Oikawa slowly woke up from his deep sleep. He had the weirdest dream. He sat up in bed and looked around. Wait a second. Bed? His room didn't have a bed. Where was he? Swinging his legs around, he stood up quickly. Immediately sitting back down at the waves of nausea and dizziness that rolled over him he started studying his surroundings.
The room he was in was a fairly good size and was obviously a bedroom. The walls were covered in posters of famous volleyball players and there was a silver trophy on the bookshelf. Next to the trophy was a picture of a volleyball team.
Standing up again, slowly this time, he walked over and picked up the picture. He recognized one of the people in the picture as a person from his dream.
Just then the door started opening and Oikawa's head whipped around to face the door.
The man with the spiky hair from the picture slowly pushed the door open. When he saw Oikawa out of bed he calmly walked over and set the tray he was carrying on the stand beside the bed. When he turned around, he noticed the boy staring at him silently, but didn't say anything. Instead he started walking towards the boy. Oikawa stiffened as the man drew closer, not knowing what to expect, but all the man did was open the closet door next to where Oikawa was standing, and pull out clean sheets and pillow cases. He then proceeded to start making the bed.
During all this time neither had said a word. As Iwaizumi finished making the bed he turned around and finally addressed the boy who had been silently staring at him the entire time.
"I made you some food and there's tea or milk if you're thirsty. I'm sure you have a headache so I put some Tylenol on the tray too. You probably still don't feel too well so I'll leave you alone too eat and then you can rest some more." Iwaizumi turned and started walking towards the door. Suddenly he thought of something and turned around. " Oh yeah, we had to take off your shirt to take care of your wounds but if you want to change there are some sweatpants and t-shirts in the bottom drawer of the dresser." He then left the room thinking about how when he turned around the boy was still silently watching him and hadn't moved a inch.
After the man left, Oikawa grabbed the clothes from the drawer and went into the attached bathroom to change. When he was done he slowly walked over to inspect the tray the man had left for him. There was, what looked like homemade chicken soup as well as some crackers. There was also, as the man had said, both tea and milk. Sitting to the side of the food was a small plastic cup with two pills in it. Assuming that this was the Tylenol, Oikawa quickly swallowed them with a sip of milk. He ate a few crackers and about half of the soup before the medicine kicked in and he started to feel sleepy. Setting the tray to the side, he climbed back in bed and pulled the covers up to his chin. He still didn't know what was going on but for now, he figured it was best to just do what he was told and wait and see what happened.
Meanwhile, outside the door, Iwaizumi was sitting at the kitchen table wondering how he was going to do this. Akaashi had to leave a few hours ago after bringing them over to Iwaizumi's apartment. Not exactly sure what to do when the boy woke up, Iwaizumi decided that the first thing to do would be to get the boys name. Then he could contact his family. Satisfied with his plan of action, Iwaizumi washed the dishes he had used, set up the automatic coffeepot for the next day, and headed to bed.