Donut Hole

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"Hey! Hey! HEY!" Yelled a tall man. He walked into his best friends room, to find him still connected to those damn wires with his eyelids shut. Oh how it frustrated him. His bro was not someone who would be lazy and let machines do all his work. No. His friend would tell everyone to back off and say "I know how to protect myself, I am an adult after all. I know what I'm doing."

His honey like eyes scanned the room, to see if any nurse or doctor was around. Nope.

He walked quickly to the limp body of the beautiful man laying on the bed and raised his hand, preparing for a smack. And that's exactly what he did. Smack the males face with more multipe times, a straight face on both of them.

"Wake up you lazy bum!" He yelled in his ear. "People have been waiting for you to wake up gOD DAMN." There were tears prickling at the edges of his eyes.

It had been two weeks since his best friend was in the hosptial, unconcious. It'd been two weeks since he last heard his voice, since he saw him smile, since he sent him a picture or a video.

It had been two weeks and his heart had never ached harder for the warm comfort of another human being.

He heard footsteps nearing the room, so he quickly wiped his tears away and looked at the woman who entered. Ah, it was no other than the woman who was supposed to marry his best friend.

He hated her with a passion. She was cruel-hearted and only cared about power and money.

"Oh why hello there Bokuto." She said nonchantly. "I haven't seen you in a while. You usually tend to steal my fiancé from me. I find that hilarious because it's like you want him all to yourself." Maybe that is what he wants. "Could you please leave for a minute? I'd like some alone time with Akaashi." Bokuto nodded, walking out of the room with a face filled with disgust.

He truly did hate her. Sometimes he would wonder why Akaashi even proposed to her, knowing how she's a two-faced bitch.

Bokuto took his phone out, dialing the same number he's been calling ever since he found out about his best friend.

"Yo." Said an over familiar voice.

"Hey." The boy tried to contiune speaking, but he felt a lump in his throat.

"Saw him again? You really do visit him a lot. I think it'd be better if you don't show up at the hos—"

"I saw her." The atmosphere between them changed in an instance.

"She's visiting him? I thought she would have found another man by now."

"I suppose she just really likes him." His friend chuckled, obviously not taking that seriously.

"She's a dirty fucking gold digger."

"I know Kuroo, I know her better than anyone." Bokuto was frustruated. She only wanted the beautiful male that's sleeping because he has money. And that's really important at a time like this, economy isn't great where they live and if you have the money or power, you get special treatment.

"Don't let this get to you. I'm sure Akaashi will come to his senses once he wakes up, he did hit his head." They both laughed a bit, knowing damn well that'd never happen.

Their friend may be smart, but he was down right stupid when it came to love.

A few minutes passed as they continued to talk on the phone, making each other grin like idiots. Kuroo had to hang up because Lev was bothering him once again. It was absolutely ridiculous how most of Nekoma ended up going to the same university (Kuroo found out later on that they did it to piss him and Yaku off). Once Bokuto's world was filled with silence again, he heard those tear-jerking high heels, making him look at that direction without an expression on his face.

"It's a shame how he's still limp. Must be hard on you, right?" She asked, moving her black her to the side. "Bokuto you have to say something to me. What? Do you still hate me for what happened years ago?" Of course he did, he'd never forgive her. "If you truly did hate me for that you wouldn't have promised me that you wouldn't tell him." A sting in his chest began to burst.  "I was drunk, stuff happens. I'm older now and I've learned from my mistakes."

"That won't change the fact that you slept with another man knowing damn well that he was crying thinking you were done with him." His voice was cold, filled with hatred. "Get out of my sight." She did what he said, not wanting to anger him even more.

The tall boy walked into Akaashi's room once more, his hands in fists. He saw a nurse tending to him, a small smile on her lips.

"Oh, hello!" She beamed happily. "You must be Bokuto-san, right? I have good news for you!" The small lady got up and walked towards him, moving papers in her hands with a rapid speed. "Doctors are positive he'll wake up today, so it's fine if you stay over night."

Yes. This is what he wanted. This is what he needed.

He gave her a big grin, nodding with delight.

"Akaashi is going to wake up?"

"Well, we're not one hundred percent sure, but it's a posibility! I must warn you though, he might be on the fuzzy side once he wakes up." Bokuto cocked his head in confusion. "Like, he might say some weird things. But he won't have anything serious like amnesia."

"Oh, alright." Some how, he felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. He wasn't sure if he could believe this girl. Maybe something did happen to this precious boy.

Hours passed, the only sound in Bokuto's ears were the soft sound of Akaashi breathing. He was getting anxious. When would he wake up? What would be the first think he says? Who knows.

That's when he felt a jerk in his bladder. He really needed to piss.

Bokuto got up and walked towards the bathrooms. He got in a stall and closed the door, pulling his pants down and doing his buisness. Damn, it felt good.

He washed his hands and walked back to Akaashi's room, to find the boy sitting straight up, a face of confusion, misery, and desperation all over his face.

Bokuto stayed at the door, his mouth opened all the way to the ground.

"Akaashi?" He asked, a little too loud. The boy slowly looked towards Bokuto, bewildered by how he looked. He frowned, his beautiful blue eyes reflecting an emotion Bokuto feared.

"Akaashi?" He asked. "I'm sorry but, I don't know who this, Akaashi, is."

That was it. That was all it took for the older male to break into tears and sobs and fall to the ground.

He didn't remember a thing.

He doesn't remember who he is.

He has fucking amnesia.