Title: Speechless
Author:
hotfruitsPrompt: 27. Solemnity at
30emotionsRating: PG-13
Characters: Keito-centric. HSJ. Keito/Hikaru. Yabu/Takaki.
Disclaimer: Nope
Summary: It was a day like any other day, and the thought that maybe I should be worried never struck me.
AN: Hospital!Keito
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jent_fanfics,
hikatorabu,
heysay_fanfic and
hsj_fics It was a day like any other day; Yabu and Takaki were engrossed in a magazine, talking quietly to each other as they read through the articles. Inoo was running his fingers through his hair, sighing as he starred down at text book. Daiki sat beside him, his brows furrowed in concern as he ate his pockey. Ryutaro was playing his DS, relaxing into the couch and Chinen was practicing twirls, talking animatedly to Ryutaro who would 'hmmm' in return. Yuto and Yamada were giggling in the corner, talking about the latest gossip floating around, as their English text books laid forgotten in their laps.
And then there was me, and Hikaru, who was as usual hanging all over me and pinching my cheeks, calling me his 'sweet Engrish-boy'. Everything was going along like it always did, and the thought that maybe I should be worried never struck me. It was the same old day, passing by in the same old routine.
Until as I was walking home, hands in my pockets and headphones blasting music into my ears, that a felt two heavy blows to my head, painful as hell one second and then numb the next. I don't really remember what happened after that, there was a woman's voice screaming but I couldn't make out what she was saying, and the flashing lights steadily coming closer until everything went dark, and it's been dark since.
I can feel though, and I can smell and I can hear but I cannot see what is going on around me, nor can I move my lips. I know for one fact that I am in a hospital, the contrasting smells of pristine cleanness and heavy amounts of blood telling me. I can feel needles in my arms and a tube down my throat, and someone is holding my hand tightly, as if they're afraid to let go. I can hear the steady beep of a machine, which is no doubt connected to my heart beat and voices, a lot of voices. There's one voice saying He's lost a lot of blood, doctor! and there's another one saying We haven't been able to reach his father or mother, Sir but there's one voice that stands out amongst the rest, comforting and soft, familiar.
C'mon Keito, c'mon they say and squeeze my hand tighter for a second, before easing up.
I can't tell who it is, but I know I know this person, I know they're important to me and that their presence makes me feel at ease.
What's going to happen, sir? Is he going to be okay? they sound scared, and I wish I could comfort them, the way they're comforting me, but my body can't respond to my requests.
...possible brain damage, impaired senses, we don't know yet because it's too soon, but once he's stable we'll...
It's already so dark in here but it seems to have gotten darker, and I can hear their voice screaming, crying and I want to reach out, hold them close to me but I can't, it's too dark and I can't do anything. Th beeping from the machine is loud and fast and I hear people running but I cannot hear their words anymore, all I can hear is a long beep, echoing painfully in my head and then nothing.
Just darkness and quiet.