Warnings: OOC, canon divergent, violence, mentions of injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of stitching a wound shut, mentions of gang violence, 0 medical accuracy
It all started with a dislocated shoulder, Ran’s hysteric meltdown and Rindou’s inability to flirt like a normal human being.
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3
“YOU ARE DYING! OH MY GOD, RIN, YOU’ll FUCKING DIE! YOU’LL DIE AND THEN I’LL HAVE TO BURY YOU AND WHO’LL PAY RENT WITH ME?” Ran screeched, his foot pushing the gas pedal to the floor, wildly swerving and almost causing at least 2 car crashes.
“Babe, I think he’ll be fine, it’s just a few scratches-“
“DON’T YOU ‘BABE’ ME KAKUCHO! HE’LL DIE! LOOK AT HIM! HE CAN’T MOVE HIS ARM!”
“I think my shoulder dislocated,” Rindou grunted from the backseat, eyes shut tight as he tried to ignore the dull pain in his shoulder and the warm trickle of blood falling down his side, staining the car seat red.
“Just hold in there, Rin, we’ll get you to a hospital soon.” Kakucho tried to comfort him, turning in his seat to pat Rin on the head.
“I’m fine, you’re overreacting,” Rindou mumbled, exhausted and just wanting to take a long, dreamless nap.
“YOU WILL DIE! OH MY GOD, MY BABY WILL DIE!”
“RAN FOR FUCK’S SAKE YOU’RE NOT MY MOTHER!”
“I RAISED YOU! YOU ARE MY CHILD!”
“Siblings.” Kakucho muttered under his breath, leaning back in his seat and praying to whatever God is out there that Ran doesn’t crash and actually kill them all.
Rin looked utterly miserable.
Kakucho truly hoped he’ll be fine.
Rindou was aware getting treated might be a little more problematic, being notable gang members and internationally wanted criminals and all that jazz, but seriously.
The nurses here were overreacting.
Leaned on Kakucho to prevent passing out from dizziness, Rindou listened with half an ear as Ran hurriedly explained the situation, almost tripping over his words, and just for a second, Rindou felt guilty for Ran having to worry so much in the first place.
The nurse nervously nodded, typing a number into her telephone as she gestured for them to wait.
“Doctor l/n? I need you here please, we have a patient with a seemingly dislocated shoulder, and some superficial cuts.”
Rindou couldn’t hear the response on the other side, but he did hear the opening and closing of one of the offices, before steady, quick steps approached them.
He glanced at the doctor, and almost wished he didn’t as heat spread over his cheeks.
The doctor was fucking hot.
They quickly stopped in front of the trio, politely smiling.
“Gentlemen, please follow me, my name is doctor l/n, I’ll take care of you tonight.”
Ran quickly pulled Kakucho and Rin to follow, all while trying to explain the same, somewhat modified, yet truthful version of the story he told the nurse.
“We got into a minor fight, but my brother fell awkwardly and we think he dislocated his shoulder, he can’t move his arm and he’s bleeding and-“ Ran sounded as if he was on verge of a panic attack, making another pang of guilt pierce Rin’s heart.
The doctor clearly could sense Ran’s distress too.
“Sir, please, I can promise you your brother will be fine, try to breathe for me right now please, it wouldn’t help anyone, least of all you, to have a panic attack right this moment. Please, come in. You can sit on these chairs, and you-“ The doctor pointed at Rindou, eyebrows raised, clearly in expectations of a name.
“Rindou Haitani.” He quickly muttered, already sitting down on the stretcher in the office, trying to avoid the doctor’s knowing gaze.
Why did they have to be so hot?
And why did Rindou have to be such a mess?
“Okay, mister Haitani, are you able to remove your shirt?”
“I- I don’t think so?”
“I’ll help.” Kakucho jumped in, to Rindou’s relief, carefully unbuttoning the suit vest and shirt Rindou was wearing underneath.
The cute doctor rolled their chair right next to the stretcher, carefully observing the bruise blooming on Rin’s right shoulder, before their eyes drifted to the cut.
It wasn’t too deep, but it will require stitches.
“Will he be okay?” Ran was standing right next to you, nervously biting the skin of his thumb as he tapped his foot against the floor.
“The shoulder is visible dislocated, but I would like to perform an X-ray just to be sure-“
“I don’t think that will be necessary,” Rindou cleared his throat, nervously avoiding everyone’s gaze, “My joints pop out of place all the time, usually I can just push them back into place after an hour or so but someone*-“ Rindou glared at his brother, “Panicked and forced me to come here.”
Your eyebrows furrowed.
“Your joints dislocate often?”
“Yes.”
“After which activities?”
“It just happens at random? Sometimes it happens if I sit down wrong or move my arm too suddenly.”
Nodding, the doctor gently led him to lay down on the stretcher, the skin of their palms warm against his own freezing one.
“How long has this been happening?”
“Since he was a child.” Ran quickly responded before Rin could as much as open his mouth, “I just assumed it was normal? Our father had a similar issue.”
“I see.” The doctor frowned, carefully taking hold of Rin’s arm.
Their eyebrows furrowed further.
“You have awfully smooth skin.” The doctor commented, chewing on their lip as they gripped his biceps and forearm to start setting it back into place, “Tell me if it hurts too much.”
Rindou felt heat spreading up to his ears, his gaze darting away from their movements.
“Um, thanks? I moisturise.”
Rindou wanted to kill himself.
That was the dumbest response he could have offered.
He heard Kakucho’s little snigger, and promptly sent him a glare letting him know to shut.
The fuck up.
“No, no, it’s not that. Even exceedingly well-moisturised skin wouldn’t be this smooth.” The doctor said, fully serious, their movements gentle and slow, “Say, sir, are you prone to bruising?”
“He is,” Ran jumped in again, “Bruises like a peach, has ever since he was a kid. The doctor said it was most likely anaemia.”
“I see. I will start pushing the joint back into place, let me know when to stop or when it hurts too much.”
Rindou nodded, holding his breath as the doctor started moving his shoulder.
A sharp pain sprung through his shoulder, making him grit his teeth, but he refused to say anything until he heard a familiar crack.
“Your pain tolerance is exceeding.” The doctor commented, letting go of his arm, and he almost whined at the loss of touch.
He contained himself, however.
That would have been fucking embarrassing.
He carefully tried moving it, sitting up as he only felt a familiar, dull pain go through his shoulder.
“Thank you so much. Um, could you also take care of,” Rindou pointed to the cut on his side, “This since I’m here.”
The doctor smiled politely, warmly, making Rindou’s heart skip a beat and more heat rush to his face.
God help him.
“Of course, but first, I have to ask you a few more rapid-fire questions, and you just tell me yes or no, okay?” The doctor said, getting out a notepad and a pen, clicking it open.
“Sure.”
“Tell me if you experience any of the following: wounds that are slow to heal?”
“Yes.”
“Wound leaving large scars?”
“Evidently.”
“Stretchy skin?”
“Yes? I think.”
“That’s alright. Hyper flexibility?”
“Yes.”
“Heartburn and frequent nausea?”
“Yes, but I take medicine for that.”
“Okay. Frequent joint pain?”
“Yes.”
“Fatigue?”
“Sometimes.”
“Okay.“ The doctor clicked their pen shut, glancing between him and the notes, “Sir, I think you may have EDS. I can’t stitch your wound, I’m afraid, your skin will likely tear, but I do have bandaids that are an alternative to proper stitches.”
“HE HAS AN EATING DISORDER?” Ran wailed, making everyone in the room jump, and Rindou could swear he saw tears forming in Ran’s eyes as he turned to Kakucho, “I knew it I shouldn’t let him work out with you, look what you’ve done! You’re ruining my chILD!” Ran was full on sobbing now, somehow getting ahold of a medicine magazine with which he was now beating defenceless Kakucho with.
The doctor looked mildly alarmed.
“Sir, please calm down. I didn’t say an ED, but EDS, fully called Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. It is a genetic disorder affecting connective tissues, making them looser and more fragile. I believe your brother has the most common form, hypermobile EDS. Getting it noticed by a rheumatologist, which I am, is usually enough for a proper diagnosis.”
“Oh.” Ran stopped beating his poor boyfriend half to death, looking at the doctor dumbfounded, “It is genetic? I PASSED IT TO HIM?!”
“RAN, FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME YOU DIDN’T BIRTH ME!”
“YES, I DID!”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
“So…” The doctor interrupted, now with a playful smile spreading on their face, “Would your mother over there approve of getting that closed up or not?”
Rindou was mortified.
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a/n: was this entire fic an excuse to write about my hc that Rindou has EDS? perhaps 😌 you can pry that hc out of my cold dead hands
Warnings: OOC, canon divergent, violence, mentions of injuries, mentions of blood, online stalking, intentional injury, mentions of gang violence, 0 medical accuracy
It all started with a dislocated shoulder, Ran’s hysteric meltdown and Rindou’s inability to flirt like a normal human being.
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3
“So…” Kokonoi started, sitting on the table next to miserable-looking Rindou, “What’s your problem?”
“I met a cute doctor and I don’t even know their name.” Rindou muttered through his hands tightly gripping his hair, tragedy written all over his face.
Kokonoi raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean? Didn’t it say their name on their name tag? Or in their office somewhere?”
“I didn’t look. I was busy drooling.” Rindou quietly admitted, letting his head fall to the table with a bang.
“You’re hopeless.” Kokonoi snickered, pulling out his phone, “Come on, lover boy, which hospital was it? Do you know what kind of doctor they are? Did you at least get a last name?”
“All I know is they’re a rheumatologist.” Rindou muttered against the table, “And I think it was Seibu General Hospital?”
“Mhm,” Was all Kokonoi offered, thumbs typing hard enough to crack his screen, “Okay, I found them.”
Rindou got his head off the table fast enough to give him whiplash.
“Y/n L/n, 26 years old, doctor of rheumatology and orthopaedics, graduated from Tokyo Medical University in 2018 with top grades and high honours, employed in Seibu General Hospital and often volunteering in homeless shelters as a physician. They were engaged in 2016 but broke it off due to unknown reasons. They have a pet cat called Bunny. No Facebook or Twitter, but I found their Instagram and e-mail. Give me 3 more minutes and I can get you their phone number, social security number and mother’s maiden name.”
“Kokonoi, what the fuck”.
Koko merely raised his hands in surrender.
“Some of us have to find people for a living, okay? Do you want that number or not?”
Rindou grimaced.
“What the fuck, no? I don’t wanna seem like a fucking creep, Koko.”
Kokonoi merely shrugged.
“Your loss.”
“What’s up, bitches?” Sanzu entered, dramatically laying down on the table, legs swinging and face inches away from Rindou’s.
“Rin has a crush on a cute doctor, I found out everything about them and he doesn’t want the number because it’s ‘creepy’ apparently.”
Sanzu hummed in thought.
“A doctor, you say?” He looked at Rindou now, his usually manic gaze now focused, “The one who fixed your shoulder and Ran called ‘an angel’?”
“Yes, that’s them.”
Sanzu hummed once more.
Before promptly roundhouse punching Rindou in the face, making him fall off his chair onto the floor.
“WHAT THE FUCK SANZU?!”
“Now you get to see your cute doctor.” Sanzu grinned, hopping off the table to peer at Rindou’s bleeding nose.
As Rindou blinked the tears away, his eyes widened, a lightbulb turning on in his head.
“Sanzu, you are a fucking genius.”
And that is how Rindou’s whole charade started.
“Hello, Mr. Haitani.” The doctor, y/n, smiled at him, making his tongue twist and legs shake, just a little.
“Hi, doc.” He grinned, stupidly, rubbing the back of his neck, “I came here, because of, well, this,” He pointed to his face, “But also to ask if there’s anything that can be done about… My condition?”
The doctor’s hands were warm as they gently moved his head from side to side, examining that the nose isn’t broken.
“Well, there is currently no cure for EDS, as it is genetic, but I can prescribe you some painkillers to help with the joint pain.”
He almost wanted to punch himself.
Of course there is no cure for genetic disorders, and he just made a fool of himself in front of you, and oh my fucking God he is a moron, you’ll hate him and he is just-
“Your nose is not broken, luckily. Would you still like that prescription?”
He blinked, snapping himself out of his stupid little pity party.
“Yes, I would like that very much.”
“Of course.” You smiled, “You are always welcome inside my office to ask questions or to seek help for any issues that may arise, Mr. Haitani.”
“Just Rin is fine,” He smiled, heat rising up his neck.
“Of course, Rin.” His name rolling off your tongue sounded like the most natural thing in the world, and he almost wanted to kiss you right then and there, but he contained himself.
“Let me put a bandaid on that cut for you.”
And he let you.
He walked out of your office with a bright pink Hello Kitty bandaid and a lollipop, grinning ear to ear and he never felt better.
This is the exact event where his streak of injuries, and Ran’s series of sleepless nights began.
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do i have a million fics to write and 500 pages of random law history to learn by wednesday?
yeah.
do i still wanna write a sickeningly sweet, fluffy as shit kakuran fic bc that ship doesn’t get the attention it deserves even though no one will read it?
