the next morning after he slept. One negative to extreme sleep learning, you noted. Is overloaded knowledge intake.

     So, today he had a terrible headache. Hoping to relieve it by spending time with you, he had visited your house (since school was basically done for now).

     But it only gave him a bigger headache.

     Ko continued to rummage through your medicine cabinet, trying to look for some Aspirin or Tylenol or Advil or something. Upon not finding any, he groaned and shut the cabinet, rubbing his temples.

     You frowned. "I can go get some Advil, if you want."

     "Yes." Ko said, running a hand through his hair. "Advil would be great."

     You nodded and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll be back soon."

     You then slipped on some shoes and left the house.

     Ko flopped himself on your couch, the back of his right hand resting on his forehead. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Might as well get some sleep..." he mumbled.

     TIME SKIP (•_•)

     "Ko, I'm ho—oh."

     Your eyes were laid upon Ko's sleeping form. His mouth was slightly ajar with the beginnings of drool starting to form. His hand was rested on his forehead and he made soft snoring sounds.

     You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand. You smiled. "Oh, Ko..." You said softly, not wanting to wake him up.

     You set the plastic bag on the coffee table and trotted up to your room. You grabbed a thin blanket and made your way back down, placing it over Ko's sleeping form. You picked up the bottle of Advil and screwed it open, with a little trouble at first ("Stupid childproof caps!"), placing two capsules on a napkin next to a glass of water.

     You then grabbed a book and sat on a chair next to him, turning to a page. You had a feeling he wasn't going to wake up for a while.

Masato Kageura

Warning:Swearing.

"Hey, could you—OW! FUCK!"

Masato winced as he held his shoulder in agony. Recently, a car had almost run him over. The driver was hella drunk, and Masato was lucky that his reflexes and mind were fast enough to avoid getting any major injuries. He basically just had some wicked, colorful bruises running along his right arm and back.

You wrapped up the hardboiled egg in a paper towel and pressed it against a green shoulder bruise. Upon learning your boyfriend had a bunch of bruises, Tetsuji, your brother, had told you that hardboiled eggs without the shell that are rubbed against bruises help speed up the healing process. (In my experience, it does.)

You frowned at Masato. "Hey, Sharkie, stop jerking your arm around everywhere."

"Shut—SHIT!" He banged his left fist on the table and swore yet again. "Stop applying it so hard!"

"It's an egg, its shell is off so it should be soft." You replied, scowling.

     Masato huffed.

     "Oi, Kage," Tetsuji called from the depths of the refrigerator. "Apple or orange juice?"

     "Apple juice!" He yelped in pain.

Tetsuji chuckled and made his way over to Masato with the apple juice carton. "Damn, you're passionate about apple juice."

"Shut up, you bastard!"

"Masato, don't call my brother a bastard." You leaned closer to him. "Even though he is one." You murmured.

"Hey!" Tetsuji said jokingly, pretending to be angry. You and him burst into laughter, him ruffling your hair.

Masato smiled. Yes, he was injured and in pain, but he felt an emotion that he always felt when you were around—love.

Jun Arashiyama

Based off personal experience just yesterday.....

"Owww......"

Jun limped over to the nearest chair and sat down on it, butt on the edge of the seat.

When you were doing the laundry, you had told him that he had left one of his shirts in your house and for him to come and get it. When he turned to leave with the shirt in hand, his inner right thigh hit against a part of the washing machine, causing quite a bad bruise, though he couldn't tell whether or not there was an open wound.

Now, taking the time to examine the bruise, he could see no blood or cuts (phew!), but he could see a small area turning all sorts of strange colors (whee).

You rushed over to your boyfriend, you clasped your hands together. "Aaaah, I'm so sorry Jun..."

He gave you a small smile, eyes clouded with pain. "I'm—" he sucked in a breath. "I'm fine."

You frowned. "I'll get you some medicine for your bruise."

"You don't have to—"

You glared at him.

He shut up.

You rummaged through the cabinets (at my house we have an entire section for bandaids and medicines and whatnot, it's about two cabinets full of the stuff), looking for some medicine. You picked out a Chinese spray that worked like magic.

You shook the bottle firmly. "This was bought by my (Family Member) just last week, and they say that it stop open wounds from bleeding almost immediately, so it is truly magic. It also comes in a powder form, but this is more convenient. Also, I'm lazy."

You looked into his eyes and kneeled down to his bruise. "This will feel cold."

You sprayed it over his bruise. You heard him suck in another breath.

     "Ahaha..." he made a noise between a laugh and a little noise of pain. "That... That is cold."

     "Yup." You replied, capping the bottle. "Can you walk?"

     "Yeah." Jun stood up and smiled at you. "Thanks."

     You snorted and stood up, setting the medicine on the ground. "For the bruise or the medicine?"

     Jun grinned. "What do you think?"

     You chuckled. "C'mere, you big dork."

     You pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

     When he pulled away, he grinned at you once again. "Well, thanks for that."

     You stifled a laugh and lightly punched his chest. "Moron..."

Soya Kazama

Warning: Swearing (just, like, one word)

*cough, cOUGH, COUGH*

Soya let out a dry retch and hit his head on his desk. "Fucking—" he coughed again.

You rubbed his back and placed a cup of chamomile tea with milk and honey on his desk. "Sweetie, could you take a break? You're sick."

     His face turned a light pink color from the pet name. It sounded like you two were married.

     "I have to finish—*cough*—the Captains' Report, so not yet." Soya took in a deep breath but only started a coughing fit.

You frowned, picking up the papers and rifling through them. You could hear your boyfriend try to protest through the flurry of coughs.

You squinted at the writing. "So..." you set it back on the desk. "You basically did nothing this week besides accidentally being pushed into the stream by Tachikawa?"

Soya scowled, annoyance written all over his face. His coughing fit had subsided and he was now drinking the tea you made for him, soothing his scratchy throat. He nodded, setting the cup down.

You sighed, cupping his face with one hand, tracing your thumb over his cheek. Soya's scowl dissipated and he leaned into your palm, eyes closed. He gave a little happy hum.

"Just... Take it easy, okay? I don't want you to stress yourself in order to finish your job. Take care of yourself first before you go and do whatever you do at Border, mhmm?"

"Yeah..." he murmured, eyes half-lidded. "Yeah, okay."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Toru Narasaka

Toru let out a noise that sounded like a frog's croak.

Apparently, Tachikawa had been pushing people into the stream this month. Toru had been enveloped by the always-freezing water, and swallowing a reasonable amount of it.

     Because he was terrible at swimming, he had to be dragged out by Kazama (who was surprisingly good at swimming) and had gotten hypothermia.

     You had taken him to your (currently empty) house and wallowed him up in blankets and pillows, giving him hot chocolate and warm food. You had made him ingest cold medicine and all-around took care of him like a mother.

     "Toru, are you comfortable?" You asked for the umpteenth time.

     He nodded. "I'm fine, thank you for asking."

     You flopped yourself on the couch next to him and wrapped your arms around his blanket burrito.

     He feebly tried to hug you back, but unfortunately couldn't, for the walls of the blanket burrito were too thick.

     Instead, he settled for a kiss. "Thank you for this, I really appreciate it."

You squeezed him a little tighter. "No problem, handsome. I love you~"

Toru chuckled.

"I love you too."

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Please tell me if I missed someone! I'm writing this on a bus going home, so...