(Descriptions of wounds and Mentions of pee. It's not freaky tho, obviously)

To avoid triggering Yamaguchis fear of blood, they made sure to place him far away enough from any grotesque wounds.

He opted to keep the cloth over his eyes, anxiety twisting in his stomach at the thought of seeing blood.

Tsukishima was next to him, grabbing a limp and pale hand and squeezing it tight.

Takeda was calmly walking over, having cleaned up any blood on his body from treating wounds. He smiles at Yamaguchis, who blinked up at him almost emotionlessly.

"Yamaguchi," He started calmly, "I'm gonna have them roll you over so I can check for any spinal separations. Is that alright?"

"Yes, Sensei..." He mutters quietly.

Iwaizumi and Daichi had both walked over, preparing to roll him over, along with Tsukishima and Takeda.

"Be sure to keep his back as straight as possible." Takeda instructs, to which the three teens nod.

Tadashi couldn't feel when they put their hands on his body, save for a soft pair of hands on his face to steady his neck, but he soon found his face pressed against the cold floor.

"I know it seems uncomfortable," Takeda called, "but please bear with it."

He could feel someone stroking his hair, presumably Tsukishima. He could hear the quiet 'hmms' from Takeda, but again, he couldn't feel anything.

Pretty soon, he found himself rolled back on his back, the cloth over his eyes.

"I didn't seem to feel any separations." Takeda informed with a slightly more cheerful tone, "It might either be a fracture or a bruise. Although I am not a professional, so don't take my word for that."

It didn't make Yamaguchi feel any better about his situation.

The feeling of nothing from his neck down, the illusion of a touch unfelt by his nerves yet seen perfectly with his own eyes, the inability to move even the slightest inch.

However, he gives a half-hearted smile to his undoubtedly exhausted Sensei, "Thanks, Sensei..."

Standing, the teacher gives a small bow before hurrying away. Daichi and Iwaizumi also went their own ways, leaving Tsukishima and Yamaguchi by themselves in the corner of the area.

Tsukishima sighs heavily as he sits next to the pinch server, dragging a hand down his face in a tired and stressed manner. He looks back to the shorter, seeing the way his lips held an imperceptible tremble. His eyes were covered, but Tsukishima bet that if he were to take it off, his eyes would be wet with the incoming onslaught of tears.

Wordlessly, he leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. His eyes trailed over Yamaguchis body, checking for other injuries. His eyes barely paused as he saw a darkening patch grow in the crotch of the boys shorts.

'Loss of bladder control is a sign of paralysis...' He thought with a thick swallow. He truly didn't want it to be true, and didn't want his love to be bed-bound, having to use a catheter and fed through a tube his whole life. It truly was a miracle his lungs didn't stop functioning, otherwise his condition would be much dire.

Yamaguchi didn't notice, of course, but Tsukishima was quick to discreetly press a towel down to collect any wetness without moving him.

"Tsuki, I'm scared..." Yamaguchi whispered, and the sound of his broken voice made the blondes small, tiny, cold heart clench.

"It's alright to be scared," He murmured, "In fact, I'm pretty sure there isn't a person here who isn't scared..."

Yamaguchi let out a shuddering breath, and Tsukishima took that as a sign to toss the towel away and curl up carefully next to him. With a sigh, he lifted a hand to carefully stroke the other's hair.

"I'll be here for you..."

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"Asahi," Nishinoya huffed, "Don't be such a baby. It's not that deep."

"Noya, don't make his pain seem insignificant."

The mentioned ace of Karasuno whimpered as Takeda wrapped a rather big cut on his forearm. He has glass in his arm, and it was easily removed before Takeda wrapped it, "Nishinoya, he will likely require stitches. He is far from unsubstantial just because it's not that severe."

Noya frowns, looking at Asahi as the taller man smiles weakly at his sensei, "I didn't mean for it to sound that way. I'm sorry.."

Asahi kisses his forehead, "Its fine..."

Nishinoyas eyes shift to look at his underclassman, who lay unconscious against Hinata, and then to Akaashi, and then finally to Osamu, "It's just... It feels wrong to complain about our injuries when they... they're going through so much worse..."

Takeda hums solemnly and ruffles Noyas hair, "I understand what you mean, but no wound is insignificant."

"I understand.. I'm sorry..."

Takeda smiles, "You don't need to apologize again. On that note, do you think any one of you have a phone in working condition?"

"I left mine in our room." Ennoshita said with a shake of his head, slowly petting the side of Tanaka's head who seemed to be sleeping peacefully at this point. Takeda had given him the ok to take a nap, "It's probably destroyed at this point."

"Mine was in my sports bag." Kinoshita wheezed, clutching his chest, "Most likely crushed."

"I have an Raketu phone, sensei." Noya quipped, "It's supposed to be indestructible, so there's a chance it hasn't been broken."

Takeda hums, "Do you think you could find it? We need to see if we can call for help."

"Of course, you can count on me sensei!" Noya grins wildly as he stands up. He gave Asahi a final hug, "Don't try and stand up, dummy. I saw you limping, so I know you hurt your leg. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Asahi chuckles nervously, "Just be safe, Nishi."

Nishinoya then bounded off, leaving Takeda to look at Asahis ankle.

~~~~~

Akaashi shivered.

He was cold.

Really, really cold.

He felt like he had been dunked in icy water and left to dry in Antarctica.

And he was exhausted.

Extremely so.

And the pain.

It hurts so bad.

He could feel his skin stretch around the pole, and feel the way that it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

Shallow breathes it was.

No, he wasn't impaled through his lungs. He was impaled through his liver. The shortness of breath was from when the pole busted through his lower ribs.

He may be a little out of it, but he paid attention in biology.

The liver holds a lot of blood, and what happens when said organ is cut or stabbed?

You bleed a lot.

Now fortunately, or maybe not, Akaashi still had the object of impaling in his side, preventing him from bleeding to death and sending Bokuto and his other teammates to therapy.

He blinks.

Well, they'd have to go to therapy regardless.

He tried not moving. There was no way he wanted to aggravate his wound. He didn't want to die, thank you.

But then again, he probably would die, huh.

Akaashi swallowed thickly. He could feel his eyes burning as he fought back the urge to cry.

He really didn't want to die.

He wanted to prolong his life for as long as he could, so he shifted his head to look at Bokuto, who had red-rimmed eyes and a constant wet sniffle.

"Bokuto-san." He croaks, voice hoarse, "I'm.. really cold..."

The owl-like boy blinks back at the smaller, sniffling, "I.. I'll get you something warm, then.. should I tell Takeda that you're cold?"

Akaashi forces an exhausted smile. Forcing himself to speak through the fog in his head, he mumbles, "No, I just need to stay warm so.. I don't go into.. shock.."

Speaking was sapping his energy, quickly. He could feel his fingers twitch as he panted, blinking stars out of his eyes. His body was starting to tremble imperceptibly as the cold sunk in.

Bokuto scrambled to his feet, his determination subbing in for his fear, "I'll be back. Konoha, watch over him please."

"Of course." The mentioned teen said, and shuffled closer to Akaashi, forcing himself to look at Akaashis face instead of the horrid wound.

Konoha was silent, before he murmured, "Your face is.. really pale.."

"Im.. injured.."

The other laughed wetly, wiping at his eyes, "You had better not die and leave me with these losers.."

"I promise." He lied.

He could feel his strength waning. Honestly, he was surprised he was still talking and understanding the words people were saying.

The voices were beginning to get muffled. That was not a good sign.

And if that wasn't enough, his back had just now started to feel sticky, warm, and wet...

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Sorry for the delay in this chapter. Hope y'all enjoyed it