Difficult -IwaOi Fanfic-

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The door opened, and a man in his mid-thirties walked in, clad in a doctor's usual apparel. He walked slowly, his shoes tapping lightly on the floor.

"What's the verdict?" Oikawa said jokingly, his humour had turned dry during his stay at the hospital, and being bedridden definitely did not help.

He looked down, the brown clipboard in his hand, the pen that would usually be attached to said clipboard nowhere to be seen. "Oikawa-san, I'm afraid its not good news."

He looked at the doctor slowly, a small smile on his pain ridden face. He was expecting anything but good news. He knew that his health was deteriorating quickly, and the amount of machines they attached to him seemed to increase along with the days. And even he had lost count of how many days had passed, how many old machines they swapped or how many new machines they added. All he knew was that at that moment, he looked like prey caught in a spider web of wires and tubes.

The young doctor was just doing his job, and he knew that.

"I'm sorry to say, but you only have seven more days to live, give or take."

He took in a breath, his oxygen being supplied to him by one of his many machines. "Is it confirmed? That I'll-"

"Yes, I'm afraid so." He was glad the doctor cut him off, that he didn't have to say it. "The infection is getting worse, your body can barely take it, and your respiratory system will start to fail."

Oikawa was tired, but he wanted to laugh. Laugh at how cruel the world seemed at that moment. But the sweet laughter was caught in his throat, and he coughed instead, his chest burning with each cough, his energy slowly diminishing.

"Your family has already been notified, rest well, Oikawa-san." And with that he excused himself from the room.

Oikawa sighed, his breath coming out shaky and uneven. He reached for his phone and pressed the power button lightly, both content and pain welling in his chest as he stared back at the screen, the lock screen of him and Iwaizumi smiling broadly, shoulder to shoulder.

The boy had to smile back, and unlocked his phone, pain resurfacing and tears threatened to spill, but fatigue overrode his body and made no move to wipe them away. His last message to Iwaizumi had been a week earlier, and he had turned his notifications off after, too afraid to read his messages.

He had recieved many messages from Iwaizumi, the first one that he ignored being 'we're meeting up and I don't care whether you're busy or not'. The following messages spanned out across the following days and each one was a different variation of 'Oi, shittykawa reply'. And he didn't expect anything else from Iwaizumi.

He smiled as he typed, his thumbs slowly tapping at his device, and all at once the tears broke through their barricade, staining his pale cheeks and dripped down his slightly scruffy chin, having not shaved in a long while. His breathing hitched slightly and he tried to keep his cries silent, his lungs burning and heart aching, willing himself to finish typing.

'Sorry Iwa-chan, but I won't be free to see you next week either.'

He sent it, and his eyes hurt along with everything else now. He kept message notifications off, and turned off his phone, placing it next to him as he closed his glazed over eyes, his only regret in life being that he didn't get to spend more time with Iwaizumi when he had the chance.