Death's Harvest | Komahina Fanfic

Chapter 30

WARNING: Minor swearing.
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Hajime looked nothing short of pissed when Nagito asked him to go to Mikan and ask for a wheelchair.

"Don't even think about working," Hajime growled when Nagito requested for the chair.

"I need to. It's my job."

"You're injured, Komaeda."

"You're just trying to stay away from Tsumiki, aren't you?"

"Don't you dare change the topic."

"What do you expect me to do then? Take a day off?"

"Don't expect me to carry you, because I'm not. You're going to stay here and rest, whether you like it or not."

Nagito glared at Hajime, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, his back aching when he did so.

"Then I'll walk myself."

"Komaeda, what-"

The Grim Reaper was off the bed before Hajime could stop him (as if he could anyway), his legs shaking as he stood up.

His thighs screamed in pain when his muscles worked to support his legs. He ignored the pain, but his legs couldn't take the stress and Nagito collapsed on his knees.

He almost tipped over hadn't it been for Hajime, who caught him before he fell flat on his face.

"I can walk. Let go of me." Nagito lied in a futile attempt to reassure Hajime.

The brunet furrowed his brows, helping Nagito back onto the bed.

"'I can walk' my ass." Hajime snapped irritably, forcing the albino back under the covers. "You just collapsed. You want it to be like that night when you overworked yourself?"

Nagito gave Hajime the silent treatment, eyes glued to the brunet's while he clutched the sheets.

Hajime threw his arms up in exasperation.

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be? Fine then. Suit yourself. I'm not moving even if you forced me to."

He sat down in the chair next to Nagito's bed, annoyance radiating off his body like waves.

"No, Izuru. I will not get him a damn wheelchair."

Izuru? Who was Izuru again- Oh.

Nagito had momentarily forgotten that Hajime's brother was stuck inside his mind.

"Why? I'll tell you why. No, stop trying to reason with me. He's not going to work again with those injuries."

Hajime fell silent temporarily, his eyes closed.

"Fine. Fine, I'll do that. It's not my fault if I die by her hands- Take him-him with me? You insane? No, don't take that as a fricking compliment... Okay, okay, just shut up. I'll do it. If this fails, you'll be the one saving me, alright?"

Hajime stood up hastily, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at Nagito.

"Well guess what? I'm getting you a damn wheelchair. Yipee."

He walked to the door, briefly turning around before he left.

"Don't you dare stand up when I'm gone. I expect you to be in the exact same position when I get back, got it?"

Nagito stuck out his tongue childishly, blowing a raspberry at Hajime.

"Seriously, don't. I'll have to tie you to the bed if you do," he growled.