If do-overs were allowed in life, Maki would have requested one for the past day she'd had to live without hesitation. She'd suffered through a lot doing assassin work, from surprise attacks to thinking she was going to die with a blade brushing against the skin of her neck, but nothing compared to what she'd gone through during what should have been an innocent night at the theater. It had been Kaito's idea to go on the date in the first place, him beyond excited to watch the latest space movie that had just hit screens, and as much as she didn't care for the dark, loud setting of the movie theater she didn't want to deny him something so innocent and harmless.
Had she known that they wouldn't be going home that night after the movie, or even watching the whole film, she would have put her foot down and denied his date night idea. But she wasn't gifted with being able to see the future, and hindsight was always twenty-twenty; there was no taking back what she'd managed to cause there in the theater, no matter how much she wished she could. She sighed, leaning back in her seat and running her hand over her forehead, which thankfully seemed to be relatively normal, despite the hard fall she'd taken when the panic of someone being in the theater with them had invaded her mind. It wasn't rational what she'd done, jumping up to her feet in a hurry and trying to climb over Kaito to get out of the area as fast as she could, but his reaction to her sudden movement hadn't been necessary either.
All she knew was that when he pulled her down, she retaliated by flipping herself over him, and despite her small stature she was able to throw him out of his seat with ease. When she hit the floor she'd managed to slightly bump her forehead and bruise one of her arms, and that was her getting out of the situation easy. Kaito, by virtue of being thrown by a trained assassin, hit the wall of the theater hard and fell to the floor on his head, which would have been bad enough except he landed precariously at the top of the stairs leading down to the ground level, and before anyone could react to what had transpired he began falling down those, only stopping when his legs ended up properly underneath him. But by then the damage had been done, and he was left sitting there, dazed and entirely unaware of what had just happened to him, until the theater lights came on and he and Maki were both escorted outside, banned from entering once again for life.
By the time they were standing outside of the glass doors leading back in, it was clear that something wasn't right with Kaito, based on how he was severely hobbling and grimacing with every step as he walked, but Maki was too ashamed of what she'd done to ask him anything about it. Instead, she simply accepted that she needed to take responsibility and get him looked at, afraid she'd concussed him in her panic and that he was going to pass out and die if she kept him without care. While that was, in fact, something she'd done to him, what was equally concerning was that he'd managed to fracture both lower leg bones in one leg, and slightly sprained the ankle on the other, and he couldn't recall how any of it had happened to himself.
Maki was mortified when she heard the specific diagnosis of her boyfriend's ailments, but she couldn't admit to him or anyone that she'd been the one responsible for them, because she knew that doing so would result in her being arrested or in some form of legal trouble. She'd refused to be checked out by the medical experts that night, but by morning when she'd found herself with an aching head despite no visible lumps she had her own problems looked at just to be told that she seemed fine, that she just needed to rest and everything would be okay.
Sleep was hard to come by with the way her head was throbbing, but she eventually found herself drifting into it, thoughts of how she would have changed what happened being the last and first things she remembered to bookend her sleep. Since she wasn't injured enough to warrant her own stay in a hospital bed, that sleep was attained in an uncomfortable chair in the room with Kaito, him completely unaware of what was going on around him long before she'd found herself able to drift off. He was back to reality before her as well, patiently waiting for her to wake up before he was attempting to kick his legs at her, one wrapped tightly in bandages and one merely splinted. "Hey there, Maki Roll!" he called when he saw her beginning to stir, her eyes shooting open immediately at the sound of his chipper voice. "When'd we get here? I don't remember leaving the theater last night, did something happen while we were watching the movie?"
"We can call it that," she replied, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand. All she could think about was the fact that she'd done that to him, she'd caused him to sustain these injuries, and for what reason? Because she'd thought someone had been there to harm them while they were on their movie date, and him trying to calm her had done the exact opposite? "We'll have to go back sometime and finish watching it, if you want."
"Nah, I'm good with just catching it on TV or something, it wasn't that good…well, what I remember of it, anyway!" He laughed, a happy sound in such a desolate place, and it was enough to bring a smile to Maki's face, albeit a tiny one. "Bet you're not gonna tell me what happened to me, huh?"
Just as quickly as he'd made her smile, he'd caused her to go right back to frowning, unamused at his immediate jump to try and find things out. "I'd love to, if I remembered what happened myself," she lied, biting her tongue to keep herself from adding anything unnecessary to the statement. "I'm better off than you are, clearly, but it's not like I know what happened to us either."
"Guess that's fair, can't expect you to answer all my questions all the time." Shrugging off her rejection, Kaito once again tried to kick his feet, but his face contorted into a pained expression due to one (or both) of his legs. "Geez, whatever happened to me could've done better to miss the legs, I need those to get around. You're gonna have to start working out a bunch, Maki Roll, 'cause I'm gonna need you to carry me around everywhere!"
"I think I can handle that anyway," she told him, thinking about how she'd had to more or less carry him into the hospital after the intensity of his injuries had gotten to him the night before. That wasn't something she'd admit to remembering, nor was it something she was going to ask him about, so she pushed the memory away and tried to move on. "How long have you been awake? Has someone come in to see you?"
"Never slept," he replied, a prideful tone to his voice. "Wasn't allowed to, 'cause of my head getting hit or whatever, I don't know. They kept coming in and drugging me up and telling me I couldn't fall asleep, so I just kinda…stared at you all night." If looks could kill, the glare that Maki shot at him for the way he said that would have made Kaito slump over in that bed, but she wasn't going to be able to do more damage to him with just her eyes. "Don't worry, I wasn't thinkin' anything weird. Actually, I don't think I was really thinkin' anything at all, I don't even know how I remember what I was doing."
"Well let's hope that you don't have to do it again." Her glare faltering as she heard the door to the room open up, Maki let herself go silent while the nurse entered to tend to her patient's needs, which were not as bad as they could have been, given the extent of his injuries. Sure, he had a leg with two broken bones in it, but they weren't completely snapped, just slightly fractured, and the medical team seemed to believe that those would heal faster and stronger than his other ankle did, but because both legs were injured he'd be stuck unable to walk for a few days. That was acceptable, though, due to his slight head injury that required him resting more than anything else, and to combat the immense guilt she felt for what had happened Maki was not going to let him do anything but follow the strict doctor orders he was given.
When he was discharged the following day, being kept another night just to make sure his concussion wasn't worse than it seemed, those strict orders were almost immediately disregarded as he reached for the crutches they gave him to use after the first week, trying to walk himself out of the place. Maki nearly had to tackle him to get him to stop, as her telling him several times didn't do a thing—if there was one thing Kaito was, it was incredibly insistent that he knew what he was doing that was best for himself. He complained the whole time about having to be wheeled out of the hospital, he complained that Maki was having to drive him home, he complained twice as loud when she was carrying him up to the small apartment he lived in, and once he was there and had the crutches within reach again he was trying to grab them to get himself around the apartment.
As much as she wanted to let her boyfriend learn the lesson of overworking himself, Maki couldn't allow for him to further injure either of his legs. "If that's how you're going to be, I'm going to stay here and keep an eye on you," she threatened, but the threat was lost on Kaito. After all, he saw his girlfriend offering to stay with him as a bit of a victory, and now that he knew it was on the table he was going to do whatever he could to get her to follow through with the threat.
What transpired over the coming week was exactly what was to be expected: Kaito constantly tried to show that he was stronger than it seemed, and Maki had to keep putting him in his place however she could. The crutches were the biggest point of contention, a temptation that he was failing to resist and that she was refusing to hide out of sight simply because she didn't want to find him stumbling around in a splint and a cast looking for where she'd hidden them. His apartment may have been small but it certainly was large enough for him to cause more damage to himself if given the chance.
After a week the fun and games ended, as he was allowed to begin walking on the sprained ankle as needed, but he couldn't put any weight on the broken leg until he had it looked at again. That didn't mean that Kaito suddenly didn't want Maki around anymore, as he'd found himself a bit spoiled on his girlfriend's company and even though he could move as he wished with his crutches he didn't want her to make him fend for himself. On the other hand, Maki was beyond tired of babysitting him and was ready to go back to her own place and her own life for a little while. The moment she tried to leave for the first time, he chased her down as fast as he could on those crutches and attempted to swat her with one to get her to reconsider, but all that accomplished was him losing his balance and falling into the wall, catching himself last-second and swearing up and down he was okay.
She'd done this to him, she reminded herself, and if he didn't want her leaving then she supposed that she could stick around to keep him in line. All it was doing was adding time to the list of time she'd request a do-over on.
A/N: I've been kind of waiting to see if I got more requests for Bad Things Happen Bingo before I started posting the things I'd written, but honestly I don't think more will come in until people see how serious I am about doing this! you can find the full bingo card on my tumblr (which is on my profile)!