He was on top of his game today. Kenma could read the opponents setter like a book. He is going to play the ball to the right side, he thought. He shifted his body and started to run to the other side of the field. Kuroo followed him. Perfectly in sync they halted, turned their bodies towards the net, jumped and stretched their arms as high as they possibly could.

A great pain spread over his face. The ball hit him in the face, but why? Their block was perfect, wasn't it? Of course it wasn't, if it was he wouldn't be hit in the face. But what went wrong? As he was evaluating his mistakes he felt his weight shifting backwards. A moment later his head hit the floor and his world became dark.

Kenma could hear but not see. He tried to move his arms, but they refused. His legs did not cooperate either.

He didn't know how long he had been out, but he figured it could not have been long. Lying on the cold hard gym floor Kenma slowly noticed how bad he was hurt. He was completely conscious but could not move a muscle and it frightened him. He could feel his face burning. Warm liquids flowed from his nose and forehead, blood probably. He could taste blood in his mouth. He began to lose it. He was lying on the floor. Wounded. Bleeding. Fully aware. He couldn't do a thing. This had to be a nightmare!

"Kenma! Kenma!" Kuroo's voice sounded far away, although it must have been close. Suddenly he felt hands grabbing his shoulders and shaking him violently. "Kenma! Wake up Kenma! Open your eyes!" Kuroo was on the brink of crying. Kenma could hear the lump in his throat. He tried to speak. He wanted to calm his friend, but couldn't.

Kuroo wasn't exactly helping. Shaking him around only made his head hurt more. He wondered how badly he actually looked. As bad as he felt?

An arm slid behind his back. Another under his legs. He felt Kuroo hovering over him, muscles tightening as he tried to lift the motionless body of the floor. Thoughts flashed through Kenma's head. Idiot! You can't lift me like that, you don't know if I've broken something! It was useless, he was being lifted up. His arms dangled helplessly as Kuroo hoisted him, making sure Kenma's head rested on his shoulder. Then he proceeded to walk.

Every step send a shock of pain through Kenma's head, but the warmth of Kuroo's body calmed the introvert. He could hear Kuroo's heartbeat. It soothed him, he felt the anxiety leave his body. Slowly but surely his mind returned back to normal.

He felt Kuroo sitting down. A bench probably. "You're going to be okay Kenma. Trust me" His words were soft, almost whispered. He felt fingers running through his hair, still sticky with blood. "Please move. Don't leave me worried like this."

A few minutes passed and Kenma noticed how a small circle of people had formed around them. He hated it, all the attention was on him now. The pressure was insane. What was he to do when, no if, he regained the ability to move?

Kenma sighed. Wait. He sighed. Slightly euphoric he established that he sighed, a conscious act. He decided to check if his arms were moving. No. His fingers? Slightly. His eyes? Yes. Yes! Slowly but surely he opened his eyes. His vision was still blurry and veiled by a red mist, but it was vision nonetheless.

He looked up, seeing Kuroo looking down at him. His face changed. The worried look made room for a sight of pure relief. "Kenma! You're back!" He exclaimed, gripping the boy tighter and closer.

Kenma hummed. Now confronted with the faces of his worried teammates he became anxious once again. He tried to move his arm. It worked, crudely. He swung his arm around Kuroo's Neck and tried to pull himself toward him. His arms were still to weak to move his body, but Kuroo got the hint and pulled him closer once again.

Kenma spoke softly. "Ku…"

"What is it Kenma?" The other replied.

"P.. Please.."

"Yes?"

"Get me away." Kenma managed to complete his sentence. "Please."

Kuroo looked puzzled, then understood. The crowd was making Kenma extremely self-conscious.

The boy stood up. Still holding Kenma in his arms. "Okay, let's get you cleaned an see what the damage is." He walked through the crowd of players. "Give him some room okay?" Their team nodded and watched as he carried the small boy toward the dressing rooms.