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History was too boring sometimes, just like today. Oikawa and him had nothing to do, they finished the test and it was the second test day. History was too easy that most of the class was finished, one glance at the phones could tell her the answer to that.
Oikawa sighed, Hajime was right beside her but what was the use when he was on his phone too.
You:
Iwa-chaaaan, pay attention to me instead of your phone. (>n<)
Iwa-chan (/^o^)/:
I have been, you're acting weird today. What's up?
You:
Nothing is wrong, Iwa-chan worries too much! I just feel a little sick that's all. __(OnO)__
Iwa-chan (/^o^)/:
Do you need to go home?
You:
I can take care of myself, if I puke in class that's when I will go home, just enjoy your day if I do.
Iwa-chan (/^o^)/:
I'm going to worry still.
You:
I know, Iwa-chan will always worry. (^u^)/*)
Speaking of puking, her stomach had that clogged feeling and she knew exactly what would happen if she didn't head to the bathroom right now.
Oikawa steadily went to the front desk and asked to go to the bathroom, once she was in the hall she practically ran to the toilet, luckily they weren't too far away.
The disgusting liquid filled her cheeks, holding it until she was over the bowl, she really did need to go home.
When the girl was done she looked at her phone, a new message from Iwaizumi.
Iwa-chan (/^o^)/:
You're going home, I already signed us out.
You:
Iwa-chan, you need to go to class! щ(ºДºщ)
Iwa-chan (/^o^)/:
Too late, come out when you're ready.
She sighed, he was never reasonable when it came to her, especially when he knew something was wrong. Though her best friend never pushed her to tell until it was too much to not tell him and there you go, she was blabbing off his ear with her problems.
Oikawa put a hand on the toilet seat, the back of her throat was burning like acid was going through it. It was horrible but she had a smug face still, finding Hajime right outside the bathroom and walking with him to the end of the hall where she heard a 'slut' comment, replying with "Sorry, I think you mistook me for a mirror."
It was always annoying to have those few immature girls with boyfriends that she had done before.
Unfortunately, she was pale enough anyone could tell she was sick so the girl dissed her comment and kept walking. Oikawa rolled her eyes and kept that annoying smirk on her face. Iwaizumi was staring right at her, but she had yet to notice it.
It was pretty clear to tell which car was Oikawa's, it was a nice turquoise green and the license plate was a volleyball is life type thing. Not to tell the volleyball stickers on it and her little setup of how proud she was to be captain of a wonderful team.
"I'm driving," Hajime declared, holding his hand out for the keys, Oikawa didn't want to just let him be able to take her keys and drive her car, but she couldn't deny it was best. Puking in her car would be bad enough in the passenger seat.
A pout reached her face, "Fine, but I won't let you get away with this next time."
"You already plan to be sick again?"
"You know what I mean, Iwa-chan!"
He snickered, and she continued to pout. Eventually they had reached her house, which was the mistake.
Iwaizumi walked in and his nose crinkled in disgust.
"I really need to come here more often, it smells so bad I might puke." It was a tease but also a suggestion. He was right though, it smelled like rotting puke and a bunch of moldy food.
Though there seemed to be nothing in the kitchen and living room, because she was actually a pretty tidy person, that was, until they reached her bathroom. Hajime plugged his nose, "Oh my god, here's the source." His voice sounded funny and Oikawa wanted to laugh, but she realized this was where she woke up nightly to puke. He found it. The sink had chunky remains and dried liquid all around it and even on the floor, the toilet had the same thing except the inside was clean. The floor was a mess from how much she rushed in and ruined the mats, slipping and sliding around.
Hajime looked at her in concern, "You either have a really bad flu or this has been going on longer than this morning."
He could see right through her and she knew it, "I..." She wanted to tell him, but then tears were running down her face and she was sobbing into his shoulder, hugging him tightly. "I don't know what's wrong, Iwa-chan."
He led her to her bed and sat, holding her while she sobbed. "Do you need a hospital?"
"I don't know, maybe." Oikawa was indecisive if she wanted to try a hospital, but it had gone on long enough.
"Let's go, after that I will help you clean up your bathroom." Iwaizumi led her to the door and took the keys again, Oikawa continued to cry, trying desperately to stop but she just couldn't.
Anyone could tell Hajime was concerned for his best friend, soon reaching the hospital. They went through the regular doors even though in his head this was an emergency, but he would have to deal with it.
Oikawa managed to stop crying after half an hour, and he couldn't be any more concerned.
"Oikawa?" A nurse came out and asked, looking around the room until the duo stood up and followed her into a room with a male doctor.
Hajime sat in a chair on the far side of the room while the doctor started questioning Oikawa.
It was one question that he could tell where his best friend froze.
"Are you sexually active and when was the last time you had sex?" There was a long pause as the doctor looked up and more tears welled in her eyes,
"Very, but recently I've been less active."
"And why is that?"
"I haven't felt the need for it."
"Is this unusual?"
"Actually yes it is."
Oikawa wasn't the only one that froze, Iwaizumi looked at the doctor who continued to have a straight face and write things down. Oikawa hasn't taken a guy home every night? He wondered, thinking about the possibilities but then the most obvious option popped in his head and then the doctor said it, "Do you think you might be pregnant, Miss Oikawa?"