Best I Ever Had [IwaOi Angst]

Chapter 10

Did you see him yet?

stop texting me

I am trying to be helpful, since our parting was a less than positive one.

i never want to talk to you again

But you have not blocked my number?

go away

I have a feeling you believe this to be all my fault?

IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT

It may be partially my fault, but I believe it is also your fault

go fuck yourself

I have to get back to practice. I will contact you again when I can.

He wonders why he still hasn't blocked Ushijima's number from his phone.

"You really need to see a doctor."

Oikawa looks up from his computer, seeing Michimiya hanging over his cubicle wall with a concerned frown.

Oikawa blinks, "Hmm?"

"Do you think we can't notice your limp when you get up to refill your coffee?" The woman begins, raising a brow.

Oikawa laughs lightly, "Is it that obvious?" He sighs out, leaning back in his chair.

"What even happened?" Michimiya asks, moving to lean against the open side of Oikawa's work spot. She's giving him a critical look.

Oikawa would rather not share the fact that a 5 year old had kicked him hard enough to reignite his old sports injury. He's pretty sure he would lose all respect if he admitted that.

Instead he tells a half-truth, "It's an old injury from volleyball that I seemed to have aggravated." He confesses, and he hopes he sounds sincere enough that she doesn't press.

She takes the bait, "Oh that's terrible! Sports injuries are the worse, they stick with you." And Oikawa remembers that she played volleyball in high school too and he smiles a bit, "You know, I know a great doctor who specializes in this kind of stuff."

Oikawa straightens up, "You do?"

"Yep, super nice, super knowledgeable. Dr. Ryuugazaki. I can hook you up with his number." She offers, already slipping her phone out of her pocket to scroll through her contacts. Oikawa grabs at his phone too.

He had been putting off a doctor visit mostly because he really didn't know where to go, and the fact he was hoping he could walk it off. But after a week it was clear the pain was here to stay. And it would only get worse.

"You ready?" She asks and after he gives a nod she recites the number and the address of the clinic. "Now make an appointment and get it checked out ok? Seriously, don't you know how to take care of yourself by now?" She teases and Oikawa lets out a light chuckle and waves her off. It feels likes something his friends would have said back in high school.

It's amazing how little can change.

It's amazing how much can change

She gives him another encouraging smile before trotting off to her own desk, back to her own work.

Oikawa looks at the number in his phone and makes a mental note to call the office as soon as he clocks out.

Oikawa steps inside the clinic, trying not to visibly wince. It seems his knee had only gotten worse with each passing day, and so he hopes the doctor can prescribe him some painkillers. He checks in and the receptionist hands him a form to fill out. He's used to this, and fills it out easily before taking a seat.