The only thing that stopped Oikawa from rushing Kuroo and beating him within an inch of his life – or maybe he wouldn't have stopped at an inch, he was too furious to be sure – was his concern for Iwaizumi.
He shoved his way out of the crowd, sprinted down the hallway, and came to a dead stop when he realized he had no idea where the infirmary was located. He'd never had a need for it.
He wished he'd let Kageyama take him there weeks ago after the gym incident.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, Kageyama crossed his path, heading toward Block Three at a brisk pace.
"Tobio!" he said, spinning to rush after him. "Wait!"
"I don't have time," said Kageyama, not slowing. "Something happened and I have to-"
Oikawa seized him by the arm and yanked him around. "I know something happened!" he said, too loudly. "I need you to take me to the infirmary to see Iwaizumi."
Kageyama slapped his hand away and glanced around. "Don't touch me like that. I'm a guard, remember?"
"Fuck you," spat Oikawa. "Iwaizumi's blood is all over the bathroom floor and I need to see him. You can give me points later. This is serious."
Kageyama's eyes went a little wider. "It was Iwaizumi?"
"Yes, it was Iwaizumi! Tobio, listen, you have to-"
"I can't, Oikawa-san."
"I don't care, I need-"
"Oikawa-san. I have to do my job." His tone went sharp, sterner than Oikawa had ever heard it. Kageyama had never raised his voice before, even at the worst of times. It startled Oikawa enough to leave him momentarily speechless. "Captain wants me to talk to the inmates and find out what happened. Afterward I'll check on Iwaizumi and let you know how he is. That's all I can do."
It wasn't good enough. It wasn't nearly good enough, but for once in his life Kageyama had resolve that Oikawa didn't think he could break.
"Fine," he said, the words forced between his teeth. "At least tell me where the infirmary is."
Kageyama pointed across the hall and murmured a few vague instructions. They broke away in the same instant, in a rush for very different reasons.
Oikawa still didn't know exactly where he was going, and it took him too long to find it, but he eventually located the infirmary at the far end of the prison, past Block Four. He tried the door, but it was locked, and no one came when he knocked.
He hadn't expected anything more, but he was disappointed all the same.
He sank to the floor with his back against the wall, pulling his knees against his chest and pressing his forehead against them.
This was his fault. He'd known something bad was going to happen, and he'd still let Iwaizumi switch assignments. If Oikawa had gone to Block Three like he was supposed to, this wouldn't have happened. Oikawa may have been the one who'd bled out on the bathroom floor, but he would have preferred that to knowing Iwaizumi had been hurt.
Hurt, or worse.
Oikawa didn't know what he would do if Iwaizumi was dead. He didn't think he could live with himself, with knowing that he could have stopped it.
He realized, distantly in the din of his hurricane thoughts, that he'd never been this worried for someone in his life. Oikawa had always been too selfish to care for anyone more than he cared for himself. Yet he knew with absolute certainty that he would have stepped in front of Iwaizumi if he'd been there, no matter what it would have cost him.
