Ready, Set.

Time

A/N: Hey guys, the art for this chapter I drew, this is what I envision them looking like at this point in the fic. I know I didn't ever give Kenma piercings but they look right so just go with it. For these next few chapters I will be doing relevant art of them from each one. Anywayyyyy. Hope you enjoy!

I shot up, the ripping pain in my side sending a loud cry from my lips. 

"Baby!" My mom shouted, rushing over as I tossed myself back on the bed. I looked around, the room registering as a hospital. 

"Kuroo.." His voice was a comfort. I leaned my head up, looking around my mom to see Kenma curled up in the chair, his game making a faint noise as he clicked it. 

"Rest honey," My mother ran her hand across my forehead, pushing the hair off my sticky skin. 

Kala shot me, I'd known it was him without having to turn around. As soon as Kenma cried out, the burning pulsing through my side, I'd known who was behind us. 

"Mom," I made my voice weaker than I needed to, "Can you go get me some water?" She nodded and squeezed my face, 

"Of course honey, I'll be right back." She clicker her heels against the floors, as soon as the door latched I saw Kenma rush over to the bed. He stopped before getting on, 

"Bad shoulder side, or bad side side." He asked. Shit, He'd hit me on opposite side too. 

"Shoulder," I groaned, waiting as he walked around the bed. I reached over with my good arm, pulling the blankets back. He slipped onto the bed, curling into my side, carefully avoiding my arm. I shut my eyes as he laid his head on my stomach, 

"I'm so sorry," He whispered, his voice catching. 

"For what? You didn't shoot me.." I reached down to unclip his hair, tossing the clip to the edge of the bed. 

"I know, but for putting you in this situation.." He was clearly upset, I was too, but not at him. 

"Kenma, seriously I'm fine. I'll be fine." I reassured him, he sniffled and shook his head, 

"You probably won't be able to play again.." He was crying now, my stomach feeling the cold tears as they soaked through the gown. 

"Oh Kenma," I sighed, "Volleyball isn't everything." I continued to play with his hair, not letting him know how upset that actually made me. I'd wanted to play this sport until my body gave up on it, not until some prick with terrible aim showed up. 

He didn't say anything, he adjusted slowly, pushing himself between my legs on his stomach. I felt him push on my crotch and held up my hand to stop him, 

"Ow, wait what the fuck is that?" I felt the pressure and pulled the blanket off, Kenma giggling, 

"You were unconscious, they had to insert a catheter." I tossed my head back, dizzy, 

"Well I'm up now, I'd prefer to do it on my own." I whined, my fingers twitching as Kenma stepped off the bed. 

"I'll get a nurse," He smiled. 

I laid back into the bed, looking over at my shoulder. I dared lift my arm, oh no. I dropped it, cursing as the movement sent the bad kind of fire through my body. 

It would be a year if not longer til I'd be able to play again, being captain next year was ripped away. I knew it was over, that Yama would be nominated in my place, that I would be watching the games from the bleachers. I felt the sting of tears in my eyes, I wasn't going to play volleyball anymore.