make me work on my wips!!
16 13. the edge of dawn, a kuroo fe3h au
your throat is dry. painfully so, even -- it feels like sandpaper, the feeling only exacerbated when you make yourself aware of each swallow, each breath. what happened? the memory is hazy, but you do your best to follow the mental trail regardless.
your leg, an arrowhead lodged into it as you hobbled towards him. kuroo, bleeding out.
(unbidden, you remember the jokes you had made about him being a god, about being untouchable as the poison crept into his system.)
your blood, mixed with his.
(he was no god, no heavensent messiah.)
he wanted you to leave while you still could.
(he was flesh and bone, with a dream you both needed to see through.)
then, the javelins of light.
“you’re awake.” there’s sweat on kenma’s forehead as he parts the tent flap. “good.” you want to ask about kuroo, but the thought of speaking sounds like torture of the highest order. thankfully, kenma hands you a flask of water and pretends not to see the water trickling down your chin as you finish off its contents.
“kuroo’s alive.” some of the tension in your body leaves, drifting away with your sigh of relief. “but he’s not doing well.”
that’s enough to make your whole being tighten. “where is he?” you ask, trying to sit up. it doesn’t work, pain shooting up your leg as though you had just been wounded. “kenma.”
“that healer from karasuno is with him. now, sit still. this is gonna hurt.”