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Nishinoya crouched low, staring at asahi through the net. He knew Suga would set to the tall brunet so he mentally prepared himself.
Asahi ran up to the net and jumped, his hand colliding violently with the ball.
Nishinoya threw himself towards where the ball was heading. He extended his arms and collided with the floor.
The ball was sent up to the setter but nishinoyas arm made a loud cracking noise.
He heard the bone splinter then felt the blinding pain.
He knew he dove weird, plus the force of Asahis spike sent him over the edge.
Nishinoya laid there, scared to move in fear of more pain. Yamaguchi and Hinata were the first two next to him, as they were closest.
Nishinoya sat up but cried out in pain, clutching the limb to his chest.
He tried to open his eyes but all he could see were black spots clouding his view.
Coach Ukai ran over along with the rest of the team. "Are you alright?" The coach asked, crouching down next to Nishinoya.
"I think it's broken... Is that blood" Nishinoyas voice sounded foreign even to him.
"Oh shit, that is! Suga call an ambulance"
Sugawara ran from the circle to the main building to get a phone.
Nishinoya tried to stand up but was met with more pain. "I didn't know arm bones could pierce skin..."
Nishinoya could barely keep himself upright, he never was good with blood.
Hinata crouched down next to Nishinoya and locked eyes with him.
"You'll be fine, the doctors are probably on their way already,"
"Wouldn't it be the paramedics?" Kageyama spoke, also looking quite queasy from the wound on their libero.
"C-close enough" Nishinoya could feel his eyelids getting heavy. Why did his arm have to bleed? Anything else he could've dealt with, and with a shred of dignity.
He could barely feel the hand clamp on his shoulder but when he saw Hinatas reassuring expression he realized it would be fine.
That's when he blacked out.
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Nishinoya woke up in the hospital bed. He looked around the spotless room. The floor was plastered with grained tiles, and the walls were nothing more than green privacy curtains except for the doorway out of the room.
Nishinoya looked down at the IV tubes in his arm. Naturally he ripped them out, needles were also not his strong suit. He got queasy thinking about the needles and closed his eyes, breathing heavily.
He wiggled the fingers on his broken arm, now cemented into a cast.
He could feel small jets of pain with each movement, but he ignored those pains. He reached over to the table next to him to get the cup of water sitting there.
As he was leaning he caught a glimpse of the window to the outside world.
Nishinoya gave up his perilous task of retrieving the water and stared out his window. How much time had passed?
The stars shine bright over his view from many stories up.
He managed to shift himself to an upright position and swung his feet over the side of the bed. Nishinoya delicately placed his bare feet on the cold tile, sending chills down his spine.
He tentatively put the weight on his lower limbs and rose off the bed. He walked around the edge of the bed towards the big windows in his room. Nishinoya walked past an empty bed, hoping it wouldn't be occupied before he left.
Nishinoya reached the window and leaned his good arm on the sill. The view was magnificent.
It took him a moment to realize there was no way he was still in Miyagi.
The city lights shone from the grounds below his room. It was stunning to see the outline of tall buildings on the night skyline.
He grinned at the site, wincing slightly from the pain in his arm.
Nishinoya walked back over to the bed. He pulled out the chart hanging off the back and flipped through it. On the first page it said he had a mild concussion and an open fracture in his right arm. There was a small section of the chart that said he was at Hōnan hospital in Sendai.
Nishinoya sat back down on the bed, sighing loudly.
He laid there for about half an hour when a doctor walked in. He looked up at the man walking in, hoping he could explain the situation.
"Hello, Nishinoya." He picked up the chart and combed through. "Nasty fall eh?"
Nishinoya nodded. "Volleyball,"
The doctor set his chart back in the pocket on the bed. "How you feeling?"
Nishinoya smiled lightly, wincing in pain a moment after. "Well that's to be expected, you've only been here a few hours."
The doctor leaned on the edge of the bed, a smile playing at his lips. "I know visiting hours are up but you still have someone waiting for you and I think I can sneak them in"
Nishinoya smiled and agreed. "Who is it?"
"Well he was about your height with bright orange hair."
Nishinoya thought for a moment before realizing Hinata must've stayed behind.
"How late is it?" the brunet questioned.
The doctor glanced at his watch. "About ten thirty, why?"
Nishinoya smiled "no reason."
A few minutes later Hinata burst through the door and ran to the bed.
"I thought you died!" Hinata exclaimed, grabbing the shorter boys' shoulder.
"I hope I didn't" Nishinoya smiled at the orange haired boy. Hinatas arm fell from his shoulder. Nishinoya missed the warm grasp of the younger boy as soon as he let go.
He was glad someone was here when he woke up, it would be lonely. Hinata really was kind, there was no way he would make it home and get enough sleep to go to school tomorrow.
"It's so late why are you still here? You should be getting ready for school tomorrow!"
Hinata looked almost hurt at this comment. "Because I was worried about you!"
Nishinoya smiled at the first year. "Thanks,"
"My parents are pretty mad but it's alright," Hinata smiled back at the libero. "Most of the team left a couple hours ago but I didn't want you to wake up alone"
Nishinoya felt something warm in his chest. Hinata stayed for him, regardless if his parents were mad. He stayed for Nishinoya like nobody else would've.
"Thanks" once again was all he could sputter out. This first year was incredibly thoughtful after all.
Before Nishinoya knew what happened he started to sob. He couldn't pinpoint why the tears were rolling down his face but there they were.
"Noya-san what's wrong?" Hinata reached out and grabbed his shoulder, unable to grab his arm due to the cast. Nishinoya covered his face, catching his breath.
"You treat your senpai so well," he placed a hand on Hinatas, joking to play off the sobs.
He stopped his tears and took a deep breath. "How are you getting home?"
Hinata looked down at his feet. "I can't go home tonight I was gonna sleep in the waiting room,"
It was Nishinoyas turn to look flabbergasted.
"There is now way you can do that! Come here." Nishinoya scooted over so Hinata could lay next to him on the bed.
"You sleep here."
Hinata tentatively laid down next to the brunet. Nishinoya rolled over so his back was now facing the first year.
"Good night, shoyou,"
Hinata turned so his back touched the other boys'.
"Night, noya-senpai"
"Call me Yuu"
He immediately regretted those three words until he heard the first year mutter back "Night, Yuu"
The way it rolled off the other boys' tongue made the older boy smile.
He never liked his name but hearing it from Shoyou,
It made all the pain worth it.