𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚. [𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮]

[19]

Warning: triggers, blood, violence, angst

A t s u m u

     A gentle hand strokes my cheek, making my eyes flutter open to see Kenma with tear stained cheeks look down at me. "What happened?" I manage to choke out before I sit up.

     "Mark took us to his base after his men knocked you unconscious."

     I don't remember what exactly happened though. All I know now is that my lip is busted, my stomach hurts, my rib might be broken or fractured, and my face feels sore. We're in a room. A normal room. 

     Vaulted ceiling, light grey walls, LED lights, two beds with black and white blankets and pillows, black wood floor paneling, '50 TV, black TV stand, and a white faux fur rug. What is with the faux fur rugs? They're everywhere. (Yea they're everywhere because I like 'em.)

     "Where are we exactly?" I ask turning around to face Kenma who's laying back against the wall. He squints his eyes at me as if he doesn't understand what I'm asking. 

     "You forgot didn't you?"

     "Forgot what?" The pudding head shorty leans forward and flicks my forehead, earning an ow in return.

     "We basically got kidnapped dipshit. You must be stupid if you thought he'd let me see where we were going. And if you haven't already guessed, you got the crap beaten out of you." Ah, now I understand. Wait.. WHAT?!

     "I'm sorry- what?" 

     "Damn, do you need hearing aids or some shit? I said we got kidnapped." 

     I wince as I grab my waist and scoot over to the wall. Shit, I think it actually is broken. It hurts when I breathe, and when I move. This is bad. If I don't get at least some treatment, I might develop lung complications. 

     Kenma tilts his head at me in confusion. Great, now he's the stupid one here.

     "My rib is broken." His eyes widen in response and pokes me in the side, causing a excruciating wave of pain. I yelp and grip my side, swatting his hand away in the process. 

     "Shit- I'm sorry 'Tsumu.. How many do you think are broken?"

     "Oh I don't know, maybe ALL OF THEM!" 

     "Atsumu quiet down.."

     His choice of words makes me snap my head to face him, tears welling up in my eyes, and my lip quivering a little bit. "How am I supposed to quiet down when my fractured rib is keeping me from taking much needed deep breaths! My entire body hurts, it's sore, I'm bleeding, my head is fucking, spinning! While you're sitting there with no injuries whatsoever."

     Kenma flinches and scoots away from me, most likely because he knows he angered me. I want Omi, I want him to save me. I want nothing more than to be held by him right now. I shouldn't have snuck out.

     Every bit of my being is telling me that I'm going to die here. Heh, as much as I want Omi, I don't really care if I die here. My life went from 100 to 0 in a fraction of a second. For crying out loud, about a month ago I was at the hospital because my brother found me passed out in the car.

     Wait a second, they didn't pat me down did they? In search of an answer, I slide up the wall and lean against it as I start rummaging through my pockets for something.

     "What are you doing?"

     "Nothing, just be quiet."

     Nothing. They took my phone, the keys, my wallet, and pocket knife. We're fucked. I purse my lips in thought despite the pain and look at the clock on the black TV stand. 6:21 AM.