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[03: echoed sounds / angst]

[echoed sounds / angst ]
Thump, thump

The socks padded on the window softly. The young chocolate-haired boy hummed outside, waiting for a signal.

Three, four, five minutes passed. The usual light switch by the window was as dim as it was.

Thump, thump.

He threw more socks. The socks he threw were his old childhood alien socks because the funky designs would easily catch Iwaizumi's attention. Minutes continued to pass with no sudden movement, leaving Oikawa to stand there, in his fresh alien bed wear.

He began to worry.

Thump, thump

Finally, the light bulb flashed on. He heard smooth shuffling of footwear, but he could tell something was wrong. The window was swung open, but it wasn't Iwaizumi, it was his mother.

"Oikawa," she cried out, her voice itchy and hoarse. Crusts layered her droopy eyes. "Call the paramedics, please, Iwaizumi's vomiting blood!" she asked desperately.

Oikawa, upon hearing the news, dashed inside the house, grabbed the home phone and made his way upstairs. When the door creaked open, Iwaizumi was vomiting over a basin. The crimson liquid spluttered out in heavy doses. He leaned on his mother's shoulder for support.

"H-Hello? Good evening!" Oikawa gulped, eyes dashing back and forth to Iwaizumi and to the wooden floor in front of him. "Please send someone, my best friend is vomiting blood and he looks like he's about to faint, please come here now!" he almost screamed at the phone.

He gave them the necessary details: address, name and current condition. As soon as the call ended, he rushed to Iwaizumi's side, rubbing his back gently as he rotated back and forth to splutter.

"I can't recall a time that could possibly cause this," his mother cried, squeezing Oikawa's arm. She choked back a heavy sob. "We just came back from a boating trip, but that was it. They said the waters were safe."

Oikawa searched for Iwaizumi's hand and upon finding it, gave it a tough squeeze. "Iwa-chan," Oikawa said in a gentle tone, letting Iwaizumi squeeze back. He only received a feeble attempt back . He furrowed his eyebrows, rubbing his back. "Let it out. It's okay."

"O-Oikawa," Iwaizumi coughed, resting his head on the floor as soon as the vomiting subsided. "W-what...what are you doing...here?"

"I came to tell you something but it's alright. It can wait," he forced his lips to show some sign of bravery, but his lips were straining. "The paramedics are coming, alright? Just lie still."

"Oikawa," Iwaizumi repeated, squeezing his hand. His eyes searched the ceiling for perhaps a glimpse of the stars. "Oikawa..."

"I'm here, Iwa-chan," Oikawa's words streamed out tightly. He continued to squeeze his hand. "Iwa-chan shouldn't feel afraid because I'm here, with you, you'll be alright," he sang, quavering with the gentle breeze.

He sang a small song of hope. Iwaizumi shut his eyes, tears streaking down his cheeks like comets in the drizzly night.

Tap, tap.

Oikawa tapped the floor with the tip of his sneakers. It calmed him down.

Tap, tap

The doctor exited Iwaizumi's room in silence. He spotted the visitors waiting by the lobby, desperate to hear any kind of news about their loved one. He tapped the edges of the clipboard with his fingertips.

"I'm afraid he doesn't have that long," the doctor breathed out, going over the notes."We've been doing tests, and it seems the poison had spread to his bloodstream. We can try oxygen therapy and refer him to medication, but it's getting pretty bad."