A/N: yeah this one popped up outta nowhere. Gotta love random strokes of genius. This one's short though.

"Ouch."

"Sorry, Juudiame."

"You're fine, Gokudera-kun." An lightly injured Sawada Tsunayoshi was being escorted - dragged - to the school nurse. Apparently, the coach thought that since it was such a beautiful, sunny day that his classes should go outside for gym. The birds were chirping, flowers were blooming, bees were buzzing, an upperclassman was heard shouting 'EXTREME' in the distance, and the slight breeze that was blowing was perfect for what the coach had in mind...

Dodge ball.

Ah dodge ball; the hunting sport. every athletic kid's fantasy and every unpopular kid's nightmare. Tsuna didn't stand a chance.

"Hello, is the doctor in?" Tsuna asked as Gokudera slid open the door. There, sitting in all his perverted glory, was Shamal.

"Yes, who is-oh it's just you two." Shamal scoffed. Gokudera growled at the man while Tsuna stood awkwardly supported by his friend's arm.

"Injured again, Decimo? What was it this time?"

"Coach thought it would be a nice idea to play dodge ball today." the brunette spoke downcasted.

"Mm. You show up at my door a whole lot, you know" Tsuna suddenly became depressed by the statement.

"I'm glad that you consider me one of your regulars. Anyway I need treatment."

"That, my boy, sounds like a personal problem." Shamal snorted nonchalantly. Gokudera about yelled at the man until...

"Hayato, what are you doing here?"a feminine voice asked. All three males turned around to see Bianchi standing in the doorway. Gokudera immediately collapsed making it Tsuna's turn to hold him up.

"Bianchi~." Tsuna turned in a swift motion to catch Shamal flying at him beyond the speed of a human. Shamal all but tossed Tsuna and Gokudera to opposite sides of the room to get to the girl, slamming them both into the walls.

"Bianchi~."

"Stay away from me." So begins the chasing spree down the corridors.

"Ugh...all I ask is to be treated." Tsuna called out and then fell unconscious.

Treating the injured: You KNOW you're doing it wrong.