"Excuse me, but could you please tell me what ward Akashi Seijuro is in?" Midorima asked the front desk, his voice barely steady.
After providing identification, the four anxious boys rushed to the waiting area and spotted a man with the same fiery red hair as Akashi Seijuro.
This.. was surely Akashi Masaomi, but he lacked his usual authoritative aura.
The boys stopped as soon as they saw his arms and shirt covered in bloodstains. He was sitting on the pristine chair, eyes glazed over, his hands trembling.
"Akashi-san… I apologise for intruding. I am Kuroko Tetsuya from Akashi-kun's middle school basketball team. We heard that he was admitted to this hospital….Have you.. Have you heard anything?"
Masaomi's eyes were spacing out in the distance and he seemed to take a moment to realise that Kuroko was talking to him. He glanced up, not even in a sound mind to question how the boys knew about this, and managed, "He… he is alive…" Taking a deep breath to gather his will he continued, "He's in a medically induced coma, and has been put on suicide watch." His head wanted nothing more than to bend down, as waves of shame overcame his body. He had failed his son.
He had failed.
The boys bowed respectfully before filing out of the waiting area, and dealt with the news themselves.
Alive. Good news.
Coma. Bad news.
Suicide watch. Bad news.
There was shock written clearly on all of their faces. They expected this, and yet it hurt so much. Kuroko felt his heart being ripped from his body, and pulled to the floor. He felt his knees buckle and vision blur as his whole body began to shake violently. His hand was clutching the wall and he bent his head, leaning closer to the wall, bumping against it as his first tears fell on the floor at his feet.
The dam was broken, and Kuroko sobbed, and sobbed, stuffing a hand in his mouth trying to stop the whimpering. He fell on the floor with a clatter and folded into himself, ignoring everyone, everything.
Around him, Kise had fled, running past doctors, nurses, equipment, trying desperately to find a way to digest this news. Before he knew it he was on a balcony, the cold wind freezing tears he didn't know was running down his face. Clutching the frozen metal railing like it was a lifeline, he choked, and tears streamed down his face, splattering on his shoes. Suddenly a warm body crashed into him from behind, squeezing him tight. Aomine.
He turned around and faced him, holding onto his shirt like a newborn held his mother's finger, and sobbed into Aomine's shirt. He could feel the strong body of his waver slightly, as he was shaking furiously.
Aomine, his Ahomine.
Midorima witnessed the immediate flight on Kise, and Aomine hot on his heels. He saw Kuroko collapse on the floor beside him, whimpering into his arms.
He walked carefully and sank next to Kuroko, completely ignoring the fact that he was sitting on the floor in a hospital. He looked dead ahead, not daring himself to look at Kuroko's heart-breaking silhouette. And he slung his hand around Kuroko, allowing his friend to cry on his shoulder as he pushed his head against the wall, tears betraying him.
Author's Notes:
Have a great Valentine's Day everyone:))) Rmb to give yourself a hug for existing!
Also I just wanted to say: I was looking at my story traffic and there are so many people from all over the world! (It is rly crazy)
To people who are currently in any capacity being affected by the coronavirus/harsh weathers/conflicts or anything that makes you have to worry about your stability, stay safe and stay awesome. I LOVE YOU GUYS!
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