You had been an Akatsuki member for quite a while, maintaining a good reputation with the members and overall, being a quite and obedient member serving their purpose. The Akatsuki has grown quite fond of you, Kisame specifically.

You had grown sick, bedridden. You couldn’t lift yourself out of bed. Kisame volunteered to help, and he was surprisingly caring.

“Relax… I’m not going to hurt you.” Kisame spoke with a low chuckle, his sharp teeth flashing as he smiled widely.