Hinata-
The body consuming burn of the pain medication envelops my being. My chest tightening slightly, arms and legs tingling, brain a foggy land that can barely comprehend the nurses that come and go from my room.
Some doctors try to explain the situation to me, but I don't care. I want to be left alone.
I can't do anything myself at this point, no way could I even begin to think about playing volleyball again, let alone walk to the bathroom.
All the medications make me tingle, make my head a flurry of nothingness. I can't understand half of what comes into the room; even the clock on the wall looks slightly foreign to my eyes now.
The physical therapist comes in, stretching my legs up to my chest, then extending them back out. Apparently in the event to try and keep my muscles from atrophying more than they already have, which is a lot.
I can barely stand for a minute, the muscles feeling much more like pudding. My legs shaking, the lady having to keep my held up under my arms, I feel like a damn toddler.
Both therapists can tell I hate it, being treated like a baby who's just learning to walk again. It's annoying as hell.
I'm finally left alone after an hour of the work, my leg muscles are spasming of their own accord. I can see the blanket moving with their movements, freaky.
Maybe this is a good thing? The physical therapy?
Or maybe it's just another hopeful attempt to keep me alive.
Is that even what I want?
Guess I'll have to try out living for a little longer.
Maybe it won't be so bad.
Not if they're all still here with me this far along.
Not if Kageyama is still here.