He's always talking to someone when he's not in his room. He's good friends with everybody. His parents visit him daily as do mine. In fact, he's becoming friends to my parents.

He seems to be doing great.

Day 5

Iwaizumi and I start at one end of the unit that's at the far end of a long hallway, with our rolly chairs. I roll around the little place where nurses can sit and investigate.

"You're not allowed to touch that," Iwaizumi warns as I sit in the chair behind the computer. "You're rolling very low on perception," It's password protected so I moved on. "There ya' go," Again, I feel Iwaizumi's eyes on me. I roll around the little deserted area for nurses in boredom. I have to be here for at least 17 days. How am I going to survive?

"So... what are you into?" I ask casually. I'm terrible at making conversation.

"Volleyball. I like hunting too I guess. The Office isn't all that bad," he starts rolling down the unit using only the handrails that line the walls. I roll to the center of the hallway and turn around to push myself to keep up with him. Once I do we are almost to the end of the line of the handrails. He gives me a challenging look and pushes himself to the little table that we sit at after mealtimes. I get there a few seconds after him and almost run straight into the table.

"I'm into," I take a breath, "Volleyball too." I say with a smile. I can tell he's suppressing a smile. I wonder why... "got pretty unhealthy pretty fast though."

"Natsu! Natsu!" The same girl from the day before runs down the unit with a nurse yelling her name. I roll the chair out to get a better look at her. She throws the mask that was in her face onto the ground and continues running. Another nurse comes out of a room and picks her up.

"Natsu you need to have your mask on," the nurse says really nicely and gets one out of the dispensers. I roll back over to Iwaizumi and notice he has the cards again.

"No let's play a different game," I take out the jenga box from next to the table and next to the coloring books.

"Jenga?" He asks in disgust.

"What?" I ask and he lightly pushes the table and it wobbles back and forth. "Whatever, just don't wobble the table," I shrug my shoulders and start stacking the blocks. I got about halfway when a little hand comes up and knocks all the blocks down and sending a few on the floor. Loud laughing comes from the little girl who just knocked down our forming jenga tower. It was Natsu.

"NATSU!" A boy- with matching orange hair as the little girl- comes running over. "I'm so sorry," he apologizes and takes what I assume is his little sister away.

"It's fine," I say through my laughter. Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and smiles.

"I think that's a sign I should crush you in some Rumy," he bits his tongue and moves his eyebrows suggestively.

"Okay I guess," I push all the jenga blocks to the side so we would have room on the small table.

"You guys ready for afternoon snack," a nurse comes up to us right before we could start.

"Yes. Take me away from this cheater," I joke and move slightly away. I know Iwaizumi wouldn't be happy about me saying that.

"Shut up, Oikawa. I don't cheat," he says smugly as we get up to go to the mealroom. Iwaizumi's phone goes off; immediately his face falls.

"What's the matter?" I ask out of curiosity. Also I care about him. It sucks having this disorder (giant understatement). It's hard enough without outside sources making it worse.

"Just... a friend... of my ex. He's just talking to me about the Halloween thing at our school. All the Seniors dress up and it's always really exciting. He was just texting me about what my ex is dressing up as. We were going to be in like a couples costume. But," he bits his lip. "Right when I found out I have to come here... they... broke up with me," at this point we are sitting in the mealroom with out snacks. Oh god really? These stupid baked potato chips that taste like cardboard! Why can't we have the good stuff like Lay's?

"That's terrible," I exclaim. This is so horrible. I'm totally surprised he's sharing this with me. I'm practically a stranger.

"Yeah, they thought I was leaving them. They thought this whole thing was totally my fault. They have an eating disorder too so I have no idea why they thought that." I hear a lot of anger behind his words. It's scary. "Oh Yeah! They also said that I'm giving up on them. I would never give up on them. I just... love them too much," I widen my eyes. Wow... "Loved." He corrects himself.

"They seem like an ass to be honest." I say and take a sip of my juice and act like it's tea. Why? Iwaizumi had no choice. It was life or death. They should have been so happy for him to have this opportunity for recovery so soon. I don't say anything though. I don't want to overstep any boundaries.

"Yeah... I feel like they never really cared for me at all..." he gets really really down suddenly.

"I can't speak for them," I start slowly not exactly sure where I'm going. "I care about you," he looks up suspiciously through slightly cloudy eyes. "I know we are practically strangers but... I care." He looks me up and down to see if I'm lying. I'm not. I do care. He's made my hospital experience so far pretty enjoyable. If he were to leave right now; I would genuinely miss him.

"Thanks," he looks down to his food which is pudding and crackers. What the hell? Why couldn't I have gotten that! Stupid gross chips with a slimy cheese stick.

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"FINALLY A GAME I'M GOOD AT!" I push off the wall and roll around in my rolly chair in the unit celebrating.

"I never really played Bananagrams," Iwaizumi shrugs and starts to pick up the game. I stick my tongue out and start slowly nearing the long hallway. Suddenly, I take off down it. Immediately Iwaizumi takes this as a challenge and goes after me. Our feet slip and slide. I give up for a second to just scoot but after almost flipping backward I decided to go back to what I was doing. I tried grabbing onto the handrails and using my feet.

"Haha!" I yell going down the hallway faster than him. Let's be real we can't go that fast due to how much we slip with our socks and we might run into a nurse or patient or trash can. Eventually, we make it down to the double doors leading out and to a small foyer and finally to 8 North and the elevators. "I win! That's two games in a row!" I smile and laugh.

A real smile.

A real laugh.

Everything before was fake or out of anxiety.

It's nice.

"You're smile..." he mumbles examining me.

"What?" I ask taken back.

"It's different... I like it it's more genuine." He says looking completely serious. "You should do it more often." He smirks and backs his rolly chair away to put it back and walk to his room. I sit shocked.

"Wait, what?" I say way too late.

He seemed fine.

"Seemed" is the keyword.

In reality, he's trying desperately to get over someone he once loved.

I decide I'm going to help him.