Don't Go... {A KuroKen Fanfic}

-Chapter 27-

(Kuroo's POV)

I hadn't left his side for two days. He was in the same condition as before, still asleep and struggling to breathe. Apparently his lungs were very infected due to the poor living conditions. They talked about doing an emergency lung transplant, but that would cost an insanely large amount of money. I counted the money I had saved for college, recounting it every so often to see if it magically increased in number.

Nope.

Still not enough. I was off by ten grand or so.

How the fuck am I supposed to get ten grand in the next two days?!

I made a few calls and arranged to meet up with someone to sell my car, hoping to atleast get a little bit of money off of it. It was in pretty bad condition due to its old age, but hey, I got two grand for it!

Now I need eight thousand more.

I sighed as I signed the paperwork, selling the car to that man. He chuckled at the signature I had scribbled on the paper, messy because of exhaustion. The bags under my eyes were a dark purple color from stress and lack of sleep.

I couldn't sleep, not until I knew he was okay.

It felt like if I walked away for even a minute, something would happen to Kenma.

I looked down at him. His fragile face laid on the soft hospital pillows. The monitor continuously beeped as the machine drew the chart showing his heart beats per minute. Any time his heartbeat would slow down, I would call the nurse, scared that it meant something was wrong. She said it was because he fell deeper into his coma like sleep, so his body naturally slowed down even more.

I had gotten countless calls from the police department, asking about Kenma and asking for me to answer any questions they had about the kidnappers. I knew even less about the kidnappers than them, due to be being in the hospital with him for past few days.

***

(Four hours later)

Yaku visited today, this time leaving Lev at their apartment to make supper. He walked into the white room quietly, setting down a scented candle beside the bed. He lit it, smelling the candle that smelled somewhat like freshly baked cinnamon rolls.

Flashbacks hit me like a semi-truck, causing me to zone out.

The memory of me and Kenma making cinnamon rolls appeared in my mind, plaguing me with the old images. I remembered Kenma pulling the tray of the sweet hot rolls out of the oven and setting them down on the stove top. He made sure to put extra icing on mine per my request. We ate cinnamon rolls as we laughed and joked, giving a small bite to Pudding. The look on Kenma's face was something I'll never forget.

His usually serious or shy expression completely changed. For once he looked... carefree? Was that the word? There were many more words to describe that moment, but carefree seemed to fit the description.

I remember he had his two toned hair neatly tied up into a ponytail, exposing more of his handsome face. I tried to take a picture of him but he declined the offer and hid the camera somewhere in the house. I have yet to find it.

And lastly I remember how inlove we are. I knew that at that exact moment, the only thing we thought about was each other.

***

Haruko forced me to take a shower. I hadn't actually showered in like three days, so I guess it was nice to feel the hot water against my skin again. I showered quickly, running back upstairs to sit by Kenma after I got dressed. I was only gone for a few minutes, maybe fifteen, but came back to something I never would've suspected. My heart hit the floor as I saw them.

Tons of nurses and doctors, scurrying around in Kenma's room, yelling various commands at each other.

"Oxygen level dropping! Get somemore oxygen tanks!"

"Heartbeat decreased in speed! Someone charge the paddles!"

"Clear!"

"One, two, three- Clear!"

My eyes were wide with horror as I slowly walked up to the door, my soul staying behind. My very existence seemed to have been sucked out. I stared through the glass window, seeing the doctors crowd around his table. They were putting IVs in and giving him more shots, trying to stabilize him. The heart monitor showed a flat, green line going across the screen. A low, never-ending beep rang through the room. I stared.

I couldnt even blink.

"One last time! Dont give up on me kid, your boyfriend is counting on you!" one of the doctors said, preparing to shock him one last time. The paddles touched his bare chest, making his body twitch from the electricity. The doctor looked at the monitor, sighing as the flat green line began to make the small raised lines, symbolizing a steady heart beat. Sighs of relief came out of all the nurses and doctors in the room. The nurses finished stabilizing him by giving him some pain meds and making sure everything was in its correct spot. A doctor left the room, stopping as he saw me. The expression on his face was dull and gloomy, a sad smile formed.

"He's okay for now, but can I talk to you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow tiredly. I nodded and walked over, my heart racing.

"I have good news, and bad news, which would you like to hear first?" he questioned, a sincere look in his hazel eyes.

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A/n: Hello everyone. I know some of these chapters probably seem rushed and poorly written, and I am truly sorry. I have been so incredibly busy with school and competitions. I know that's not a good excuse, but it's all I got 😅 I'm not sure when I plan on finishing this shitty story, but hopefully soon enough. I'm also working on that BokuAka story but I've barely made any progress. I obviously crave validation, so it's always a struggle to find the determination to write. If you would like to make a suggestion for other ships to add into the BokuAka FanFic, please let me know! I am open to any and all suggestions as long as the ship is not really fucked up.

Thank you all for your time. Have a good day and God bless you all.

-Ace <3