Nervous & Awkward

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Warning-throwing up bones and hair.

The four look at each other. "Should we go and see him?" Daichi asks the other three. "As if that's a question," Sugawara says before marching out of the door and towards the car park.

So the other three follow after him and hop into Kiyokos car, driving off to the hospital.

"Hello, is there something I can help you with?" The lady at the front desk asks, noticing that the four teenagers seem a little nervous.

"Hi yes, Kageyama Tobio, he's here right?" Kiyoko is the one who asks. The lady smiles at them.

"Relation to the patient?"
"Friends," Sugawara answers. The lady nods, "yes, room 15," they thank her and slowly walk off to the room. Getting nervous as they near the number.

And before they knew it, the four were standing outside the door.

Several seconds went by when Asahi shakily knocks on the door and opens it.

Right there, sitting on the bed is Kageyama, a sketchbook and pillow on his lap. His head is tilted a little as he's looking down, concentration written over his face.

The shut the door behind them and walk over to him. He puts the book away to look at them.

Sugawara is the first one to run up and hug him, it was at least a full minute before he lets go and sits down on the chair by his bed, unable to stop himself from smiling.

Tobio was then sandwiched in between Asahi and Daichi, both squeezing as hard as he could.

Neither let go for a short while, and when they did, Asahi sat close to him in the other chair while Daichi and Kiyoko chose the bed. Kageyama, obviously, say in the middle of them.

She gave him a quick hug and warm smile, not wanting to intrude too much on his personal space.

Tobio still stayed silent. Not speaking a word.

The four felt a little awkward though tried not to show it, they were just glad to see him.

"So how have you been?" Sugawara says while while other three give him a funny look. "How do you think he's been?" Asahi said while Diachi chuckles.

'Good' Kageyama wrote down. They see him rub it out and write something else down 'okay, kinda'.

"Coach said that you can talk, but don't want to. How come?" Daichi said. However Kageyama doesn't write anything down, he just stares blankly at them.

"Stop questioning him," Kiyoko piped up. "I'm sure he's already gotten plenty of questioning from everyone else," Tobio was grateful for that.

"You enjoying being at the hospital?" Kageyama immediately frowns at her. 'No' he writes, tapping it several times with the pencil.

"Is it boring?" Sugawara said. He nods aggressively.

Kiyoko looks at the small stack of books on the ground. "Good books?"
'Kinda' he writes.

"You like to draw?" He shrugs. 'A little'.

He was about to write something else down when without warning he started coughing.

Kiyoko was rubbing and patting his back while Daichi was right beside him. "Water. Go get some water," he says to Sugawara, who's immediately out the door.

Tobio reaches toward his throat, hacking and coughing as he reaches in his mouth pulls out a long and thin black string. It just kept on going and going, until it stopped, around 50cm long.

The three looked horrified at him. And became even more horrified when that string turned out to be some kind of hair. A hair with a small bone wrapped around at the end.

"I'll get a nurse," Asahi says, heading towards the door. Tobio panics and throws his sketchbook at him, just as Sugawara is walking back into the room.

He turns around. Kageyama shakes his head. "Kageyama?"Asahi asks, confused. He shakes his head again.

Sugawara hands Tobio the drink of water, "What's going on?"
"Kageyama threw a book at Asahi when he went to get a nurse," Daichi explains simply.

"He coughed this up," Kiyoko added, holding up the long hair. "What-what is that?" She shrugs. "Some kind of hair, and bone,"

"I'm just gonna go and get a nurse," and like Asahi, he got a book thrown at him.

Sugawara turns around. "Do you not want us to get a nurse?" He shakes his head, then gets up, puts the hair in the bin and covers it up with a piece of paper.

So they had no choice but to keep it to themselves.

Well almost to themselves, for the coach and teacher had just walked through the door for their daily visit.

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