An accident. That’s all it was, a slippery road in the middle of a thunderstorm. You’d tried your best, really, but some accidents can’t be avoided.

Your tires skidded across the road, sending you into the back of another car that was stuck in a pothole. Everyone in the car infront of you was fine, thanks to their brand new BMW, but your shitty beater didn’t hold up as well.

Now, here you are, in the hospital your husbands work at, a broken arm, a concussion, and nasty whiplash. You notice “Dr. Gojo” written on the chart at the end of your bed, and you sigh. Of course he fought to be the one to take care of you.

Thirsty, and aching, you hit the call button on the side of your bed, hearing the thing make a soft buzzing noise. In moments, your other husband, Suguru, enters your room, looking as gorgeous as ever in his purple scrubs.