Osomatsu-San x Reader ONE SHOTS

Your Voice (Coma!Karamatsu x Reader)

Angst warning: Mentions of suicide attempts

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Volunteering was an activity that you often took part in and allowed to become a part of who you were as a person. You loved helping people and assisting in charity events as much as you could because hey, if you had the ability to help and work, why not do so? Constantly, you'd be swarming around to different places, assisting in as many as possible and you even ended up being a volunteer captain for some of the groups you serviced in. Overall, you did pretty much everything from pet shelters, homeless kitchens, relief for those in natural disasters, and your favorite: hospital work.

No, you didn't act as a doctor and work on sick patients physically. Though, you did help them in another way through verbal therapy. It was natural for you to be able to strike up conversation with someone in their hospital bed. You would talk to children with cancer, people that weren't doing to live long, and a whole variety of people that you just adored communicating with. The whole experience was astonishing. Sure, it hurt you to know that some of these people you spoke with may not have had the longest time left to live, but you promised to yourself that you'd make their last bit of time pleasant and jovial.

Today was yet another day you'd spend on speaking with hospital patients as part of your service hours. To say you were buoyant about the time spent with these people would be an understatement. Hell, you were on the edge of your seat the entire drive there. You'd been told there was a new patient in the building that could really use someone to talk to. Though, they told you nothing about the patient other than his room number which struck as an odd thing for them to do. Usually, the staff at the hospital would give you a background on the patient you'd be talking to so you knew what to expect as well as what and what not to discuss.

Once you arrived at your destination, you maneuvered out of your vehicle and gallivanted into the lobby of the hospital. The nurses greeted you as they always did with their jubilant grins and honey-dipped voices.

"Good morning, (y/n)!" A light haired woman began, coming around the desk and handing you your volunteer lanyard. "Here is your identification badge! You know the drill, so have fun and lead another patient to happiness!"

The blonde woman paused for a moment, placing her index finger upon her chin for a moment before chiming in with her thoughts, "What room number did you receive?"

"If I'm not mistaken, I was assigned room 524!" You spouted, clasping your hands together with a closed-mouth smile.

The woman before you froze and the employees working around her did as well, all staring at you with wide eyes. You quirked a brow, about to question the sudden change in atmosphere before another staff member interrupted you.

"Are you sure you can handle that...?" The employee questioned, seemingly beginning to shake a little.

"Handle it...? Am I visiting a criminal?" You snickered, not knowing exactly why the workers were skeptical of you going into this room.

"It's not that. It's just that this man.... attempted something... With your perky and optimistic outlook, are you sure you can handle such a negative person...?" The blonde woman from before asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Are you saying he.... tried to commit suicide...?" You faltered, joyous smile long gone from this new information. Not once had you ever assisted someone that had attempted to end their life, so to be frank, the thought of consulting someone with the problem scared you a bit.