Kento Nanami | Medical Attention
A tired yawn escaped your lips as you sped down the highway, the red light atop of your vehicle flashing in time with its blaring alarm, disturbing the cold blue peace of the early morning atmosphere. Early calls had become somewhat of a regular routine for you. This one was no different from the others aside from the fact that it was halfway across Sendai meaning you'd have a field day getting back to the nearest hospital later on thanks to morning traffic.
You pulled up to an abandoned looking building, the police had already shown up and appeared to be gathering information from the victims by the looks of it. After gathering your handheld medical bag you hop out of the truck and make way to the police, catching their attention as soon as you step out. An officer who looked to be the chief came up with an unreadable expression, giving you a short nod before looking towards a man in the distance. Your eyes follow him as you take in your victim's appearance. Tall blonde with disheveled hair, and bloodied clothes clashing with his business professional attire. Despite the blood seeping through his shirt on his side he seemed calm, leaning against the side of the building staring right back at you. On instinct you look away and focus on the officer, hair raising on the back of your neck from being caught staring.
“We got a 28 year old male with an abdomen wound, he is conscious and coherent but he refuses medical help so good luck.” He shook his head as he stared at the tall blonde man a few feet away before speaking again.
“He's dodgy with our questions about exactly what happened, think you can get him to talk?” The officer finished with a hopeful tone.
You nod and adjust your grip on your medical bag. “I’ll see what I can do.”
The cool morning breeze brushed the hair out of your face and calmed your nerves as you headed towards the man, offering a smile once you got close enough to see the tiredness in his eyes.
“Hi, my name is y/n. I'm with the Sendai medical emergency team. What’s your name sir?” You introduced yourself by making eye contact with him occasionally as you placed your bag on the floor, opening it and preparing a few items.
“Kento Nanami. I don't need your medical assistance- just a ride to the nearest hospital.” His words come out in a deep sigh, either from irritation or exhaustion, either way he completely ignored the helpful tone that you came in with. You meet his gaze as he looks down at you, readying bandages and a breathing mask.
“I understand your resistance Nanami but from the looks of it you're suffering from a deep laceration on your right side which can lead to intensive bleeding as you can already see spreading on your shirt. I’m here to stop that bleeding so you don't pass out and or die. You already look a little pale.” I try to reassure him with another smile, pulling gloves over my hands.
“Your concern is noted but I can assure you this is unnecessary.”
“Listen, I need you to trust me. I doubt a business man such as yourself has an inkling of how to address a wound like this. Now may I please remove your shirt, sir.” You respond with a quickness, dropping your smile entirely and giving him a hard stare. He blinked a few times, taken aback at your retort. He gave an eye roll and let his hand drop from where he was holding his injury
“Do as you must.” He huffed leaving you to unbutton his shirt. As you worked down each button more and more of his toned stomach was exposed to you. You winced at the sight, not wasting a second as you worked to close the wound. He should not look this good while bleeding out. Your eyes darted from his exposed stomach to his face which had somehow lost the little color it had from when you first got there.
“If you feel like you're going to pass out, tell me. Can you tell me what happened?” You hoped that asking him questions would not only help him stay conscious but it would give you info like the officer had asked. Nanami hissed when you applied pressure to soak up the blood which you whispered an apology for.
“I was attacked on my way home. I’m fine otherwise.”
“By a rabid animal?” You raise a brow as you begin wrapping a roll of bandages around his stomach.
“Not an animal, a person.” Nanami answered, making your eyebrows knit together. He was no help with giving details which meant he was lying and doing horribly at that.
“Your shirts cut jaggedly where the injury is and so is the skin around it. Unless they had a fucked up knife I doubt that.” You finished wrapping the bandage and quickly packed up your medical kit, grabbing it with one hand and using the other to gently place it against his bandages.
“Can you make it over to the ambulance?”
“I’ll manage. I must admit your medical Approach is… unconventional.” He slowly lifts himself, using the wall to support his weight before walking towards the ambulance with a slight limp.
“I’m sorry if I was short with you but I’m not too keen on my patients refusing medical service when they obviously need it. Here-” You reached the back of the ambulance and opened the door, climbing and extending a hand out for him to grab onto. He refused your hand and instead pulled himself in by the other door handle, wincing at the way he had to get in. Handsome and Stubborn.
“Could’ve avoided that. Don't mess up those bandages, buckle in and hang tight.” You assure him before shutting the back doors of the ambulance. Somehow you managed to find the officer you spoke to earlier, jogging up to him with a sympathetic smile.
“Sorry sir, I wasn't able to get much out of him. But something’s not adding up. His injuries don’t necessarily match what he said happened.” The officer nods and kisses his teeth.
“So you noticed too then. I’m sending one of mine with you on the way to the hospital. It’s a bit of a drive and still no suspect so we’re taking every precaution we can.” His words made your nerves spike, worry evident in your face. He didn’t seem like a dangerous individual but with all the recent “incidents” happening in Sendai it makes sense…
“Ma'am?” The man speaks, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Sorry, sounds good. Thanks for your concern.”
“No need to worry.” He ended the conversation by calling his colleague over, a younger gentleman with an eagerness to come with you. On the way back to the ambulance the young man took the opportunity to introduce himself and ask you about 20 questions all in the span of one minute. Irritation itched at the back of your brain, eager to get this over with now that you had extra company. Once you made it into the driver's seat the chief officer's words rang in your ears. You glance back to check on Nanami who to your surprise was seated perfectly still and looking right back at you.
“We’re heading out now, should be an easy drive. Sit back and relax til we get to the hospital. Holler if you need me.” He only hums in response at your words, his eyes darting to the officer before giving a deep sigh. The drive is anything but enjoyable, with the officer yapping in your ear about his personal life and a few questions about yourself it feels more like an awkward date.
“So uh do you have a boyfriend? A young thing like yourself must be taken.” The officer’s sudden question earned a long moment of silence. From the back you hear Nanami inhale and open his mouth as if to say something. You speak quicker than he can.
“No. I don’t. Asking me a question like that while on the clock is highly unprofessional, I doubt your chief would be proud to hear that your mind is stuck on a relationship rather than protection.” You reply sharply with your clenched hands adjusting on the wheel. A deep chuckle sounds from the back making the officer deflate and shut his mouth for the remainder of the ride.
You hear nanami’s voice from the back, “Well said.”
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You follow a nurse through a winding corridor, the scent of antiseptic hanging thick in the air. Nanami is seated in a gurney, being pushed by a pair of techs chatting quietly about something mundane. He looks so out of place here—this clean-cut salaryman with blood still staining his blouse and a bandage wrapped around his torso like it belongs there.
You shouldn’t still be thinking about him. He’s a patient, and this is just another call. But the way he stared at you in the rearview mirror like he could read every thought you didn’t say? Yeah. That’s been on loop in your mind since the ride started.
“This is where I leave you.” You tell him as the gurney slows near an open exam room. You’re not really supposed to linger, but something keeps your feet planted there beside him. Nanami glances up at you. His eyes are tired, heavy-lidded, but alert in that focused way that makes you feel like you're being evaluated.
“Thank you… I wouldn’t mind if you happened to be the one treating me again.”
Your brows lift slightly. Is that a joke? His face is unreadable, but you catch the tiniest twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth. You search for something to say, but everything feels too much or too little. So you just nod, lips curving slightly.
“Try not to make a habit of it,” you murmur. “But next time, maybe let me help you before you start bleeding out.”
Nanami gives a small exhale—almost a laugh. Almost. Then the techs start moving again, pushing him the last few feet toward the exam room. You turn, already halfway down the hall before you risk looking back. And when you do, he’s watching you, that unreadable expression still lingering.
You shake your head, forcing yourself to focus. Just a call. Just a patient.