A/N: Part 2/3. Maybe more in the near future, but for now only 3. I suck at sickfics, which is exactly why I'm going to write about one. And then I can finally have someone critique me! Yay! (Besides u Sis ? ﾟﾘﾌ). And yay! You know what...actually, I have a few new shout outs to say. So today while I was in carpool I had my phone go off and I checked my reviews and kabam! I had one!

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Augh. The school day really couldn't go on any longer. It seemed as if his hour classes were eight and his gym class was three. Actually it was...weird, he was...looking forward to practice. Maybe it was because only recently had he began dating Kuro, and he was blushing [barely] at the thought of seeing him again.

All lovey dovey, he was head over heels. Thought he couldn't make sense of anything that was going on around him. They were either talking at the speed of sound or talking in slow motion like there was something wrong with them.

The corners of his vision was all blurred and disoriented. He could feel a steady pulse of pain at the center of his head and behind his eyes. Migraine. Perfect time to have on was in practice when all the movements would jostle his hurting head even more.

He sighed dropping his bag at his feet as he walked into the gym. He could just skip practice couldn't he? No way, he would totally be caught, if not by the coach then definitely by his captain. He sighed as he continued on walking to where the group was.

"Hey Kenma," his boyfriend greeted. He smiled cheerfully as Kenma walked by. "What's wrong you have that face," Kuro asked. Nothing was wrong, he had a headache. He shook his head and looked up, so tall I'll have to look up to him for the rest of my life and that'll be fun. "Nothing," he said.

"Get your tails into gear and lets go, Kenma-san you are setting, lets do hitting lines and then defense," the coach said. Kenma smiled. His finger was still slightly bruised from the breakage a couple weeks ago but he had been cleared so he could play as long as he didn't feel any more pain. He still had it taped for practice.

Dig. Set. Hit. Block.

Dig. Set. Hit.

Routine plays, repetitive routine plays with the same people and the same think. "Alright, everybody bring it in, we are going to work on the 6-2 rotation, actually first, we are going to have Kenma in the backrow playing defense while the other team has the ball," the coach pointed to zone one on the court. "And from then we will continue," he said.

Kenma walked over to the zone and sighed. The blurriness on the edges of his vision was really starting to bug him as he tried to follow the ball on the other side.

It was slow. Easy to watch the movement of the blockers and attackers as they went after the ball, Coach had instructed to tip so the back row could get used to it and after they did 100 they could switch to hitting. Kenma liked being able to read the players faces and the moves they would make and how he could contradict them.

Roll shots were at 60.

Easy to identify because of their roll downwards. Easy to read by the movement of the hand. The spin, the hand motion, the set. They would all tell you what kind of attack they were going to do.

The attack was forcefully sent over the net, Kenma raced after it and passed it up keeping it off the floor and immediately getting up and pushing himself up. The non-setter was trying to set the ball and ended up running right into Kenma. Sending both of them on the floor.

Kenma grimaced as the collision sent him to the ground first. He rubbed the back of his head, he guess the migraine was still in full effect but he felt fine. A little dizzy but fine. He could hear a muffled "are you ok?" And nodded. He pushed himself up again as the dizziness increased.

He almost staggered, but caught himself before he fell and looked up, disoriented. He gave a small, shy, smile at his boyfriend. He gave a thumbs up and turned his body towards the hitters, giving the 'ok I'm good now, make them go away' action. Kuro nodded and screamed back to your positions.

The people on the other side of the net shrugged their shoulders and continued on what they were doing with serve receive. They would serve, the D.S or Libero would pass the ball Kenma would set and the attacker would hit it over then net.

"Alright," coach said as he called the other players into a huddle. "I've seen what we can do, our next game is a long time from now about 3 and a half weeks away so I you want to get hurt do it now." He said jokingly. "But seriously, I need good solid serves that will get up points. Serve it up," he said as the group broke.

Toss. Step. Hit.

The ball would float and move around almost like it was dancing in the air as it floated away and in bounds.

"Alright that's the end of practice put your balls away," the coach blushed, "no stop that put your volleyballs away and pack up..."

A loud smack then a thump and then the fain sound of a gasp before he fell unconscious to the floor. The server covered his mouth with his hand as he had realized that he had hit the 'precious setter' with a full power jump serve. Kenma lay on the floor unable to move and he server slowly attempted to back away.

Kuro saw the hole thing happen in slow motion, it appeared. He saw the ball make contact with the side of Kenma's face and the small gasp that he let out before he fell. Kuro watched as his poor setter fell and the relaxed, emotionless, face disappeared and was replaced with pain and discomfort.

He watched the setters face contort with agony as he lay on the ground. Kuro was on his knees beside his boyfriend. "Kenma kitten, I need you to wake up because if you don't wake up and tell me that 'it was and accident' or 'he didn't see me', I will literally kill whoever did this to you," Kuro said.

Kuro could feel a gentle squeeze of his hand and looked down to find his baby kitten struggling to open his eyes without wincing at the brightness or the pain at the back of his head. Kuro smiled as he found this position adorable even if his kitten was hurt he could still smile at the cuteness of him. Kuro snuck and arm under Kenma's shoulders and another under his legs and was about to pick him up before the coach shook his head.

"No," he said, "you really shouldn't move him, because we really can't find out what's wrong with him before the nurse comes and we don't know when that could be so we should just wait until then," he said. Kuro reluctantly nodded but as the rest of the team huddled up he could feel a tug on his shirt. "Kuro," Kenma whispered. "Kuro how did I end up on the floor? Are we still in the gym?" Kuro sighed. He really shouldn't move him but he wanted to care for his kitten. "Kenma, I'm pretty sure you have a concussion. You were hit pretty hard by the serve and I think that you hit your head when you fell. I'm taking you to your house," he said.

Kenma nodded. Then regretted it because he inhaled a sharp wince as he could feel he steadily pace is pain panging against the back of his head. Kuro escaped practice with an injured Kenma on his back and carried him to his house. Kuro lied. He actually ended up taking him to his house instead. It was close and Kuro knew that his parents wouldn't be home anyways.

He laid Kenma on his bed and Kuro headed downstairs towards his kitchen. And got some ice and a headache medicine just in case he WILL need it. He headed upstairs to a sleeping Kenma, curled in a ball one hand still clutching his aching head and dried tears staines his 'little itty bitty kitty face', and Kuro couldn't help but sigh. His poor baby setter, hurt because of a serve.

Kenma opened his eyes slowly and whimper quietly because of the sharp pain he felt due to the bright lights. He sat up holding his hand in his hands and looked at Kuro, scanning the room he realized that this wasn't his house at all, but it was...Kuro's?

Nausea stated to kick in about 5 minutes later. He had one hand wrapped around his stomach and the other was on the side of his face, pressed against his temples. He made a small whine that immediately [and apparently] got Kuro's immediate attention. Kenma stared up at Kuro who had looked down at him to make sure he's ok and after being ignored tugged slightly on Kurosaki's jersey.

Kuro caught on very fast, he had to with Kenma's hand screwed to his head and stomach he picked him up bridal style before carrying him to the toilet.

Kenma tried his best not to let the bile and vomit seep up his throat. He shook his head trying to clear the blurriness from his vision, when tears began to cascade down his face and he squeezed his stomach even more. "Kenma, you will feel better when you do," Kuro said. "I know it's nasty and gross but it will help." Kenma spent minutes with tears and bile running down his face and he even fainted in to Kuro's lap in exhaustion. He still had his eyes screwed shut in pain and discomfort. He smiled slightly up at Kuro.

Kenma still had his hand across his stomach. "My head feels like it's throbbing," he sighed. Kuro nodded. "I think that you have a concussion, that would explain the nausea."

Kuro again laid Kenma down and they both fell asleep on the couch.

A/N: OMG this is so bad! Augh, I'm so sorry I bet it's super short too. I'm so sorry but I'm still taking requests, I had actually wanted to post this Wednesday but my homework was a B***h and I hate 7th grade so much. Anyhow, I hope you like it. Maybe I'll even add an extra chapter!

Actually I'd love it if I did because this [my] concussion-fic don't seem to cut it. I'm a Bostonian, so ya.