"Um... you're not exactly wrong," the nurse said reluctantly.
At those words, Kakuzu clutched his chest, his face twisting in pain.
"Sir! What's wrong? What's wrong?!" The nurse froze in bewilderment for a moment, then hurriedly supported Kakuzu and questioned him.
"I... I... I'm having some chest pains..." Kakuzu struggled to say, his expression agonized.
"Ah, then why are you holding your stomach?" His pain looked genuine, so the nurse asked anxiously.
"I've got a few too many hearts... I can't cover them all... ugh..."
After forcing those words out, Kakuzu toppled stiffly to the floor and lay motionless...
"Doctor! Doctor! The patient's family member collapsed too!!"
"Fuck!"
In the hospital room that afternoon...
Mu and Kakuzu lay in the same room as fellow patients. Both leaned against pillows, wearing matching blue-and-white striped hospital shirts, and stared up at the ceiling with unreadable expressions.
"Why am I in the hospital?" Mu looked at Kakuzu beside him and broke the silence first.
"I brought you here," Kakuzu said without turning his head, still staring at the ceiling, his voice betraying no emotion.
"Why did you bring me to the hospital?! Do you have any fucking idea how much a hospital stay costs?!" On the verge of a complete breakdown, Mu sprang out of bed, marched over to Kakuzu's bedside, grabbed his hospital shirt by the collar with both hands, and roared furiously.
"Of course I do. But you've got money too, don't you?" Kakuzu said slowly.
"Why the hell did you save me?!" Mu wailed in anguish.
"You haven't paid off your debt."
"Aaaaah!" Just hearing the word money was enough to make Mu fall apart now.
"I brought you to the hospital, and I was so worried about you that I ended up getting admitted with you. We can