|Brought Together By Takeru| t. oikawa

17| Crumbling

17| Crumbling
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Everything was black. Everything was cold. Everything was crumbling beneath me.

The last thing I remembered was me crying, and then seeing in my peripheral vision a car fastly approaching my side of the car. After that, everything was fuzzy. I searched my mind as hard as I could, but nothing seemed to click.

I started to hear voices around me. I couldn't make out what they were saying, nor whose voices they were, but they sounded destitute and angry. I wanted to tell them to keep it down, but my body wouldn't listen to my commands. It was like my whole body was numb, floating on clouds as I desperately tried to move in any way.

"Mr. ටፗ⊀ДധД, the pДtiㄋnt is nටt reДdy ⊥o seㄋ የㄋටየረㄋ at the mටmen⊥. Yටu mДy ധДፗ⊥ in thㄋ wДitፗng roටm untፗl shㄋ ДwДkes'' one of the voices spoke, though I couldn't make out some of the words she was saying. I'm sure they weren't important anyways.

The two of them went on for another few minutes. Thankfully, that was enough time for me to start to move-- I could only manage my fingers and my eyes, but something was better than nothing.

"hMmm" I managed to get the attention of one of the people that were fighting earlier. I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was in a hospital room. It was a sight that I had -sadly- gotten used to waking up in. I looked over to see the nurse hurrying down the hallway in order to go get the doctor...but then I saw someone else in the doorway.

His chocolate brown fluffy hair had now sagged. His beautiful white smile turned upside down. And his gorgeous dark eyes were puffy and red-- like he had been crying. He didn't look at all like his usual confident self, he looked like a dull shadow. I wanted to sympathize with him, but then I remembered what I had heard from him and Sakurai earlier and those feelings disappeared.

"Get out" My voice was hoarse and quiet .

"Get out" My voice was hoarse and quiet, but from the way his eyes widened I knew he heard me.

He didn't make any effort to move, just looked down at the floor and stayed silent. He was being a coward. I heard what they were saying, I caught them red-handed, yet he had nothing to say? Pathetic.

"Tell me if Iwazumi is okay and then get the hell out of my room Oikawa" I said more forcefully.

He looked up this time, his gaze meeting mine. "He's alright, a sprained wrist, whiplash, and a couple bruises; you took the brunt of it all," He took a step forward. "(Y/n) please just hear me out"

"No. I have nothing to say to you, now, get out or I'll have someone escort you out"

"Baby--"

"And stop calling me that. Go run along to Sakurai and never speak to me again" I was beyond angry at this point. He cheats on me and has the audacity to keep calling me by my pet name?

"You know what? No. I won't be leaving until you hear me out" He raised his voice at me, which only made more steam come out of my ears. I was furious at how he acted so innocent in this situation, and how he was using my injury -whatever it was- to get me to listen to his shitty excuse.

Gaining control over my upper body, I reached over and hit the call button on my bed in order to alert the nurse that I needed help.

"Oikawa, this is not the time, nor the place so I will ask you once again to. get. the. fuck. out."

The nurse came into the room right after I finished my sentence. "Mr. Oikawa, we need to examine her and then talk to her father. You can come back during visiting hours tomorrow"

Said boy took one last look at me -a defeated look in his eyes- and bowed to the nurse before leaving out the room's door.

Finally I was rid of him. I was so frustrated with everything, tears formed in my eyes once again. My feelings for Tōru were so strong that I knew they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, but at this moment, I would be fine if I never had to see him again. He broke my trust, and my heart.

That is something I will not forgive.
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My father came into my room, followed by the doctor.

As the lady described the extent of my injuries- a concussion, fractured wrist, and a broken right leg- my dad looked devastated. He had assignments to grade for his students so earlier he phoned to tell me that he couldn't pick me up from school. I told him not to worry, that Tōru would drive me home after volleyball practice...but obviously that didn't happen.

After the doctor left the room, neither my dad or I spoke. I could see that he had questions that he needed answered, but he knew I was in a fragile state- physically, mentally, and emotionally.

"I'm sorry dad..."

I looked up to see utter sorrow and confusion in my fathers eyes. "Sweetheart, why on earth are you apologizing? It's not your fault this happened, it's the idiot who was running a red light," He ran to my side when he saw tears running down my cheeks. "Please don't cry honey, you're okay now"

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop the waterworks from falling. I just hugged my father and let out all the emotions I had gathered over the last few hours. I cried and cried until I eventually passed out from exhaustion.

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until a knock at the door woke me up.

"Come in" I whipped my eyes with the back of my hands.

The door opened and a small boy walked in.

"Takeru?"
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