chapter five

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This morning was the first morning in 2 months that Kenma waited for me outside my house, it definitely took a little longer than I had planned but I could proudly call Kenma a good friend of mine when others asked who he was. There was no volleyball today, only our class together plus lunch. I had started to eat lunch with the volleyball team now, though I cant say much got eaten. The guys liked to tease me for how little I ate, always picking food off my plate, I even started getting extra carrots just so kenma could eat them instead.

"Kenma you can go home by yourself today, I have some things I need to do for mom" I tried whispering this into his ear but I think I startled him considering how quickly he turned his head.

"mhm, okay" He continued to munch on the carrots I got him while hiding his switch under the table, tapping away at the buttons and making a small fist each time he killed one of the enemy's. Cute.
I'm pretty thankful sometimes that Kenma had the personality he did, he never questioned when I said I couldn't walk home with him, or why my eating habits was those of a child.

I excused myself and said goodbye to the guys before leaving, feeling Kenmas eyes linger on me a little longer before I disappeared through the doors. Mom was waiting for me outside the front of the school, her fake smile welcomed me as if trying to reassure me that today would be different. It wasn't.

We pulled up outside of the hospital and headed to the reception, the scent of sickness and disease invaded my nose without warning, making my stomach do somersaults. The cancer ward was at the far end of the hospital, unfortunately for us that meant we had to walk through the more noticeable wards. The burn ward was the scariest, mummy's that lay still on their beds, some still crying out in agony while nurses hushed and cooed at them as if they were babies who just needed attention.

We sat down in the doctors office while he pulled out files from the cabinet, handing them to my mother then taking a seat opposite me.

"Mr Tetsuro, we have some good news. A placement for radiotherapy just opened up, we can schedule you to start for next Sunday. It will take a few months to get used to the toll on your body so we recommend full bed rest. How do you feel about transferring to our cancer ward?"

I'd be lying if I said a cloud of thoughts didn't come over me when he asked that question, but I pushed everything aside for now and asked a question I already knew.

"what about school?" I felt moms face lift from the papers and turn to face me, then to the doctor who was currently expressing a sympathetic smile in my direction.

"kuroo we recommend that you pull out of school, the treatment will make you feel fatigued and we have other symptoms to take into consideration"

"Kuroo sweetie?"

I know I hadn't said anything for a while, it wasn't that I was thinking about the decision of not going to school, I'd already made up my mind that I don't plan to drop out, but how long would it be before people started to notice I was sick, before Kenma noticed.

"This isn't fair. Don't I deserve a normal life" that silenced the room for a while. I could tell mom was close to tears, which s probably why the doctor asked to speak to her alone. I sat outside alone with my thoughts as i tried to decide what do. The doctor said hair and memory loss would start to occur a little later which gives me some time to think about what to do. More importantly it gives me time to tell Kenma.

Mom came out about 10 minutes later, tear stains highlighted her rosey cheeks as she thanked the doctor for making an appointment for us. The ride back home was silent, I couldn't bring myself to say anything and neither could she, I'd only realized now that I still didn't know what was on the papers the doctor gave her, and I don't think I wanted to either.

Dinner was take away tonight, but I could barely stomach anything so I slunk off to my room instead and decided to message kenma.

Kuroo: Hey you up?

1 hour later

Kenma: yes

Kuroo: wanna troll kids on fortnight

Kenma: what are you a child?

Kuroo: I'll take that as a yes

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