𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

₊· ͟͟͞͞ ➳ Princess Jimmy

The hospital hallway smelled faintly of antiseptic, and the squeak of rubber soles echoed as you and Daisuke made your way to Jimmy's room.
In Daisuke's free hand was a bouquet of slightly crushed flowers, the result of him nervously fiddling with them during the walk.

His other hand held yours firmly, his fingers entwined with yours as he led you up the stairs to Jimmy's room.

"This is so dumb,"
Daisuke muttered under his breath. "We're bringing flowers to a guy who probably wishes he could strangle us right now."

"It was Curly's request. Besides, it's the least we can do after... well, y'know, crushing his bones."
You smirked, squeezing his hand.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just get this over with."
Daisuke groaned, shifting the bouquet.

When you reached the door, you knocked gently.
Pushing open the door, you stepped inside to find Jimmy propped up in the hospital bed, his face twisted into an unimpressed scowl.

His right arm was suspended in a sling attached to some overhead contraption, while his torso was wrapped tightly in layers of plaster and bandages.
Both legs were elevated, encased in casts that made him look like he'd been through a cartoonish wreck.

When Jimmy noticed you and Daisuke enter the room, his face instantly turned red with anger, and his voice thundered through the hospital.
"GET OUT! LEAVE MY PRESENCE!"

You flinched, trying to stay calm.
"But—"

"LEAVE MY PRESENCE!"
Jimmy barked again, his eyes darting toward the door as if to shoo you out, given that his arms were currently immobilized.

Daisuke, ever unfazed, stepped closer with the slightly squished bouquet. "Look, man, we're here on Curly's request. Come on, Jimbo, take the flowers."

Jimmy's eyes slowly moved from the bouquet to Daisuke's face, utterly unimpressed.
"Flowers for me? Really?"

"Nah, they're for the crackhead at the gas station,"
Daisuke replied with a straight face.

"Daisuke!"
you hissed, nudging him hard in the ribs as you tried to hold back a laugh.

"Like these stupid-ass flowers are gonna fix this shit!"
Jimmy shouted, his frustration boiling over.

"Well, they're all you're getting," Daisuke said, ignoring him entirely as he unceremoniously plopped the bouquet onto Jimmy's heavily casted torso.

Jimmy groaned in outrage.
"Are you serious right now? I can't even move my arms! Get these damn things off me!"

You couldn't help but snort at the ridiculous sight of Jimmy glaring daggers at Daisuke, the colorful bouquet resting awkwardly on his chest.

Jimmy huffed, rolling his eyes.
"You two are infuriating. Just go already before I find a way to strangle you with my mind."

"Relax, Jimbo, just enjoy the flowers."

Daisuke smiled; he really thought he was helping.

Jimmy stared at the flowers resting on his casted chest, his face twitching in annoyance.
"You shouldn't have."

Both you and Daisuke exchanged glances, unsure if he was actually touched for once.
But Jimmy ruined the moment almost immediately by lifting his head slightly and sniffing the flowers.
"I mean really—you shouldn't have—"