Kaminari's Perspective

        Technically, the world was not supposed to be spinning. Technically. Now, Denki considered himself a very open minded person. He accepted all kinds of cool new things! Like that one particular black spot that might be Fred the spider, but looked more like Cthulhu. He cackled at the thought
"Cthulhu! It's Cthulhu!" He sang, giggling like a madman.

        Maybe spinning rooms was a new trend or something! Yeah, that must be it! He was twenty-three, practically an old man. He wasn't caught up on all of those fun new things teens did. Maybe the curtains were supposed to blend together and look like some kind of gate to the fourth dimension... and everything was surely supposed to be tunneling in on him like that... he should be feeling like he was falling... and it was completely normal for his vision to darken till-

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        The first thing Denki became aware of when he opened his eyes was the distinct normality of the room. He cursed himself under his breath. Of course it wasn't a trend for rooms to spin! Although that would be really cool... like for a carnival or something. He pushed the thought out of his mind. As fun as it was, he should tell a doctor... later. For now, he needed to calm down.

        He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his golden eyes and looked around the room. Fred was in the corner, spinning a web. Denki often wished he could do that, just make a cozy little place to live where he wouldn't have to worry about his ever-growing rent and bills, or his pending student loan, or his job, which he hated. Hell, he just hated life at this point. Sure, he loved playing music and singing with his band. But school sucked, his job sucked, his love life sucked, and now he couldn't even work and was gonna get behind on rent! And then what would happen to him, or his cat Toast, or the band, or... he paused, taking deep breaths 'not the time, Denki' he thought to himself. After taking a few more deep breaths to cool down, he called his doctor

Kirishima's Perspective

        A day without an emergency was rare at the hospital. So, on the occasion that one calm afternoon seemed to be happening, it pissed Eijiro the fuck off to get a call from room 249. What could possibly be so important that it was worth interrupting his precious rest time? Still, he plastered on his usual too-vivid smile and walked through the familiar halls and into Denki's room
"Hello, Kaminari! What did you need?" His voice was just a bit to bright to be natural, just like the rest of him

       Everything seemed to be in place. Nothing had been knocked over, or come undone, and Kaminari clearly wasn't unconscious. In fact, if not for the absolute terror in his eyes, he would've thought he was almost okay. Well, as okay as you could be after a car crash. But Denki was clearly nowhere near "okay". Whatever the hell that even meant anymore.... but, whatever it was, it must be the opposite of the boy in front of him right now

Kaminari's face was damp with sweat and tears, making his slightly wispy bangs stick to his forehead. The tears left clean streaks through the dirt caked on his cheeks and pooled at his collarbone. His hands were shaking a tiny bit and every few minutes a small sob escaped his mouth and echoed through the otherwise quiet room. Eijiro smiled encouragingly and interlaced his fingers with Kaminari's, noting the prominent lines on his palms. He used to have hand lines like that... Eijiro would trace over them constantly, whenever he got upset. He shook his head to clear it, causing the loose strands of hair that had escaped his ponytail to fall into his eyes.

Kaminari's Perspective

        Denki wasn't entirely sure why he was so scared now. A few minutes ago, it had all seemed fine... he supposed the strangeness of what had happened had finally set in... or maybe it was just his stupid anxiety acting up again. He did his best to calm himself down, but he couldn't 'deep breaths, Denks' he thought. But how could he calm down? What if this was some horrible condition, and then he had to spend the rest of his life in this hospital under constant supervision from doctors. He hated hospitals

        They were a cage, a prison, a hell. Constantly locked up and under surveillance, surrounded by doctors and nurses with fake smiles, constantly having needles stuck into his arms. He'd be trapped, just like when he was underwater.

          He'd never be able to play music again. If he couldn't play with them, the band would forget about him. After they forgot, his other friends would. Then his parents. In a few months or a year, he'd die. And nobody would come to his funeral. He'd be forgotten... more tears poured down his cheeks and a choked up sob left his lips.

        Denki wasn't sure what he'd expected Kirishima's reaction to be, but it sure as hell wasn't what he got. As soon as he started crying, he had felt a strong pair of arms wrap lightly around his shoulders and hold him tightly. Naturally, his body tensed at first. But it didn't take him long to collapse into Eijiro's arms. If anyone saw, he'd be fucked... especially if that anyone was Hitoshi Shinso. But right now, he was too exhausted to worry about that. He just slumped into Kirishima's arms and rested his head against the other male's chest.

        The sweet silence was interrupted all too soon by Eijiro's voice
"Kaminari? Can you tell me what happened? Why did you call me in here?" It lacked the false sounding sweetness of earlier... Denki let out a slow shaky breath and spoke
"Everything started spinning and blurring together... I couldn't feel anything... I felt like I was falling... then I passed out... when I woke up I called you..." his voice had an aimless tone to it, like he was half asleep

        "And then what?" Eijiro's tone had changed again. Now, it was quiet and sweet. But this time, the sweetness was genuine.
"And then I started to panic and feel sick..." he felt the tears that had been brimming in his eyes began to pour down his cheeks, and Eijiro's grip tighten

        "You'll be okay..." the doctor promised "it's just a bad concussion, nothing more. You'll have to stay in the hospital for a while longer though, so we can monitor it and make sure it doesn't get worse" Denki nodded, but felt like screaming. Everything he'd been worried about was going to come true... before he could cry again, he heard Eijiro speak "and, if you'd like, I could be less of a doctor and more of a... friend, while you're here. If you'd like". Denki let out a hollow laugh
"That's not very professional... I'm up for it"

(Word count: 1179) remember that promise about releasing the next chapter sooner? Haha. No. Thanks to the few people who do read this. Adios