If it's the six time in the week that he arrives to the hospital it's normal by now, except that is only Thursday and this feels more like visits. “I fell off my motorcycle…” Itadori said with a chuckle. Yeah, his pants were ripped from the knees and with bruises but that bright smile, almost like it was nothing bad except for him being constantly injured just to come and be healed by you, which seems more like a personal nurse at this rate. He was sitting at the bed, waiting.