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Daichi-

I get off the phone with Coach Ukai, he's going to try and get ahold of Hinata's parents. I'm just about to walk back to the waiting room when I'm approached by a nurse, "Are you with Hinata Shouyou?" She questions, and I nod curtly.

"Yes ma'am, is everything going okay?" I ask.

"The doctor needs to know if anything like this has happened before. I know you're not related, but it is imperative to make a diagnosis. It seems that he's not getting better, all we can do is give him pain medicine, and anti-nausea medication," she looks so worried about him.

I take a moment to think before answering, "I have never personally heard of him having an episode like this, Hinata has always been in great health."

"So he has never been sick like this before? Correct?" She nods, and I nod.

"Yes ma'am, that is correct," I think again, "and his parents are healthy as far as I know, as well."

"Alright, that helps, thank you very much!" She bows and quickly walks away.

I make my way back to the waiting room, "Kageyama went to get milk, what did Coach Ukai say?" Sugawara asks me, inviting me back over to the seat.

"He's going to call Takeda and see about calling Hinata's parents. He might even come up here to check on him," I sigh, sitting down in the uncomfortable chair, "how are you handling this?"

His eyes glance down at the floor, sadness filling them, "I'm not sure, I haven't even seen him since he got here, but I feel so terrible that I couldn't do more for him." I tentatively reach over to grab his hand, "Daichi?" He looks up at me.

"Don't feel bad, you did everything an untrained person could do in that situation, I'm sure. Hinata is going to be just fine, Suga, don't you worry about anything," I smile to him. He reaches over and wraps his arms around me, placing his forehead on my shoulder.

"Daichi…" He mumbles, his voice cracking slightly, "You're amazing to me."

My face flushes slightly as he says that, and I hug him tight, mostly to avoid him seeing me blush.

"What the hell?" Suga quickly untangles from me, and I see the bright red flush across his face.

"Did you get your milk, Kageyama?" I ask, and he raises an eyebrow while drinking from the obvious carton in his hand.

"Well, considering I have the milk in my hand," he smirks, walking back over to us, "I would think that I have the milk."

"Okay, smartass," I sigh.