Chapter Text
Suna hated hospitals. He hated the smell, the vibe, and the patients that came and went.
He didn't want to apply for the assistant position, but his parents insisted on it. As a well off Japanese medical family, it was expected of him to carry on the legacy.
That didn't mean he wanted to, but he found it easier to go along with what they say instead of arguing.
So, when Monday rolled around, he found himself strolling through a cold hospital with a white coat on.
Patients of all shapes and sizes passed by, nodding at him, probably thinking he's a doctor.
Suna sighed and walked up to the reception desk, quickly asking for directions to his employer and heading off.
He found Dr. Suga talking to a group of his friends, waiting for him.
"Ah! You must be Suna! Follow me and I'll show you around," Suga exclaimed when he spotted him.
He waved the group off and together, they strolled down the winding halls.
"I oversee a total of 10 patients a day. Each of them are here with special or rare sicknesses. Don't worry though, none of them are contagious. What I need you to do is visit them and keep them company when I am unable to. I hear that you are from a rather well known family so I assume you know how to read monitors and change IVs when needed," Suga looked down at him with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, I can handle it," Suna sighed tiredly.
Suga nodded in response and opened a door to a dark room.
"This room belongs to Hinata Shouyo, he is here with Hanahaki Disease. He's in the early stages of it and refuses surgery so... we'll have to leave it up to fate and medicine. Never a fun time for a doctor when they have to depend on fate to save a patients life," Suga scratched his neck angrily.
"Have you figured out who is causing it?" He asked.
"Kageyama Tobio, the pro volleyball player," Suga groaned.
Suna winced. He's heard of Kageyama. Unapproachable, demanding and completely oblivious.
Hanahaki Disease is entirely rare. It grows a flower in the victim's throat and makes them cough up petals. In its last stage, the patient chokes on the entire flower bud and dies. It's formed when an individual falls into a pure, unrequited love.
It must be heartbreaking to know with 100% certainty that the one you love doesn't feel the same way.
The headed further down the hall to another door. Suga took a pair of gloves out of his pocket and carefully slid them on before turning the handle.
Suna understood the gloves when he peeked into the room and saw how spotless it was. A tall, black haired man was sitting on the bed pouring hand sanitizer into his palms.
"This is Sakusa Kiyoomi, he suffers from intense touch aversion, germaphobia and OCD," Suga smiled while gently closing the door so they didn't disturb the cleaning freak.
Or at least that's what Suna calls him.
The next door that opened up was dark with a hunched over figure in a chair under a pile of blankets.
"Kenma-san, are you awake?" Suga softly asked.
The blankets moved and a small boy peeked out, a glow of a game device shining on his face.
"When am I never not awake?" Kenma deadpanned.
Suga chuckled darkly and introduced them.
"Suna, this is Kozume Kenma, he's here from insomnia and narcolepsy."
Suna waved half-heartedly.
"Odd combo," he commented.
"It's a bitch to, at night I can't close my eyes, but when morning comes I can't seem to keep 'em open," Kenma groaned with a heavily lidded stare.
"If you don't get off your game and go to sleep, I'll take it away," Suga warned.
Why does he seem more like a mom then a doctor?
Kenma sighed and headed to his bed, shutting the game off as he passed.
Suga closed the door and they turned into a new hallway.
He opened the first door and they were greeted with a loud, enthusiastic, "HEY HEY HEY!"
A man with odd white and grey hair jumped off his bed and flashed up to them, rambling on and on about nothing.
"This is Bokuto Koutarou, he's bipolar, and easily depressed," Suga explained before he was cut off.
"Suga! Look at what I can do!" He proceeded to do a backflip, stumbling on his landing.
Immediately, he sunk into himself, "why can I never do anything right?" He looked up and spotted Suna and got excited again, "Oh!? Hey hey hey! You must be Suga's new assistant! Hope you're better than the last one, they barely even lasted a day!" He laughed.
Suna almost got whiplash at how fast this man's personality changes.
Suga ushered him down the hall, to a waiting doctor who would take him to the hospitals gym to let out some steam.
"He's a piece of work," Suna muttered.
He had no doubt that Bokuto would be one hell of a headache soon.
"That he is, Suna-san," Suga giggled.
He led Suna further down and gently knocked on a door.
Suna raised his eyebrow questioningly. He got his answer when a tall, timid looking man hesitantly answered.
"S-Suga-san! What are y-you doing-" the tall man spotted Suna and flinched back hard enough to knock himself over.
"This is Azumane Asahi, he suffers from social anxiety disorder and fear. He doesn't like meeting new people so it may take a while for him to warm up to you," Suga almost whispered, probably so he didn't startle Asahi even more as he helped him up and led him to his bed.
After Suga lightly closed the door, they continued walking to the next room.
He opened it and a black haired, responsible man stood to greet them.
"This is Sawamura Daichi, he's here because he has mental trauma and seizures," Suga said quickly as Daichi walked up to them with a kind smile.
"Suga, it's nice to see you again. I see your apprentice has arrived, it's nice to meet you," Daichi held out his hand for him to shake.
The mans grip was tight and solid, with each shake, Suna felt like Daichi would rip his arm off.
When he withdrew his hand, his shoulder was aching and his palm stinging.
"It's nice to meet you as well," he managed out.
Suga chuckled and pulled Daichi out of the room, making him walk with them to the next destination.
A short pale blond haired man was walking out of the room they were heading for.
"Shirabu! You know you can't walk around without a doctor!" Suga scolded.
"This is Shirabu Kenjirou, he has PTSD and anger issues," Daichi quickly explained to Suna.
"I don't have anger issues Daichi. Everything just annoys me and should drop off the face of the earth," Shirabu twitched angrily.
"That could literally be considered the definition of anger issues," Suga deadpanned.
He eyed the 3 of them and stormed down the hall, quickly followed by a passing doctor.
"Keep an eye on him, Ennoshita. You know how he gets," Suga drawled as they passed.
A tired grunt was all they got in return.
They walked some more and stopped at yet another door.
Suga didn't even have to knock and the frame was being slammed open.
"Suga! What can I do for ya! Oh my, is this Suna!? What a surprise!" A red headed man babbled cheerfully.
He didn't even want to know how this serial killer looking man knew his name.
"This demon is Tendou Satori, I'm not necessarily sure why he's here, all I know is that he keeps coming back," Suga sighed tiredly.
"Ah! Now if I told you, I'd have to kill you! My secrets aren't something you should take lightly," he leaned in close to them. "I know things!" He whispered cheerfully.
With that, he turned around and shut the door, effectively cutting off the cackles on the other side.
"He's just a bright ball of sunshine," Suna hummed with the straightest face.
"Isn't he just? The conversations I hear in his room at 3 AM could give anyone nightmares," Daichi shivered lightly.
"To be fair, any conversation at 3 AM is bound to be weird," Suna shrugged.
Suga laughed and led them away.
Another door flew open and a brown haired pretty boy strutted out.
"Why do none of you follow the rules," Suga sighed.
"Refreshing-chan! You know I don't follow the rules, I make them!" The pretty boy posed cockily.
Suna could already tell he'd hate him.
"This idiot is Oikawa Tooru, when he first got here I thought he was here because of his stupidity," Suga side commented.
"R U D E!" Oikawa drawled out.
"But, in the end, I found out he was here because he has amnesia," he finished.
"Actually! I remember a lot thank you! I can't even remember what I forgot!" Oikawa corrected.
"That's because you have amnesia, Oikawa," Daichi deadpanned.
"Bah! Details, details! If whatever I forgot was so important then why haven't I gotten a hint of what it is?" Oikawa waved them off and headed down the hall.
"I give up," Suga mourned.
The last room he led them to was at the end of the long hall.
Suga nudged open the door and Suna peeked threw the frame.
A man with grey hair and an undercut was sitting on a chair in front of the window, reading a book.
"Osamu-san, how are you feeling today?" Suga questioned.
"Are you the real Suga this time or just my imagination again?" Osamu looked up at them distrustfully.
Suna shivered at the question. Maybe this man had heavy hallucinations?
"No, it's actually me. I'm bringing my apprentice around to introduce you all! Would you like to meet him?" Suga asked gently.
Osamu shut his book with a muted thump and slouched over to them.
Now, face to face, Suna and Osamu met eyes.
Oh no, he's hot.
He could tell that the taller man dyed his hair. His roots were starting to show a little brown. He was tall as well, easily touching the top of the door frame. His dark grey eyes had heavy eye bags resting under them.
"My name's Miya Osamu, and I have dementia," he said with a flat voice.
Suna went home that day feeling drained. He flopped down on his bed and sighed deeply. Did he have to go back tomorrow? Couldn't he just stay in bed for the rest of his life, ignoring all life's problems until his ends?
Strangely, he immediately shook the idea away. For whatever reason, he wanted to go back to the hospital and help these people. He wanted to keep Hinata alive, get Sakusa a little dirty, put Kenma on a normal sleeping schedule, get Bokuto to remain one person, make Asahi more fearless, help Daichi get mentally stable, calm Shirabu down, figure out why Tendou was in the hospital, get Oikawa to remember what he has forgotten, and help Osamu split his hallucinations away from reality.
He wanted to help and he had no idea why. He wasn't a good person, he's done more bad than good in his life.
Maybe it because these people are worth saving.
These people may actually be good people.
He took out the clipboard Suga gave him before he left. On it was a sheet with a long list of instructions for each patient.
Suna got more comfortable in his bed and started studying. If he was going to do this then he was going to do it right.