I made a small attempt to write some dialogue in this chapter but I am not really good at it. I appreciated all of your comments though and attempted to put some dialogue in. Hopefully till the next chapter I will have become better with it.

Chapter3:

Sawamura 's head felt heavy, loud noises kept bombarding his brain endlessly, ending up in a jumbled meaningless mess. It felt like that time when he was a young boy. His parents had thought it was a good idea to take a sickly child to a 3-D cinema, thinking that it would make him "happy" and "cheer him up". Contrary it made him feel even more giddy and worsen his fever . He had been flooded with so many stimuli simultaneously that he became confused and left the cinema feeling even more moody, dizzy and chaotic than before. Right now he was feeling pretty similarly to that time.

Everything kept doing loopholes around his eyes, some of them were even skateboarding. There was only one reason for it. Either he had totally lost is mind, or he had drunk some really tough drink before he went to bed. He could remember nothing from what had been happening the last few days . Whatever had happened though it had left traces of bitterness and resentment on the tip of his tongue. His brain was filled with sadness and misery. What had happened? Frowning his eyebrows he concentrated a hard as he could. Oh, okay now he remembered. No wonder he was feeling like hell. Shouldn't he be dead by now though? Was this what death felt like? Surely not, he felt way too alive to be dead .Maybe the blade hadn't pierce him as deep as he initially thought after all. Next time he would have to make sure to do it properly then.

An irritating noise disturbed his train of thought, if he concentrated hard enough he could even make some words. Probably a voice, which meant there was a person beside him. Who was it though? . no matter the person it belonged it was bothersome as hell. It was so annoyingly loud that it was piercing and disturbing his own train of thoughts. What could it possibly want from him? He could hear it, it was trying to talk to him; asking something from him but he couldn't make sense of it. Dead people couldn't hear voices . He must had been alive after all. His prayer hadn't gotten unanswered in the end, someone heard them and finally helped him out. His heart swelled with hope, there was still someone left that cared for him. Not everyone hated him and avoided him after all… The question was who was that person and where was he? He searched for a familiar voice, but couldn't find any. The only logical answer was that he had been send to some sort of hospital. Hopefully it wasn't a mental institute. He was many things; stubborn, idiotic, weak, heck he may even had a few lose screws there and here but he definitely wasn't mad. First and foremost everyone had a few los screws it was only natural - to be sane everyone needed a small dose of insanity to bring some balance to their minds-. At least that is what his parents told him ; their ancestors did have a history of mental illness and insanity and they probably weren't the best people to trust.

Sawamura gave up trying to understand the person's words, they made no sense to him. His mind wandered again, reminding him again the most questions he had been trying to find answers for them to end in vain again unreturned.

-Where was he? What was going on? More importantly , who kept making all this noise around him? If he was awake he would have honestly slapped them by now. Heck, he would have even called for them to "stop their nonstop nagging", it was getting on his nerve! That is when the miracle happened, Sawamura finally responded to a stimuli, waking him out of his comatose- like state. Sawamura accused the needles that kept poking him. Those needles could even awake a dead man- so tremendous the pain he felt was.

"Will you stop it, all that poking is hurting me!" , Sawamura quietly responded through his persisting, throbbing headache.

" I am sorry ,I will be gone in just a moment. Sorry for any disturbances. Sweat dreams young man.", said the nurse kindly.

Nurse Mary: couldn't find a more common name. LOL ; )

Finally, an exhale of relief found its way out of her mouth. He was awake, alive and kicking. This meant he was going to heal. When they brought him here he was covered in blood from head to toe, his pulse was so low - that they thought he was nearly gone. Thankfully the medical team went to work quickly and managed to somehow revert the damage done. That wouldn't have happened without Sawamura' s persistence to live though. The boy was a stubborn thing for sure, otherwise he wouldn't have survived that long with any proper blood flow. Thank God for it ; because it helped him pull though this critical night without a hinge.

Amazingly no internal damage was done to his body and his brain hadn't suffer any damage from oxygen loss. His road to recovery was clear, but the hospital couldn't help him mentally. That would have to be overseen by someone else, they were a hospital not a psychiatrist office! You couldn't believe how many people thought of that. Yesterday a man ad come asking for a physiologist. Apparently he couldn't handle living without his precious two fingers. If he wasn't so stupid he wouldn't be trying to light those fireworks without taking precautions. Stupid people and their stupid ideas! Imagine having to deal with them every day. She swore they would make her insane in the end! Thankfully her job was done here, with these patient. Two more to go and then a very needed coffee break . She would come back after an hour to check on Sawamura; for now he seemed to needed his rest. The noises that notified her presence and work made a lot of cricking and loud sounds; and they definitely didn't help to aid his sleep. She finally left closing the door softly behind them, careful not to wake him up.

Sawamura' s POV:

After he heard the door closing he felt serene again. Engulfed in this silent heaven, he fell asleep allowing himself to relax for a bit and fall back into Morpheus arms.

Sawamura woke up after what felt like an eternity. His mind was still hazy but his eyes weren't feeling a heavy as they were initially. He opened his eyes carefully, peaking through the crack of his eyes afraid of the sight he would see. There was nothing though, nothing at all. Everything was filled with blackness. He began hyperventilating and panicking, what was going on? He sat up suddenly , his eyes opening wide with fear. He could still see something but some parts still looked completely black. Fear crippled him. His hands were shaking. Experimentally he placed one above his right let out an exhale of relief. He could still see clearly. Then he placed a trembling hand over his left eye….. Cold realization hit Sawamura hard, he couldn't see-his right eye had become completely blind-,. How could this have happened? More importantly would they still allow him to play baseball half blind?

They had to! He wasn't crippled or anything, of course he could still play. It would need some adjustments but he would do it, baseball was the only thing left for him, his only hope. His family had given up on him having any decent future, this was his only chance to prove them wrong. He had sweat blood to get those perfect scores to get that full scholarship, they had no right to kick him out of the school! He couldn't fail his parents again . He couldn't bare those cold looks his parents would give him if he did fail and especially their painful words:

"Another thing you are not good at. Maybe this world is not made for you", his mother always told him; filled with disappointment.

"No need to worry my dear ,I am sure that there are still a few works you do not require to have a degree to work . Maybe a kobini worker or a house cleaner , they do not need very special abilities." , his father would answer back to her.

"Maybe he will be able to find a job after all but I am not willing to have him under my roof forever if he does not. He will be forced to find a job somehow, otherwise he can live in the streets too. I don't care."His mother would answer back spitefully.

Of course they were his parents they wouldn't say anything but that look would be enough to understand the consequences. They would probably send him in his room without a day's worth of food to "reflect on his actions", like they always did . Once he was 18 he was certain that they would kick him out of the house, they didn't really care for his own wellbeing after all. He wasn't really her son…He was just the child from his father's first failed marriage and because of this his whole future had been overwritten as a failure. After all as his stepmother usually said: your background foreshadows your future and he didn't have a very bright future ahead of him.

A soft knock was heard from the door and it opened gently. A young woman came in. She couldn't be any older than forty years old, maybe even younger. There were dark circles around her eyes, her black hair were tied in a messy bun at the top of her head and she was wearing a white striped knee length dress, with a white apron over the dress. Her smile seemed warm but when she opened her mouth he was ready to bolt the room. As soon as he heard it, he cringed. So the annoying voice had a face. That completely changed everything and made this woman his worst enemy. Her appearance became equally horrible just like that voice- annoying, irritating and bothersome. She asked if he felt fit enough to see some visitors . He answered yes without a second thought. Doubt soon started eroding him away again. Initially he felt excited , finally someone seemed to care for him. After months of no touch and human contact starvation he felt eager to see someone. His body was filled with dread , his stomach coiled in guilt and worry. They would probably look at him disgusted , hateful wondering how he could have done something like this. Their eyes would glare at him, maliciously and vengefully. What he was faced with in reality was beyond his imagination.

His friends came in, it was Haruichi and Furuya, followed by Ryosuke and Kuramochi behind them. Their eyes were red. The dark circles underneath their eyes and their lip chewing made their worry apparent. As soon as Haruichi saw him he run up to him hugging him tightly, sobbing as if there was no tomorrow. He was practically begging Sawamura to forgive him:

"I am so sorry Eijun , please try to forgive us all. I know that our actions were inexcusable but please try to. We feel as felt as if we are failures. You supported us through all of our troubles but we couldn't support you when you needed us the most. We left our feelings take the worst of us. You felt and acted so different that we didn't know how to help you or how to act with you… We honestly hoped that if we left alone you alone you would heal on your own. You always asked us to leave you alone to resolve your problems if you were troubled. We thought you could resolve it on your own . We hadn't realized how bad it had become …..". Haruichi ranted endlessly and talked so fast that he couldn't follow his words after a bit.

Furuya suddenly stepped forward, putting a hand softly on Haruichi's back to stop his panicking ranting and willing fully took the lead.

"What he is trying to say is that we are all very ashamed of ourselves, we should have done better but we didn't. I know we can' t change the past but please give us a second chance. We will truly prove that we are different. We won't let our vengeance for the match losses take the best of us ever again." Furuya said sternly . He looked very shaken up. His from didn't give anything away ; but the way he kept avoiding his eyes and their rabbit movements betrayed his true feelings.

Sawamura didn't answer back , he simply stared at them. He didn't know if he should trust them. He could give them a second chance but he would need time to heal. He certainly wouldn't be able to trust them like he did before but he would try to.

They left hurriedly and quietly closed the door behind them. This only left him alone with Kuramochi and Ryosuke. The atmosphere seemed electrified and filled with discomfort. He wished the walls would open up and drown him as best they could , hiding him from the two people he feared the most. He didn't want to hear their judgment or pity. Thankfully he was in the hospital and Kuramochi wouldn't be allowed to try his moves on him. Just to be sure he would page the nurse with the button in his bedside as soon as Kuramochi came slightly closer to him. He had no time to react when he came forward though. Both of them hugged him at the same time, each from a different side.

"Baka , do you know how worried we were for you?" Ryosuke exclaimed softly in his ears, hugging him slightly more powerfully but equally gently.

"Don't do this to us ever again, I thought you were dead when I found you on the floor like that. Next time if you have a problem just speak to us , don't keep it all bottled up inside you." Kuramochi whispered gently to him. His hands petted Sawamura's hair softly.

Sawamura lost it, he couldn't hold it in. He finally felt cared for by someone and it felt wonderful. He didn't have to be alone anymore . A smile made its self apparent on his lips . After all he had found his saviors. He had someone to stand with him by his side. They felt like his true friends, they helped him when he truly needed someone to save him! His tears felt like a river, he couldn't stop them. They weren't tears of pain though- they were tears of happiness, contentment, and appreciation-. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get over this thing that had hang on to him so easily but there was someone to help him now; there was hope for him. Even if they both were such big jackasses they were the only reliable, stable source of friendship he had and he would take them as they were.

At a point he must have felt sleep inside their warm embrace and exhaustion because he couldn't remember anything other than r crying his eyes out. The moment he woke up again it was dark outside and there was no one there. They had obviously left, back to the dorms. He hadn't told them the truth. He couldn't bare the truth. Plus he didn't want to tell them the truth, he didn't want to admit he was half blind. He just wanted to pretend he was normal. He knew he had to tell them eventually, maybe next week but for now he just wanted to feel normal for as long as he possibly could and try to forget his problems. This was what he would do for the time being until maybe later. For now he was happy as he was, finding a new hope and someone to lean on to, he didn't care what tomorrow would bring. He was just sated with his current state.

Ending of the third chapter. I hope you liked it. Please review.

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