A/N: So, I guess I lied when I said "next week would be the last chapter," because apparently, this isn't the last chapter! People started requesting things, and well, I don't like to leave people hanging. So maybe there will be two and or three more chapters.

title: healing
rating: t
themes: needles, nurse Momoi

Aomine's fear of bees was known to all of the Kiseki members. They enjoyed teasing him about it, and it irritated the basketball ace to no end. The worst situation had been when Kuroko had lied to Aomine that there was a bee in his hair. Aomine had spent the next ten minutes sprinting around the gym, cursing and yelling at them all to get the bee off of him.

However, what they didn't know was that Aomine also had a fear of needles. It was the closest possible identical thing to bee stings. After being stung by a bee as a child, he dreaded going to the doctor, primarily because of the possibility of needing a shot.

It was a bit amusing to Momoi, especially since she was the only one who knew about this certain fear. She had spent the last few years accompanying him to the doctor, just to put him at ease. His mother had found that Momoi was quite effective in soothing him. But of course, just her presence enough wasn't enough to cease his fear of needles.

"I don't want it! It'll hurt more than a bee sting!" An eight year old Aomine cried out, holding his hands out. The nurse gave his mother a look of both amusement and uncertainty, which his mother returned with a knowing smile.

"Daiki-san, it won't hurt that much. It'll only be a tiny pinch, I promise," the nurse told him, smiling gently. Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, and Aomine's mother swiftly reached over to put her hands on his shoulders.

"Daiki-kun, you're brave aren't you? Look, Satsuki-chan is here. Everything will be okay," she said, pointing over at the pink-haired girl, who was gazing at her childhood friend with a look of concern in her eyes. Aomine reluctantly glanced over at her, ashamed at the fact that he had almost burst out crying.

"Then…Satsuki, come here and let me hold your hand," he commanded. The eight year old Momoi nodded as she trotted obediently over to him. His cheeks reddened as he grabbed onto her hand. The girl giggled, smiling fondly at him.

"Okay, Daiki-san, I'll do it now, okay?" The nurse said gently. She gingerly rubbed Aomine's upper arm with a wipe before holding up the syringe. Aomine gulped nervously, watching the needle in anticipation.

His grip on Momoi's hand tightened considerably and his eyes squeezed shut as the needle pressed into his skin. After a few seconds, the needle came out, and the child let out a deep breath.

"Are you okay, Dai-chan?" Momoi questioned seriously, staring up at her friend with wide, dark pink orbs. He laughed shortly as he squeezed her hand. "Yeah. …Thanks," Aomine replied gratefully.

"You'll be even more brave next time, won't you, Daiki-san?" The nurse inquired, beaming as she placed a band aid over where the needle had punctured his skin. Aomine grinned, nodding triumphantly.

"Yeah!"

000

"S-Sastuki, don't do this to me," Aomine pleaded, shuddering as he watched her. The girl whipped around, glaring lightly at him. She placed a hand on her hip.

"Dai-chan, do you have to do this every time?" Momoi asked haughtily, sighing. He gulped. He knew that he had an appointment at the clinic today to receive a shot. What he didn't know was that it would be Momoi giving it to him. That was probably the last thing he wanted.

"Momoi, what's taking so long?" Midorima demanded as he walked into the room. Aomine's brow twitched.

"Oi, Midorima! At least knock first," he exclaimed, glowering at him. Midorima rolled his eyes, promptly ignoring his declaration. His gaze fixed back on the pink-haired girl, who was currently holding up a syringe. The needle glistened at the tip, and Aomine felt a chill run up his spine.

"There are many patients waiting outside," Miodrima told the girl, flickering a threatening stare over at Aomine as he shifted his glasses up. Momoi nodded.

"Sorry, Midorin. Someone's being a bit difficult," the pink-haired girl bit out, walking towards Aomine.

"Well, just get him over with," the green-haired doctor instructed before shutting the door. Momoi smiled over at Aomine, who was slowly beginning to inch away. She held up the syringe.

"This'll only feel like a tiny pinch, sir," she told him, smiling playfully. His face visibly paled by a few shades. Momoi rubbed Aomine's upper arm with a cleaning wipe and then slowly leaned forward and tenderly gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"I can't hold your hand while giving you the shot, but I hope that will make you brave, Dai-chan," Momoi said, smiling. He sighed before nodding reluctantly.

"Alright. Give it to me," Aomine commanded, offering her his arm. She held onto his arm, lifted up the needle, and then poked it into his skin. He flinched slightly as she pushed onto the syringe. After all the fluid had been pushed in, she placed the syringe in the disposal container and went to retrieve a band aid.

Aomine let out a long sigh as he leaned back. That hurt, he thought.

"I don't know why you get so scared every time, Dai-chan," the pink-haired girl told him, giggling as she applied the basketball-patterned sticker out the wound. He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he glanced over at her. Instinctively, his eyes loomed over her chest area, and then trailed over her exposed thighs.

"…Did I ever tell you that you look really hot in your nurse uniform?" Aomine bluntly blurted out.

"No, but I suppose it's nice to know," Momoi replied, already very used to his compliments, whether they were vulgar or not. She reached out for the doorknob, and squeaked in surprise when she found herself being pulled back by the arm. Her back collided into Aomine's waiting chest. A large hand rested on her thigh, and she shivered.

"Dai-chan, I'm working right now," the pink-haired girl reminded him in an irritated tone. He turned her around so she could face him, and placed his hands on her waist. His expression was pouty, and nearly child-like.

"I should get a reward for getting a shot, shouldn't I? I didn't complain as much," Aomine pointed out stubbornly. Momoi glanced nervously over at the door, as if Midorima would storm in at any moment.

"W-well…" That hesitation was enough permission in his eyes, and Aomine immediately dipped his head down and captured her lips, while slowly unzipping the uniform at the back.

000

"What's taking them so long?" Midorima muttered to himself as he strode over to the room, glaring all the while. Again, without knocking, he angrily turned the doorknob and burst into the room.

He very much wished he hadn't.

A/N: …Poor Midorin.