You Can't Love A Dead Person

Iwa's POV

Oikawa's alarm goes off and I groan. It's too early to be awake. Oikawa has classes at 8, but mine don't start until 9:30, so I don't have to wake up early in the morning.

"Turn it off damnit!" I groan. I flail my arm to slap Oikawa, but it only hits his pillow. Noticing that he isn't in bed with me, I reluctantly force myself to get out of bed and investigate the situation. I dismiss his alarm, and walk into the kitchen, still in my PJs.

At first, nothing jumps out at me in the kitchen. However upon closer inspection, the light on our island was left on. As I walk over to turn it off, I notice a note scribbled on the back of a grocery receipt.

Couldn't sleep. Gone on a run.

Love,

Oikawa

Oikawa's note reminds me of our late night encounter. I feel bad for ignoring him, but I need sleep. What was wrong again? He had a bad dream? That sounds right.

I glance over at the microwave to check the time. It's almost 7. I thought it was 4 when he woke up, surely he hasn't been on a run this whole time. Oikawa has stamina, but there's no way he could keep a sub eight minute mile up for over two hours, and I know he won't slow his pace. He's somewhat compulsive about his running. Always in the morning, and always faster than an eight minute mile. If he has really been running this whole morning, he would have gone almost fifteen miles by now.

I decide to call him to check in. I grab my phone off of our charging station, and dial his number. His phone rings for several tones before he picks up.

"Where are you?" I demand

"Hello? Is this Tōru Oikawa's significant other?" A female voice asks. The question catches me off guard, I suppose I am his boyfriend, but I'm not really one for public displays of affection, so we usually just act like friends in public.

"Yeah." I reply

"Tōru Oikawa is currently in The Hospital of Buenos Aires. Some nice girl found him unconscious on the sidewalk this morning and called an ambulance for him. We believe the cause of his incident was low blood sugar, but we are still running tests to figure that out. He is in stable condition, but he's unresponsive," the female voice explains.

"Unresponsive? You mean like he passed out?" I ask.

"Exactly, he was brought into our hospital at 5:12 this morning and hasn't been conscious since we got him." the female voice says.

"I'm coming to the hospital, is there anything I should bring?" I question.

"What's your name, we need to know to be able to admit you into the hospital." The voice responds, ignoring my question.

"Hajime Iwaizumi." I answer while putting on my shoes.

"Excellent, see you soon, Mr. Iwaizumi." The voice says. I quickly hang up and run down the stairs of our apartment. The hospital is only about half a mile away, so I don't even bother to get the car. If I sprint, I can make it there in about three minutes.

I run as fast as I can to the hospital, narrowly avoiding getting run over several times along the way. When I arrive at the hospital, I check the time. My phone reads 6:57, meaning I made it here in under three minutes. I jog into the hospital, desperately gasping for air.

"Who are you here for?" The receptionist asks.

"Tōru, Tōru Oikawa." I pant

"Name?" she asks, looking at me disapprovingly. I was in such a rush to see Oikawa, I forgot to change out of my PJs.

"Hajime Iwaizumi." I reply quickly.

"Room 357 on floor 3." The receptionist says dismissively.

I run quickly into the elevator and jab the third button on the wall. The doors close painfully slowly, and the elevator moves upwards at a snail's pace. I should have taken the stairs. After what feels like an hour, the elevator doors finally open. I run out of the elevator and find a nurse.

"Excuse me, where is room 357?" I ask.

"Mr. Iwaizumi?" The nurse asks. I recognize her voice as the woman I was on the phone with earlier this morning.

"Yeah, I need to see Oikawa." I explain frantically.

"Okay, this way." She says, motioning for me to follow her. She walks down a plain looking hallway, and takes a left turn. She stops at the 2nd door on the left side of the hallway, and carefully opens it for me. I jog into the room and see my boyfriend sleeping in a hospital gown, tubes and wires attached to his body.

"I'll leave you two alone." She says, closing the door behind me.

"Oh my god." I say to myself. "Oikawa you better be alright. If you die I'm gonna beat your ass." I say, fighting back tears. "Hey wake up soon got it? Your sculpting class starts in an hour and you'll get marks taken off for missing." I sit down on one of the plastic chairs by Oikawa's bed when I hear a knock at the door and look over to see the same nurse from earlier walk in.

"Can I ask a couple of questions about your partner?" She asks.

"Sure. What do you need to know?" I reply.

"Do you know what Oikawa has had to eat within the past 36 hours?" She asks.

"Well we had pasta for dinner two nights ago, but Oikawa insisted he wasn't hungry. Then the next day he left for class before I woke up so I didn't see him for breakfast or lunch. At dinner that night he only picked at his food because he had had a big lunch. And this is my first time seeing him this morning, so I don't know what he had for breakfast." I say

"Are you sure Oikawa ate breakfast and lunch yesterday?" the nurse asks.

"Well he said he did, but no, I don't have any physical evidence.

"I don't think he has had a proper meal in the past 36 hours. That would explain his low blood sugar. Does Oikawa have a history of an eating disorder?" the nurse asks, writing stuff down on her clipboard.

"Not that I know of. I remember he did tell me he struggles with body issues, but that was in High School so I don't know if he still does.

"Has Oikawa told you anything else regarding his mental or physical health?" the nurse asks.

"I don't think so. I mean he's never really brought it up." I respond.

"Iwa-Chan?" a quiet voice says. I look over to the bed where Oikawa was sleeping and see him reaching to rub his eyes.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, I need to tell the doctors that he's awake." The nurse says, rushing out of the room.

"Oikawa, you haven't been eating have you?" I ask. He looks up at me and slowly shakes his head.

"No." he says solemnly

"Dumbass! You have to eat. Look what happened! Once you get released, we're going back to the apartment and eating a proper meal together." I say. I expect Oikawa to argue, but he doesn't. He just looks up at me, his eyes starting to water with tears.

The door opens again, and doctors push me away from Oikawa. The nurse that was asking me questions earlier approaches me.

"You can go home, Tōru will be alright. We'll call you if his condition changes, but he should be able to get released by this evening." she explains.

"Oh, okay. Thanks then." I sit down in a chair outside of Oikawa's room. I don't want to leave. How can I focus on my classes when my boyfriend is in the hospital? It seems like I should be here, helping him or something. I know that I can't actually help him, but it feels like if I leave now and something happens to him, it will be my fault.

"That means go home." the nurse says, her tone slightly less friendly this time. "There isn't any reason for you to stay here anymore."

"Fine, I'll leave. Just please tell me if anything happens."

"Like I said before, if Oikawa's condition changes, you will be notified." the nurse repeats. I leave the hospital, and walk home.