We Need Our Ace (Asahi x Nishinoya)

Chapter Nine

Noya's POV

(Right when the paramedics got there)

"ASAHI!"

The strange men take me away on a stretcher, and I hear Asahi calling for me.

"ASAHI! A-Asahi! Asa...hi..."

I close my eyes, succumbing to the darkness that's tugging on my conscious.

I wake with a jolt, my head on fire. I wince, trying to open my eyes, but the bright lights stop me. My arm is throbbing almost as much as my head, and I feel weak.

I slowly blink my eyes open, and take in my surroundings.

I'm in a hospital.

Why am I in a hospital?

I try to remember, but I just can't. I attempt to sit up, but doing so causes a horrible fiery pain to burst through my arm. I look down at it, and see that it's bandaged up to the elbow.

This is when I remember. I tried to kill myself. I fucking tried to kill myself in Asahi's kitchen. How could I be so fucking selfish? (AN! By the way, I don't actually think that it's selfish. It's just self-hate. Back to the story)

"Nishinoya-San. How are you feeling?"

I'm torn from my thoughts when I hear a man's voice. I look up, and see a doctor standing in the doorway, holding a clipboard.

I open my mouth to speak, but I can't seam to get the words out. All that comes out is a quiet wheeze.

He walks over to me, and starts toying with something next to me. I look up, and would have jumped if I had the energy. Instead, I just gasp.

There's a whole ass bag of blood hanging above me.

The doctor chuckles, "Yeah. Pretty spooky, right?"

I nod, and he asks me if I need anything. I nod, and cough lightly, trying to talk.

"S-Sit."

"You want to sit up?"

I nod, thankful that he understood. He presses a button, and the bed moves up. I gasp as the pain shoots through my arm again, and the doctor reaches up and plays with another bag. Almost instantly, the pain devolves into nothing, and I lean back, sighing.

"Anything else you need?"

"A-Asahi."

He gives me a strange look, and asks me to repeat myself.

"M-My boyfriend. L-Let me call him."

He nods, asking for the number. I look around the room, and ask him where my phone is.

"Your therapist has it."

"M-My wh-what?"

"It's protocol, Nishinoya."

I groan, thinking about how fucking stupid I am.

"Th-The number is in my ph-phone."

"We can't use that."

"B-But I need to talk to him!"

He tells me again that they can't use my phone to access numbers, and I start to freak out.

I need Asahi! I need him right now! I rip out the IV's and jump out of bed, but my legs give out from under me, and I collapse to the ground. I feel a pair of hands on me, and I scream, telling them not to touch me.

"I NEED ASAHI!"

I'm held down, and the pain in my arm makes me want to throw up. I try to get them off of me, but I'm too weak. I feel a sharp poke in my other arm, and crane my head, seeing a needle in my forearm. I feel myself getting weaker, and let my eyes close.

I pass out for the second time that day, escaping the panic.