The entire flight there, he was preparing himself.
He only told the ones back home of his plans, and no one in America knew of his trip over.
All he could think of was how to encourage Kagami, anything that he could do that might help him fight to get stronger. This wasn't the same as a basketball game, though.
This was something far more serious, and he was hitting a wall that he wasn't sure if he could get over. Would he crumble when he saw the other? Would he have the right words to say? Was he even the person the other needed right now?
When the wheels finally touched down on the runway, he forced himself to shake away the doubt and move forward toward his destination.

The hospital smelled strongly of antiseptic and sterlization, his brows wrinkling as he moved to the main desk to ask for directions to Kagami's room. As expected, it took a few moments for the small woman to notice his presence at the counter.
"Ah! Oh, goodness! You surprised me!"
A tad embarrssed, the woman looked over the teen and gave a sheepish smile.
"Is there something I can help you with?"
"Could I have the room for Kagami Taiga, please?"
"Kagami Taiga...let me just see here...oh! There he is!"
It was at this particular moment that he was glad he had studied up on English after his former teammate left for the states.

Quickly scribbling something down, she handed him a little piece of paper with the room number '4025' on it and the title 'VISTOR' in big black print written in the center.
"If you turn this corner and head straight down, you'll reach the elevators. Take them to the fourth floor and a quick right should get you to his room!"
Thanking her, he made his way to the elevators. Once inside and on his way up, the doubt began to drown him again.
What could he say? What could he do? Was this all pointless?
NO!
The elevator doors finally opened as he reached the fourth floor and he stepped out and into the hallway. To the right. Making a right, he came face to face with that room number in only a seconds time. There was no time for doubt. He didn't travel this far to abandon the other. He knew why he was there, and he was going to make it known.
Swallowing down the vomit of feelings that was trying to push it's way out of him, he took hold of the door handle and took his first steps into the other's new, broken world.

He head was turned away from the door, his gaze stuck on the windows that oversaw a large lake which rested behind the hospital. His lower half was covered by a blanket but there wasn't much doubt as to what it looked like underneath; a sea of bandages.
The sound of the door had pulled him from his thoughts, however, and red suddenly clashed with blue.
"Kuroko..."
While he was surprised, he couldn't force out the emotions to show it. His voice was flat, his eyes lacking the shine they always had before this. He looked over the bluenette and forced out a hollow chuckle, dropping his gaze to his hands, which rested in his lap.
"Pretty pathetic, huh? They said it would be a pretty big miracle if I could ever play basketball again. That is, if I can ever even walk again."

Kuroko moved forward then, coming to stand with his legs nearly pressed against the side of Kagami's bed.
"Kagami-kun."
He lifted his gaze at the sound of the other's voice, and was thrown off at the sudden pressure of his small fist pushing against the side of his chest.
"You will walk again, Kagami-kun. You will walk again and we will play our basketball again. Because I believe in Kagami-kun the most."
Words he shared before they seperated. Words that rang truer now, more than ever.
He always believed in Kagami, and he always would. Kagami was his light, and he was his shadow. He couldn't be that shadow if his light went out, and he would do everything he could to prevent that.

Kuroko's words seemed to spark emotion deep within the other and for the first time since the accident, tears welled up in his eyes. He was overcome by everything he had shut out until this moment, and he couldn't hold anything back. His chest ached, his head throbbed, and the tears seemed endless as they fell onto his trembling hands.
Kuroko stayed quiet in that moment but moved his body forward, his thin arms coming to wrap around Kagami's broad shoulders. His cheek rest against the back of Kagami's head and he inhaled, taking in all of the males scent. Taking in everything that he was in those moments.
Kagami simply buried his head in the crook of Kuroko's arm, using it as support to rest his weight against.

There was no more doubt.
Kagami was his partner. He was his light. He was everything he had wanted for so long but couldn't admit until that moment. That moment so vulnerable, one wrong move could shatter everything.

Kagami was the person he loved the most, and he would stay beside him through everything.