A/N: The Song Above is Save You by The Moxy

Akaashi

     The wheel chair felt odd beneath Akaashi's legs. He wore an oversized sweater that drew over his fingers, which he fidgeted with the sleeve endlessly. Pulling the sleeves over his fingers and back down over and over, he stared out the window absentmindedly. He rested his forehead against the glass, attempting to calm his breathing. It fogged against the glass out of his nose, but he didn't mind as it hazed away his view.

     He squeezed his eyes shut, letting his head hang. The silence in the room crowded in on him, his thoughts pelting him like hail. Biting down on his bottom lip, the metallic taste of blood dragging his senses and his mind to a halt. He calmed a bit, the hot blood against his lip proved his heart was still pumping.

     He knew he was acting strange. The transparent tip toeing his friends were doing didn't fool him at all. He knew he didn't talk at all; he knew he was completely unresponsive to when spoken to at times due to his own thoughts; he knew he was keenly aware of touch in a scary way.

     A female doctor had been adjusting his pillow, which he could handle, when a man entered the room. He had blonde hair and a mask on, and he sauntered over to the bed side with a needle of his medication. Akaashi nearly had a heart attack. Another doctor, also male, tried to examine him but he would not let him touch him, and broke down into tears.

     Due to the results of the rape kit being confidential, and the fact that one was performed was confidential, most of the assisting doctors or his friends didn't understand his sudden combative attitude or explosive panic. The doctors figured out how to deal with his issues with them, though. Suga now was assigned to watch over him and his progress, with various female nurses coming to take care of him.

     He tried to figure out a way not to be so nervous around his friends, his fear of them more having to do with shame than actual weariness.

     He bit down on his lip again, more blood dripping with the taste flowering against his tongue.

     He had fell into his head once again, and hadn't quite noticed Kuroo come into the room to creep behind him. He wrapped an arm around him, resting his cheek against Akaashi's hair, breathing in his scent. He held up the bouquet, a big smile on his face. Akaashi immediately reacted, not sure of who it was behind him yet. Even Kuroo's voice coming sweetly to his ears was not enough to halt the rush of panic and fight reaction.

     "Akaashi Keiji, my love, happy birth—"

     He was cut off by the back of Akaashi's head crushing into his lips. He cried out in surprise, stumbling back in the bed. The wheel chair crashed over, and Akaashi hit the ground.

     "Akaashi, what the fuck?" He growled, touching his bleeding lip lightly. His eyes raised back to Akaashi, who stared at him in horror from the floor. Immediately, Kuroo reeled in his anger over being head-butted for no damn reason, and rushed over to Akaashi's side. Keiji sobbed, pushing away from him with his hands and heels until he backed into the wall. His body trembled like a leaf, and he was muttering incoherently. "Keiji? Baby, calm down, what's wrong?" He reached out again, and Akaashi smacked his hand away.

     "S-Stay away!" He wailed, his eyes hysterical and wide. "You can't take me back there! I'll never go back there!" Screaming, he began to shake his head and kick his feet at Kuroo. He was having an episode, and he couldn't recognize who Kuroo was or where he was, amplifying his fear exponentially.

     Kuroo stared in confusion, trying to grab his ankles to make him stop. "Keiji—Keiji, stop! You're gonna hurt yourself!" He yelled back, pure fear seeping into his own voice. He didn't know how to restrain him, or calm him. Why was he acting like this? What the hell was he talking about?

     Kuroo, who was caught up in trying to hold him down, missed Suga coming to the rescue. He jammed a syringe into Akaashi's thigh, who gasped, and clawed at his hands as he shot all of the fluid into him.

     "No–Not again.... Please...." Akaashi whined out, his vision fading to black, his heart calming.

Kuroo

     Eyes wide as saucers, Kuroo dropped back into his bum with his jaw slack. Two doctors and a nurse came to help Akaashi up and placed him into the hospital bed again. Kuroo looked at Suga, fishing with all his might for the proper words to describe what the fuck just happened, or the proper questions to ask what the fuck just happened. Although, Suga grabbed the nekofucker by his ear and promptly dragged him from the room.

     "Dip shit! Hello! Earth to Kuroo!" He hissed, still dragging him further. "I haven't even told you everything and of course you managed to do something stupid like that. Of course!" He rambled on, and finally they came upon a room. Suga pushed him inside quickly and locked the door behind him.

     Kuroo surveyed the room silently, noting the endless coffee machines and the few edible foods, as well as the multiple cots. "Kinky." He muttered, shrugging a bit. Suga eyed him evilly.

     "This is the doctor's planning room, so to speak. I'm not supposed to have you in here—"

     "Super kinky?"

     "Shut up, Kuroo. I know you're trying to play off that you're losing your damn mind, but I'm about to explain what happened." Suga snapped, before running his fingers through his hair. "Look, there are more injuries that I didn't believe either of you would have liked to disclose in front of your entire band."

     Kuroo blanched, his shoulders slumping. "I figured after that episode that there is obviously more to his disappearance."

     Suga's brows raised in brief surprise, but he shrugged it off quickly. He didn't think Kuroo had thought that deeply about Akaashi's incredibly recent outburst. "The police wish to speak with him soon. When he was hit by the car, the bottom of his feet were destroyed due to the fact that he had no shoes or socks, and he was only wearing a pair of thing pajama shirts and a white t shirt. The driver's statement included the fact that he didn't move out of the way, or even make a move to. Initially, the deer-in-headlights reaction was thought to be out of surprise, more than the fact that he had been wanting to find a car. She explained that she had never seen someone both so scared and relieved at the same time. Personally, I believe he was looking for help."

     Kuroo glanced around the room numbly, his stomach churning, before he collapsed onto a cot. He covered his mouth in silence. "Keep going." He said, "I'd rather hear it now so I don't have to hurt Akaashi by asking later."

     Suga sighed, his expression grim as he nodded curtly. "Well, he was carrying a sketch book which appeared to have doubled as a journal as well with various entries. He refused to let it go, even unconscious. The police took that as evidence, as well as the chain around his ankle."

     Kuroo's head jolted up, wide eyed, blinking with disbelief. "The who on his what?" Suga fell silent, fiddling his thumbs. Kuroo scowled. "What aren't you saying?"

     "He also had..."

     "What? 'He also had' what Sugawara? This isn't some TV fucking drama just spit it the fuck out!" He exploded, his chest heaving. Suga glanced down, wincing a bit. Kuroo chewed on his lip before staring down at his hands as he stopped wringing them. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired of being in suspense after months."

     "I—I understand." Suga said tightly, before taking a deep breath. "He also had several bite marks and bruises on his inner thighs...and such..." His voice got increasingly quiet and trailed off. Kuroo stared blankly now, his forehead creasing and unceasing.

     "What exactly are you saying?" Kuroo asked, his eyes glimmering with tears, his voice soft, childlike.

     "Akaashi Keiji, your lover, was brutally raped and probably tortured. The police needed to talk to him about it, see if he can identify the bastard." Suga's voice bit, and his hands were shaking. "It's too late now to find any DNA, but he still may know who did it. It's not likely this was an unplanned incident. This was not random."

     Kuroo choked on a sob, his face dropping into his hands as strangled noises slipped through his throat.

     "Keiji was targeted. This wasn't some random act of aggression. It was quite deliberate and premeditated."