𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑤𝑠 | t. oikawa

chapter 1

The hospital was unusually packed today.

It was my second last appointment for this damn ankle and I was happy to get this healed. I've strained myself with volleyball too much in result of this injury.

I hated the hospital. It makes me feel sick to my stomach even if I was perfectly healthy. Being surrounded my other sick people made me even more sick. This was the last place I wanted to be in. I needed to get out of here quickly.

All the seats have been filled up and I was left looking for one. An empty seat at the corner opened up and I made my way there. A girl was also walking towards there, stopping as she noticed I was making my way to the empty space as well.

"Oh, I'm sorry. All yours miss" I offer politely. She nods with a smile before taking the seat.

"Thank you, uhh?"

"Yea you're welcome." I start to walk away, feeling someone hold onto my wrist.

"It's rude that you don't introduce yourself."

"Not to offend you but you could be a murderer for all I know."

She laughs for a second. "Well, I'm no murdered. Matter of fact, you can consider it I'm being killed by my own body."

"143!" The woman at the counter calls. She leaps up from the chair and walks towards them. She turns and offers her hand to shake.

"My name is y/n l/n, nice to meet you stranger!" I shook her hand before she skips away to the counter. I occupy her seat as I watch her pay for her bills and escorted out. She seemed unusually happy for a dying person. Maybe she's being sarcastic and using it metaphorically like everyone is.

"144!" They call my number up, quickly paying for my bills from the broken knee earlier this month. I was able to catch up to the mysterious girl, skipping away at the sidewalk and taking pictures of everything.

"l/n-san!" I call out to her, turning around with a huge smile on her face.

"Oh hi stranger! Taking the train as well?" Her smile shined so bright I thought I was being blinded. I nodded and walked beside her to the train station. "So what were you in the hospital for?"

"Just a broken ankle. And you?"

"I've had an ongoing disease for the past few years of my life. It's nothing big really. Just bound to die from it you know." She sarcastically replies.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say I have another life time waiting for me after this one. For all it's worth, I'm a dying person and it's your choice to get to know me. But in more depth, my pancreas has stopped working years ago and that has shortened my days in this time line."

"Oh like type one diabetes?"

"No, and quite frankly I wish it was. It would be so much better living with pricking fingers, injecting drugs and such rather than what I have." I look at her confused. "You don't need to be worried. I'm just a dying person is all." She looks at her watch and panics. "I'm sorry my train is in two minutes. I have to go." She runs inside the station, quickly scanning her IC card and sprinting inside the car.

Her optimism questioned me. She's bound to die she says but how could a dying person look so happy? Wouldn't they be miserable?