Requested by anactualrock
Oikawa looked up from messing with his phone and smiled. "Hi Iwa-chan!"
"Hi." Iwaizumi put his bag down. "You have the brace on again? Why?"
"It hurts a little more today."
"Did you ice it?"
"Mhmm." Oikawa yawned. "But it's fiiiine! I'm good to play and we'll get it x-rayed soon."
"It's been that way since highschool though."
"Bleh. You sound like my mom." Oikawa stood.
"I'm your trainer now. I'm bound to be worried."
"And my boyfriend." He kissed Iwaizumi's temple. "I love you!"
"Yeah whatever you warm up." Iwaizumi turned and opened Oikawa's bag. A folder full of paper work fell out of the bag. "Tooru! Stop carrying this shit around with you!"
"I can't help it!"
"Shut up idiot!" Iwaizumi put it back. "Damn." He turned back around. "Someone toss a ball to this idiot."
Someone tossed a ball to Oikawa and he set it, launching it to another player. That player hit it over and someone else received it. It was sent back over and sent to Oikawa, who set it again.
Time after time Oikawa set and received. Iwaizumi helped him on his form for some things before giving him water and putting him back in to practice.
Oikawa's knee buckled twice that morning and he wouldn't stop biting his lip though.
Not in the teasing way that he usually did. He was in genuine pain.
Iwaizumi kept trying to stop him.
He really did.
He just wouldn't listen.
"Oikawa! Set left!" Someone called out.
Oikawa backed up quickly, trying to get to the ball. One of his feet caught his ankle and he fell instead. Immediately he tried to stop himself by turning but that made it worse.
One knee hit the ground and his shouted, rolling onto his back while holding his knee, groaning in pain loudly.
Iwaizumi hurried over, sitting him up.
Oikawa looked up. "I-I can't brush it off."
"Okay, okay deep breaths. I'll get you some medication and ice." Iwaizumi started to heft him up.
"I want to go to the hospital."
"You sure?"
"Positive." Oikawa put his head back. "Oh God I'm gonna throw up this is so bad…"
Iwaizumi lifted him up completely and carried him to the bench. He grabbed both of their bags before lifting him again.
Oikawa tried to keep himself from flipping out too much, just barely letting a tear out.
"Alright just try and relax."
"Shut the fuck up on my God please." Iwaizumi sighed. He closed Oikawa's door and then his own. On the way to the hospital he played music, doing all he could to distract the brunette. "I-Iwa?"
"Hm?"
"Can you hold my hand? Please?" Oikawa whispered softly.
Iwaizumi reached over and took his hand gently. "It's going to be okay."
