Akaashi

Akaashi's face rested on his hand, his sleeves bunched up by his elbows due to being pressed up his arm by the pillow. It was soft, his other arm tucked neatly beneath the pillow. His dreams were pleasant, childish even, and filled with blue skies and his loved ones. His little personal movies faded out though, blackening at the edges and fuzzing, as his mind fought toward consciousness. His unconscious mind reflexively reached to pick a particularly gnarly wedgie. His index finger hooked around his lace thong, and he pulled lightly before returning to a comfortable position.

After a moment, he finally vaguely processed his senses. He hadn't had a thong on when he'd left home. His brows furrowed, but his eyes were just too heavy to split. His fingers splayed out clutching the sheets. They weren't quite soft like his or Yamaguchi's, and there were no fuzzes from years of use and wash like Kuroo's. Where exactly was he? He managed to pry an eye open, pushing himself up into an upright position with one arm.

He rubbed his eyes with the backside of his hand, pursing his lips. Surrounding him were curtains, just barely was he able to see through them. He turned, his feet kicking over the edge, but there was a slight pinch at his ankle. He glanced down, his grogginess withholding information from him. He couldn't remember where he was, and everything from the day before was hazy. Had he gone day drinking, and got fucked up and stayed like that through the night?

That couldn't be it, he concluded as his eyes stayed trained on his ankle and the heavy metallic cuff around it.

He blinked.

"What the fuck?" He cried out, leaning forward and kicking his leg up, examining it closer. His blurred eyes come in and out of focus as he tried to think of some logical explanation. "Where the-... What the hell..." He groaned, his vision coming and going as he nearly doses off again.

He shifts to where if he passed out he would remain uninjured, and he tried to piece together what had happened. His head pounded, like he had a terrible hangover. His eyes glanced about, spotting what he could to clue himself into something. There was an IV stand, and he noticed he was attatched to it.

How the hell did he keep missing things like that?

Probably because moments later, he fell out.

(A/N): YAY NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE FUCKINg INTERESTING / POTENTIAL TRIGGERS