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“Hello. Is this Kageyama Tobio-san speaking ?” An unfamiliar female voice can be heard through the old fashion phone, making the phone’s owner confused.
“Yes. Who is this ?” Kageyama asked with curiosity while scratching the back of his neck with no reason, thinking that maybe this is just some prank, because he rarely gets a phone call.
“Ehm, I’m from Tokyo Medical Hospital. I’m here to inform you that Oikawa Tooru-san had a car accident and currently in the ER. This number was listed on the top of the list,” The female said calmly, waiting for the other line to answer.
“I-I’ll be right there. Thank you for the information,” Kageyama finally replied with a shaky voice after a long pause then he pressed the red button to end the call while trying to process every words that the nurse had said.
Before he knew, he already ran with a fast pace to the station, not even bother to take the elevator, he just can’t wait that long. He needs to hurry. He ran until he can’t tell which legs are moving, he’s not even stopping for a second to catch his breath or to care about people he bumped, even though his legs are about to give up and his lungs are screaming for air.
“Not yet, a little more,” Kageyama thought while still running as fast as he can, cursing himself about how easily his legs become weak.
After a few minutes, he finally arrived and swiftly went to one of the nurse in the hospital, asking for Oikawa’s room then after he had been told which room is it, he walked with quick pace to the elevator. Once he was inside, he took a deep and long breath, preparing his self from what’s about to come. After passing a few floors he arrived and quickly searching for the mentioned room. He found a man wearing the white lab coat in front of the numbered room with his old greyish hair, a hair color that Kageyama hadn’t seen in a long time.
“Sugawara-san ?” Kageyama asked, making sure that he guessed the right person.
“K-Kageyama ? You’re Oikawa’s relative ?” Sugawara asked surprised while standing up straight to get a better view of the figure that is walking towards him.
“Hmm, yeah. Is… Is he alright ?” Kageyama asked while fidgeting his hands, looking down, preparing to be told the detail about the accident. There is a little paused before the older man answered.
“Well, he broke his right legs, a light scratch on his arms, and... H-He received a massive injury on his head due to the crash … Ehm, there is a chance that he may…” Sugawara said hesitating, but he quickly composed his self, he’s a doctor, it’s not the time to back down. He chose this job for living no matter how hard it is, no matter who is it, it’s the consequences from taking a hold of someone’s existence.
“There is a chance that he may has a memory loss,” Sugawara said finally, making Kageyama gulp down the water in his mouth heavily, bitter.
“Is it temporary or ?” Kageyama asked while trailing off still looking down, he’s not ready to see the older man’s eyes, the eyes that may full of pity.
“We still don’t know. But there’s only 45% chance that he might regains his memory back,” Sugawara said while Kageyama just stay silent, trying to process all of the words calmly.
“If you want, you can check him… I’ll be going,” Sugawara said with a soothing tone while placing a hand on Kageyama’s shoulder, taking his leave.
For awhile Kageyama just stay silent at his spot, not moving a inch. Finally, finally he gathered enough courage to walk into the white door. His hand reaching for the cold and silver colored knob, he twisted it carefully as if afraid to disturb the other male inside the room despite knowing that the older is sleeping. He pushed the door slowly then closed it while trying not to make any sound. The see through curtains covered almost all of the bed’s view, but Kageyama can still see the brunette’s silhouette behind it. He took a few steps until he can see the big image of the male that sleeping peacefully with a white bandage on his right leg and head. Kageyama sat beside the sleeping figure, looking at every part of the older male, for a moment he hesitated to touch the other’s hand but eventually he place his hands softly on top of it, making sure that the sleeping figure still alive. Then a drop of water hit his other hand that placed on top of his thigh, followed by another drop, flowing through his cheeks, but soon dried due to the room chilly temperature. All of the sweat on his body became cold, just like the hand that belongs to the man besides him, frigid.
His hands are weak, all of his body is weak, he felt like he just really gulped down the feelings that was collected since he received the call. He almost lost him. Almost. And now he lost his memory ? It just like a shit movie that he had watched with Hinata back then, when the character lost her memory and having a love quarrel, a shit that always makes the orange haired male cried. Well, this is not a movie, this is not a fantasy where everything will go as he wish, he just needs to accept the reality that when Oikawa woke up, he will not remember Kageyama or even worse, he will hate him, just like he did. Just thinking of that already makes his breath hitched and his grip tighten around the still sleeping figure. Accepting is hard.
“H-Hello, Iwaizumi-san,” Kageyama said with a shaky voice when the line finally connected.
“Kageyama ?” The other line said with a little surprise tone, it’s unusual for the younger to call Iwaizumi, there is definitely a problem.
“Ehm, can you come to Tokyo Medical Hospital ?” Kageyama asked after taking a deep breath and exhale it heavily.
“Do you have an injury ? Are you alright ?” Iwaizumi asked worriedly despite knowing that Kageyama’s job is not that dangerous but anything can happen right ?
“I-It’s not me, it’s Oikawa-san,” Kageyama said after a long pause, since when talking could be this hard ? It’s like eating a mouthful of coals and choked.
“That idiot ! I’ll be there,” Iwaizumi said, cutting the line, making a beeping sound escaped from Kageyama’s phone, a sound that signed that the call had ended.
The raven closed his phone and putted it back on his pocket. After taking a deep breath for the-he doesn’t know anymore, but each breath he takes felt more heavy, his heart felt heavy just like someone stepped on it. He just wants to sleep against a certain someone’s shoulder while their hands are intertwined, slowly but surely he drifted off to the endless sleep. Unspoken, but he remembers it clearly, the faint smell of mint that belongs to the desolate epitome.