"Get Aeris," Kaito pointed out. Sadistic as the bitch was, at least she would fix him up fast. There was no way in hell he was going to let himself be handled by some B grade Red Cross kid who would put him in a cast and prescribed 3 weeks' worth of fucking bed rest. There was a world of difference between being pampered and being taken care of. And hell if Kaito was going to let himself end up being the latter.
"And..." he cleared his throat. "Whatever that I've just told you...don't let Akira know."