(sooo this is basically an au where ~~Jimmy~~ saved him and Swansea didn't put him out of his misery so they didn't beef the only difference is Anya is still dead and ~~Jimmy~~ and Swansea probably got some tension)

An empty bottle of mouthwash was knocked over, cap off right by Daisuke's head on the pillow. Jimmy had brought some after remembering how Anya said it could work as disinfectant, and you just hoped she was right. There was a gash across his chest from crawling around in a vent when he shouldn't have, nearly killing him. Swansea and Jimmy stayed for a while to make sure he's alright, but eventually ran off to do their own thing. Swansea, probably drink until he passes out, and Jimmy to probably pretend he's important around here.

You couldn't bare to leave, staying sat by Daisuke's side the whole time. Every few minutes you'd press your hand to his neck or wrist for a pulse, or watch his chest to make sure he was still breathing and that the stitches were intact. You didn't have time to clean the blood around the floor, nor did you want to move Daisuke out of the way and risk further agitating his wound. For however long it was, you waited. Eventually, falling asleep with your back against a wall, sat by his side.

You were pulled out of your light slumber at the sound of a groan, then shuffling. You opened your eyes, assuming it to be one of the other two—but no one was in sight. You looked down to Daisuke, just to see him with a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes. He's awake! He tried to sit up, only to quickly lay back down with a grunt, likely feeling the pain. He looked at his chest, slightly dazed but able to understand that there is, or was, an injury there, now having a choppy stitching and bandaging job over it, clearly fixed in a rush. He blinked, trying to help his eyes adjust to the dull lighting in the ship. You sat there, not wanting to surprise him, but also a little excited that he was awake and even better, alive—though worried. He was probably in pain.