Part two of Self-Inflicted. Picks up right where it left off.

Thanks to angellwings for helping me out at a couple of points.

Macy walked into the exam room, letting the door fall shut behind her. Kevin thought she looked upset. She walked towards him but stopped a few feet away, scared that she might injure Kevin further.

"Mace…" Kevin started.

"Kevin, I am so, so, so sorry about hurting you."

"Macy, it was an accident. I'm okay. It's not the first time I've been in the hospital because of—" Kevin cut himself off.

"You can say it you know. Because of me," she said sadly.

Kevin bit his lip. As true as that was, it wasn't completely her fault. He was the one that was actively trying to be injured by her. All so she could fuss over him. He didn't really think of it from her end. He leaned forward and tugged on her hand, pulling her close to him.

"That might be true…but I don't mind," he said softly.

"You're lying," Macy said, jerking away from him.

"Did my voice get all squeaky?" Kevin asked.

"N-no…" Macy said quietly.

"Then I didn't lie," he said simply.

"But you don't like getting hurt, so how can you not mind it when you end up in the freaking hospital because of me?"

"Because you take care of me afterward."

"Yeah, until the ambulance shows up."

"That was only once and you know it."

"But it was an ambulance, Kevin. An ambulance took you to the hospital because I gave you a concussion."

"Only because my car's a stick and you can't drive it."

"But—"

"Macy. Shut up. It's not all your fault that I keep getting hurt in your presence. It's…" he wanted to tell her the truth, that he liked being injured by her, but he thought better of it. "It's just some bad accidents of fate."

"Obviously, fate doesn't want me hanging out with you."

"Or maybe," Kevin said, firmly tilting her chin up so he could look at her, "Fate wants you taking care of me."

Macy made a tsk-ing noise and rolled her eyes. "Just because you're really good at making cheesy lines like that sound serious doesn't mean I'm going to believe you."

"What would it take then?" Kevin said somberly.

"I…I don't know. Something that makes me feel better?"

"I meant what I said earlier," Kevin said, smiling at Macy and squeezing her hand. "About liking it when you take care of me when I get hurt."

"But the school nurse and the doctor here take care of you…" Macy said with a blush.

"Yeah, but the nurse is old and the doctor's a guy."

"What are you saying?" Macy asked, blinking at him wide-eyed.

Kevin stifled a groan. Maybe he should just tell her the truth. "Macy…I uh…I need to tell you something," he said uncomfortably as he ran a hand through his hair.

Macy's expression went from wondering to scared in a matter of moments. "Go on," she said, sounding as if she really didn't want to hear what he had to say.

"I uh…I kinda…well…for the past couple of months now…I've been…I've been kind of letting you injure me on purpose. It's nice to have you freak out over me. You smell nice and you're nice to hug and you have pretty eyes and I like it when you put your hands on my face when I pass out…"

"I-I-I…uh…You…what?" Macy finally burst out. "You've been making me feel like a freak all this time because you have some weird S&M fetish?"

"What?" Kevin squeaked, his face turning red. "No," he cleared his throat, and his voice returned to normal. "I don't like the getting hurt part…that kinda sucks actually," he paused. "I told you. I like it when you take care of me."

Macy looked up at him hesitantly as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Well…when you say it like that…" she said softly. "I guess I don't mind too much."

Kevin smiled and took hold of her hand again. He hugged her to him and kissed the top of her head.

"I still think you're weird. If you wanted me to fawn over you, I could have. No injuries necessary."

"It's good to have an actual, valid reason for you to fawn over me…I'd look like a conceited rock star otherwise."

She snorted. "You are a conceited rock star. You couldn't have known that I was going to fall over myself trying to take care of you."

"As a conceited rock star, I think I know my fangirls. And I think I know that you would be the fangirl to fall over yourself to take care of me."

"You're impossible," Macy grumbled, pulling away and crossing her arms.

"And you're impossible not to kiss," Kevin said impatiently.

"Wha—?" Macy started to say before she was cut off by Kevin hauling her against his chest and crushing his mouth against hers. She wound her arms around his neck, leaning into the kiss while Kevin tightened his grip on her waist.

Neither of them heard the door swing open or the doctor walk in until he said "Okay, Mr. Luc—oh."

They broke apart, embarrassed and red-faced while the doctor hurriedly made apologies.

He cleared Kevin to leave and he and Macy left quickly, breaking into laughter once they made it outside the doors of the hospital.

Macy leaned against the brick wall of the building in an attempt to calm down. When her laughs finally subsided, she looked up at Kevin.

"So…about what happened back there…" she started.

"What about it?"

"Was that…was that real?"

"I certainly hope so."

"Did you mean what you said?"

"Very much so."

"Okay," Macy said with a nod. She took Kevin's hand.

"Okay?" Kevin asked.

"Okay."

"In that case…" he said, bending down towards her and kissing her once again.