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But it's from a video on Instagram that I love by trashkawa.hoeru

Chapter 2

A group of people headed for the truck doors. Hinata was taken aback as they were pulled open, widely swinging outwards as he looked clearly at the dark night sky behind the slim figures that were now pulling Kageyama out from his sight.

He rushed out of the truck, slipping at end as he fell from the edge, and to the cold, hard ground as he watched them pull the cart carrying the setter into the brightly lit up, white building.

He rushed back to his feet, using all of his energy to run and keep up with the huddle of people.

They charged through the double doors, quickly making their way down the hall and turning the corner into the ICU. A doctor now on both sides of him, nurses quickly replaced the people that had originally been running in.

Hinata kept up with them as fast as possible, he never dared to slip even two inches from the carts grasp.

A nurse removed her hand from the bed and turned to face the very scared boy, looking at him with a soft yet hard expression at the same time.

"I'm very sorry, sir. You can not go in with us." She carefully informed him.

"Wha-"

"This is a very serious matter." She interrupted. "You have to stay outside and trust the doctors to do their jobs."

"N-No!" He shouted back in protest. "I'm not leaving him! I'm staying at his side no matter what!"

"I'm very sorry." She repeated. "But you have to stay outside. You can sit in the waiting room and I can inform you of his condition when he's stable, or-" she quickly cut herself off as she looked back down at Hinata. Though he remained silent, painful tears began to stream down his face, staining his puffy and red looking baby face.

"I will inform you of his current state when they are done stabilizing him." She quickly turned back on her heels, rushing down through the doors to follow the rest of the group.

Hinata knew what she stopped herself from saying, but he couldn't bring himself to think of what those words truly meant, he refused to let them click in his mind, even though he already knew that they had. He pushed the thought from his mind, slowly slipping back, and heading into the waiting room, more tears flowing from his bloodshot eyes.

He dropped into one of the uncomfortable chairs in the middle of the large and empty room, glancing at the plain clock loudly ticking against the corner of the wall.

11:42

He tightly shut his eyes, tucking his legs closely to the center of his chest as the unmentionable and still unspoken words rang through his mind.

"I can inform you of his condition when he's stable, or-"

Or if he doesn't manage to make it.

Or if he dies.

Or if- if...

Hinata let out a loud sob as the clocks irritating ticking noise rang loudly in his ears.
Tic. Tic. Tic.
The second hand continued to turn, moving up, down, over and over again. It stuck in his ears, the sound annoying and agitating as each second passed, the next one slower and louder then the last.

"Turn that o-"

"Hinata." A familiar and soft voice cut off his loud shouting at the woman sitting at the desk, now resting their hand on his tensed and lowly slumping shoulders.

He turned around, looking back at the kind and soft eyes of Kageyama's mother as she carefully removed her hand from his shoulder. Kageyama's dad standing just behind her, on her left.

He sat with his eyes widened at the sight of the two. How could he tell them? This was his fault... All his fault...

"I-" he took a breath before continuing. "If I- If I hadn't-"

"Stop it, Hinata." Kageyama's mom cut him off, wiping some of the tears from his cheek as her and her husband took a seat next to him. "This isn't your fault. He was hit by a car on your way home, there's nothing you could have done to stop this." She reassured him.

'Yes there was, you just don't know it. You just don't know that I was the one who was supposed to be hit with the car...' He thought to himself, unable to speak the words to their faces.

"How is he?" His dad asked, his jaw tensed in worry.

"I- I don't know." He admitted. "They won't let me see him..."

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Hinata awoke to the sound of a nurse clearing her throat, the same nurse as earlier. His face felt odd, pulled tight from the sudden dryness of his skin. He wiped his face from the tear stains and even the slight snot that he had from when he had wiped his nose along the rim of his shirt.

He looked over to his side. Kageyama's dad was still wide awake, his mom was asleep, just as Hinata had been only a moment ago.

He shook her, watching her shoot up, looking at the women hungry for information about her son.

"His heartbeat is steady now and he is in his room with a doctor. It is okay for you to go see him now, but I suggest that you listen to the doctor's words very carefully, so that there is no misunderstanding of his current condition."

Hinata leapt to his feet, pulling Kageyama's parents behind him as he did so, making sure to catch a quick glance of the clock as he rushed through the doors that lead to his room, dragging the two people behind him.

2:58

They all shuffled into the surprisingly large room, an ugly green paint pushed across the walls with bright white curtains shining from the moon's reflection that was gleaming in through the huge window, revealing the city's fascinating lights.

Hinata couldn't contain how excited he was.
How happy, joyful, radiant, and full of energy he was.

"Kageyama!" He shouted as he ran into the room, and up to the edge of the bed. He had one of his biggest and brightest smiles he's ever had in life. His lips pulled from ear to ear and teeth showing in between them, his eyes closed from the tightness of his grin. "You kept your promise." He finished quietly.

He opened his eyes to look at him. His smile quickly faded, as his eyes widened in horror from the sight before him.

The black haired volleyball player was already covered in bruises, his body scraped and deeply cut. His eyes remained closed, an oxygen tank pushed to the side of his uncomfortable looking bed, and a breathing device connected to his face.

'Kageyama isn't breathing on his own?!'

"Kage... yama..." He quivered.

"Please, take a seat." The doctor spoke to the three of them, all of their eyes fixed on the sight before them.

Hinata reached his hand out to touch Kageyama's face, just barely skimming it. He was so worried that if he tapped his cheek too hard he would shatter. He was so cold.

His parents took a seat, but he remained standing, facing the pale and deathly looking setter that he had known and come to love.

The doctor began to explain what was going on with him, what his condition was like and what to expect to come from it.

Hinata didn't listen, only a few things that the older man said passed through his ears.

"A coma... Try not to cling onto false hope... Serious condition... retinal detachment... 90% chance of blindness and loss of eyesight, that's if he does wake up though..."
The doctor walked back out into the hallway, and down the long and echoing hallway.

'Kageyama, won't wake up?' Hinata repeated the question running through his head, his eyes widened in horror, until his mind cleared entirely, going blank.

"He- he'll be blind?" His mother repeated to herself quietly as tears began to stream down her face, trying her best to process this large chunk of heart wrenching information that she had been given.

'No! He won't wake up.' His eyes began to tear up once again, he had to restrain himself from crying out. 'Even if he wakes up he won't be the same. He won't play volleyball. He won't be able to see me, and he won't be able to do what he always does.'

"I'm sorry." He whimpered into the corner of the blanket resting on the medical bed.

"It's my fault... I'm such an idiot, a dumbass. A boke! It's all my fault!"