Osamu assumes he had already screwed up his sleeping schedule, so who cares if there were times where he would snooze through the day and stay wide awake in the middle of the night. Visitors must have come in and out his ward pretty often since he always seems to find something different on this bed table everytime he wakes up. Someone send some flowers, somebody leaves a note. Suna brought food, and to that Osamu says 'yes please'.

Days rolled by, Atsumu stays unconscious.

Osamu has gone the longest without Atsumu's bickering with him 24/7. They've been a pain in the ass to each other since birth, it was only then that Osamu had acknowledged how quiet his life was to be without Atsumu's presence. It felt hallow, it's felt empty. The silence was loud, except for the moderate beeping on the monitor, Osamu had all ears on that.

"Coach came by, he had another conversation with my parents. I wasn't really listening though."

"Your parents came over?" Suna asks, passing a drink over to him.

"Yea, and I think they left another note for Tsumu," Osamu takes over the cup. "Over at his table."

Suna looks across the room. "May I?.....Can I?" Suna gestures with his fingers between him and the table.

"Yeah, sure."

Suna moves to Atsumu sacred place. Since the brothers share a ward, they were placed in a pretty wide room. There's a decent amount of area to wander about and the space is what gives that territorial awareness. Suna feels like intruding into restricted boundaries, subconsciously a lot more cautious towards Atsumu's area as he walks to his table.

"There's a lot."

He catches a glimpses of Atsumu's face upon reaching his table.

Atsumu twitches.

"What did they write?" Osamu asks.

Atsumu twitched, unless Suna was hallucinating.

He runs his hands over the stack of little sticky notes and letters. There's Akagi, Aran, Gin, coach, his parents probably wrote the most, "Should I tell you?"

Suna remembers the one he wrote.

"Of course."

'Osamu misses you. He won't say it, I know he does.'

"Nah, not going to tell. They aren't for you." Suna smirks.

'The team misses you. Your boyfriend is waiting. I miss you too, brother.'

"Goddammit, the audacity of this motherfu--." Osamu inches close to the end of his bed.

"What are yo--" Suna puts down the notes.

"I want to know, if you ain't telling I'm coming over." Osamu inches even closer.

Suna dashes back to Osamu's side like his life depends on it.

"No, wait," He makes it back just in time to hold Osamu back. "You want to walk? In this state?"

"You can't expect me to lay here forever!" Osamu yelps, gripping the bedsheets. "My legs are fine."

"Not convincing." Not-convinced-Suna was right because the moment Osamu tosses his legs to the ground and lifts his body up, he crumbles on the spot. Suna reaches out to hold him before he crashes, arms wrap around his body.

"Your legs are not fine," Suna plops him back on his bed.

"I swear, Suna," Osamu grabs him. "I can't stick my ass on this bed any longer. I want to walk."

They stay in position eyeing on each other. Suna sees a spark in his eyes.

"Alright, be careful," Suna finally gives in.

He pulls the IV pole over, sliding Osamu's arm over his shoulders and his own arms across his waist, giving much needed support. Osamu pushes himself off the bed once again, dipping his bare feet on the icy floor.

Suna offers his shoes but Osamu declines. It starts off wobbly, but this time he doesn't collapse.

"Baby," Suna teases.

Osamu rolls his eyes, "Do your job, my personal baby walker." They giggle, soft tingles in the air. With Suna taking Osamu in his arms moving across the room.

Almost as if they were dancing, swaying unsteadily to the beat of their heart.

It probably looks terrible, Suna thought to himself, but Osamu......looks different, though weakly, the radiant smile on his pale face says otherwise. It paints passion, a glint of determination, one that Suna hasn't seen in Osamu ever before. It's charming, enchanting even, where Suna is complete entrants by his spell.

Wherever and however Osamu wishes to be, Suna would follow.

"I think my muscles are working now," Osamu bets. "Let me walk on my own." He nudges out of his support but Suna tightens his grip.

"You've already broken an arm, I don't want you to break your pretty face if you fall forward." Suna smirks.

Osamu scoffs, "Have some faith." He wiggles around under Suna's fingers. "Stop tickling."

"Im not tickli--"

Suna glances past his shoulders, he stops smiling.

"What?" Osamu turns around.

Rustling of soft sheets followed by a heavy sigh, the slumbered had awoken.

"Tsumu....."

Atsumu flutters his eyes.

"Tsumu!"

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"He's up."

Suna dials his phone at the speed of sound to--anyone and everyone that has to know, of course. He intended to call Kita-san first but his fingers slipped across the screen.

"Hello?" he checks the number.

"Oh, you're not Kita. Shit--never mind, I had to call you anyway," he blurts through the phone outside of the ward.

"I mean Atsumu woke up......What? No. This is Suna Rintarou......A doctor is tending to him now......Osamu is with him......." Suna peaks into the ward.

"I'm pretty sure he'll be fine......I'll tell him to give you a call if he can......alright, bye," Suna pulls the phone away from his ears. Right, Kita-san. He taps on his number. The call directs to voicemail after a few moment. Suna tries again.

Voicemail. What's he so busy with?

Suna calls up a couple more people after, reminding Aran to pass the message to Kita. He assumes the doctor would eventually contact their guardians and even the coach. The door to their ward swings wide open. Suna watches the people all in white walk out of the room. He slides into the ward, greeted by Osamu sitting on the side of his bed.

"A whole month?"

And Atsumu, his eyes opened halfway. His mask replaced with a nasal cannula, still drowsy, but at least finally awake.

"Congrats, ya broke yer record,"

"What did I miss out?"

Words escape his mouth like a whisper.

"Oh, not a lot. Just the aftermath of the train crash which resulted in a lot of chaos on the media and to our school."

Atsumu furrows his brow, "What?"

"Look--" Osamu shake shis head. "All that happened while you're in sleeping beauty state, so it doesn't really matter anymore."

"It matters, I actually care. Please tell me what I gotta know." Atsumu whimpers.

"I'll tell," Suna steps in between them, dragging the chair over and sits. "I'll tell you."

The room goes silent for a moment, Suna eyes on Atsumu, he's conscious now, but honestly......"Atsumu, are you okay?"

Atsumu nods lightly.

"Compare to Osamu, you're in a worse shape."

Atsumu hums, understandable.

God, Suna feels so sorry for him, just woken up from a month coma, sitting in confusion, obviously he isn't in the best state for a heavy conversation. Suna hesitates whether if this really is the suitable time.

But they had to know, there's no escape from the brutal truth.

"Other then your leg, your internal parts were also ruptured badly, that's what the doctors told us. You may or may not ended up with lifesupport, depending on how you heal. So there's that."

Atsumu felt the thick bandage over his abdomen when he woke up, but not the cast on his right leg. "Fuck......"

"Osamu hasn't got a lot of time left."

Atsumu shoots his head up at that line. Suna bends forward, elbow on his knees. He sighs into the fist he forms with his hands, here's the hard part.

"Unless he can get a suitable donor for his heart anytime soon for a transp--"

"Samu, what's with your heart?"

Atsumu turns with a shocking look on his brother.

Osamu has his eyes on the floor. "That was what I wanted to tell you about on the train, before the whole crash and stuff."

"His heart disease, Atsumu."

Atsumu looks back at Suna in disbelief.

"Osamu has a heart disease, the pretty deadly kind, that means he's a literally time bomb. He could go off at anytime and collapse, unless he gets a transplant."

"W-what?" Atsumu staggers, looking back at his brother again, who still has his attention on the goddamn floor. Osamu reply nothing to his concerns however.

"Basically," Suna continues, "Both of you are technically not in the clear yet, still in critical state," that's probably not the best way to convey it, Suna thought. "Best case senario, Atsumu fully heals over time and Osamu gets a transplant."

"Worst case senario?" Atsumu asks blandly.

Suna fidgets with a finger, he pulls back and blinks at the ceiling for a moment before coming back to the question. He sucks in a deep breath.

"Worst case senario--none of you make it out alive."

The tension in the air is sufficient to suffocate. It was the very brutally honest truth. The odds of them both surviving and dying was almost equal. Suna made sure to delivery the bitter message across to them.

"I know this is shit to listen to, but yall have to know the risk," Suna shakes his head.

"Yea, we had to know," Osamu lifts his head back up. "Thank you, Rin."

"Osamu," Atsumu hisses, though said softly, Osamu can feel the anger burning through at one word.