Daichi POV

     Daichi Sawamura yawned nice and big from in the back of the ambulance, earning himself a glare from the white haired man in the driver's seat. They practically flew down the icy roads to respond to the call, and luckily at three in the morning there wasn't really enough traffic to make the trip long or particularly dangerous. He found himself worried whenever his partner, Semi Eita, had to drive in the early mornings. He was a bit disappointed by the fact that he didn't get to sleep a bit longer, but a small pang of guilt reminded he was still breathing, and wasn't a John Doe lying on the side of the road in these temperatures half dead.

     He was jerked forward and then hard to the side, a small creaking coming from the ambulance. The noise was barely audible over the sirens. Clearly, they just took a turn. He tried to think of something to say before Semi drove them off a bridge. He sat quietly in the driver's seat, a deep frown line almost permanent on his forehead and between his brows reflected in the rear view.

     "Relax a bit, will you?" Daichi tried, standing and clasping his shoulder. "We're almost there; we'll get it over with and then we'll go back and sleep."

     "I'm not tense because I'm tired. I'm tense because that was a weird call." Semi ran his hand down his face, slowing the truck as they approached the scene. Daichi could see the car and a figure lying in front of it. Shaking his hands out before glancing back to face him after the truck lurched to a full stop, Eita sighed, "It's not every day someone is sprinting around the forest between the highway and the suburbs in pajamas and jumps in front of a car at the butt crack of dawn in this cold."

     "You're not wrong, it's a pretty far distance between here and any home." Daichi grimaced. Eita appeared thoughtful, tilting his head back and forth as if weighing it out before he reached to the front passenger seat and grabbed his gear before sprinting to the scene. Daichi turned back and grabbed his own bag, before throwing the back door open.

     "We're gonna need a backboard!" Semi called back, dropping his bag on the ground. He slipped his fingers beneath their chin, searching for a pulse. His eyes widened, alarmed, and pressed his ear against the chest of the victim. The woman who had been driving choked on a sob and turned away. Daichi moved to assist her, but she shook her head frantically. She had a small scratch above her brow, and she covered it with her hand quickly.

     "I'm fine, just please! Help him! I tried to stop but I don't know if it was enough." She hiccuped, and Daichi nodded. "I was going so fast." He returned to the ambulance, dragging the back board to Semi. "He just—He just stood there!"

     "How's it looking?"

     "Male, mid to late twenties. Pulse is steady but pretty weak; we'll check his blood pressure in the ambulance. He may have a few broken ribs, a broken nose, and a collapsed lung. Fractured arm, unsure of severity however it's not compound, which is always fun." Semi lifted his eye lids, flashing light into them. "Pupils are reacting fine, but still probably has a concussion of some sort. Looks like he sustained plenty of surface deep wounds, most are brand new from this accident, but he's been beat to hell. It looks like she hit him once already a while ago. See here, how this is scabbing up, and here scarring is beginning. He also has a long chain around his ankle that looks like it locks onto something at the end." Semi sighed, before they hoisted him up onto the back board and into the ambulance.

     They only waited a few seconds longer before a cop car and another ambulance arrived. Asahi and Nishinoya emerged from the doors of the police vehicle, shivering in the breeze. Kageyama jumped from the second ambulance, followed closely by Yahaba, and they immediately began tending to the woman. "What's the situation?" Noya asked, leaning against the back door.

     "Rushing John Doe for further assessment and the like. The little Miss over there is a bit hysterical. She might have a concussion from the steering wheel and bruised ribs from the air bag, so you may want to take a statement now for reference later or something." Daichi said, as they strapped down the man to the gurney.

     "No ID on the injured?" Nishinoya's brows went up high.

     "Not at all. His face is far to beat up to really be able to tell who it is," Daichi sighed. "Male, and we believe mid to late twenties."

     Asahi called from in front of the car. "Looks like we have some personal-effects over here." He crouched down, and picking it up with his gloved hands. He brushed snow off the top, and looked over his shoulder with a puzzled glance. "It's a notebook?"

     Daichi squinted at him through the dim light, tilting his head questioningly. Semi interrupted his train of thought, patting Daichi's shoulder and saying, "He's all hooked up," before climbing through to the front.

     "Alright, well, we'll buy you a drink tomorrow night. Drag along those three setters, they could all use a little fun I think." Noya laughed, patting the side of the ambulance as Daichi shut the doors. Daichi chuckled, and Semi snorted in annoyance.

     "Let's get this show on the road," Daichi said, and Semi made eye contact in the rearview, before nodded and driving off. He stabilized the man's head and broken arm before putting an IV into the uninjured one. He stared down at his face, familiarity nudging its way into his head. He noticed a bit of blood coming out of his left ear. His vitals were okay enough, but he struggled to breathe the entire way to the hospital.

     Once they arrived, doctors swarmed the gurney, pushing it through the doors back into the operation room. He saw Sugawara, and called for him. "Hey! We got a live one!"

     Suga spun around, his big eyes wide in surprise. He looked like a grey haired angel to Daichi, and he nearly stumbled at the sight of him.

     "Someone prep the operation room, stat!" He cried out after pulling off his medical mask. Rushing to the side of the gurney, he gripped it firmly before asking, "Any ID?"

     "None at all, not on his person at least. He sustained a fractured left arm, blown ear drum, and concussion." Semi replied quickly from the other side. "There's plenty of other things going on but those are the main issues."

     "He's struggling to breath, why?" Suga asked, as they pushed through another set of doors. They approached the last pair, and the three fell back and allowed the surgeons to move on.

     "I'd say there's three broken ribs on his right side, and a collapsed lung. You don't have any idea who it was either?" Daichi asked incredulously.

     Suga shook his head. "Nope, no idea. His face was so beat up I wouldn't have been able to tell really anyways, but I'm sure we know him. This town is way to small not to know who it is. I think once he's cleaned up and healed a bit I could name him. He's familiar as hell."

     "He was definitely familiar. I'm sure we'll have an idea of who he is in a few days. Someone will report it. But make sure to do a full assessment of the poor dude." Daichi shook his head.

     "I agree on a full body check, 'cause did you see the swell on his ankle?" Semi asked exasperatedly. "He must have been sustaining injuries for weeks, and I'm doubting getting hit by a car even got close to topping the list of bad things that have happened."

     Suga grimaced, nodding before looking into the room through the windows. "We'll probably run all kinds of tests. I'll request a rape kit, just in case, too." He sighed, and shook his head. "To bad he won't be my charge. Shouldn't y'all better get back out into the ambulance before you're missed?" His smile was blindingly bright, and Daichi swooned. Semi rolled his eyes as the two drooled over each other.

     "Come on lovebird, we've got paperwork to complete." He groaned as he dragged Daichi away.

     "I'll call you later!" Daichi cried out, earning a sweet, small wave from Suga, and Semi muttering under his breath.