𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 || 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞

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"Sakusa-san?" Atsumu called out hesitantly, his tone soft as he peaked his head through the opening in the dark-haired's chamber doorway. "Ah, yer awake, good."

The blonde smiled softly to himself as he stepped into the room, earning a light stare down from Sakusa who seemed to be watching his every movement — all the way up until Atsumu had gotten to his bedside.

"How are ya feelin'?" Atsumu questioned, ignoring the green eyes that seemed to watch his every move and instead focusing on setting down Sakusa's tray of necessities.

"I feel-.. I feel fine." Sakusa stated in a tone aiming to be unexpressive, yet to no avail as a small hint of mendacity lingered in his words.

"Mm," The blonde only spared a hum in response as he turned his head to meet the dark-haired's gaze. "I shall take yer word on it, though if anythin' changes, do not hesitate t' tell me."

"Now, mind if I help ya up? Yer bandages need t' be changed."

"If you must, then I suppose so." Sakusa nodded lightly, trying yet failing to prepare himself for the burning that came with moving against his stitches.

The dark-haired had to bite back a hiss of pain as he moved, it was a simple action of movement and yet it's sting was to an unwelcomed degree. Even against the soft touch of Atsumu's hands gently guiding his upper body to sit up, the small sting still lingered, ever so present in the back of Sakusa's mind.

"There ya go, yer doin' great." Atsumu slipped out a few words of praise mindlessly as he carefully began to remove Sakusa's bandages — completely missing the confound look on the dark-haired's face.

Sakusa wasn't quite sure how to respond, though he took note of how the blondes small praise nudged a sense of pride within him, the thought alone now making him fall silent. With not much effort, the dark-haired decided to ponder the thought instead of responding to Atsumu — leaving a rather comforting silence to ensue.

Neither spoke for a good while, Atsumu hummed softly to himself whilst working carefully with Sakusa's bandages. All the while the dark-haired had lingered down an interesting rabbit hole of thoughts, yet never far enough to be able to understand those thoughts, especially with the now more apparent daze he had fallen into.

Since he'd woken that morning, Sakusa had felt odd. Though quickly he'd named the feeling as faint, exhausted and in a haze. He wasn't quite sure why, though a small part of him feared it was his wound proving too strong for his body to fight — and instead of finding reassurance on that unease, the dark-haired instead chose to hide his fear brush it off, deciding it would be better to not ask Atsumu about it. Not a very bright idea, of course.

"An' yer all set," The blonde piped in the midst of their shared silence, a soft smile still resting on his face as he met Sakusa's now half-lidded eyes. "Yer food an' medicine are on the tray, 'kay?"

Atsumu only seemed to get a nod in response, which he understood was most likely nothing, yet given Sakusa's now more apparent hazy state, he couldn't help but grow a tad concerned.

"Sakusa-san, ya know if yer feelin' unwell at all ya can tell me, I am yer medic after all." The blonde stated once more, he knew well the dark-haired should've been aware of this, and probably was, but it never hurt to give a reminder.

All that was gained from the blondes reminder was another nod, which he reluctantly took as the go ahead to excuse himself. He took his time getting up and setting the chair at Sakusa's bedside aside, his gaze still lingering on the dark-haired — which soon proved to be worth Atsumu's concern.

"..Miya.." Sakusa's mumbled out, his voice now unusually soft, weak almost.

"Mhm? What can I do for ya, are ya alright?" Atsumu took a step closer, apparent concern lacing his expression as he awaited the dark-haired's response. He was expecting the worse, as he unfortunately did often.