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Summary: Hiei loves to drag race, and Kurama is like a volleyball god. What happens when their lives collide? Literally. (HxK -attempted- yaoi)

Chapter 2: Aftermath

"Dammit, Kurama! Where are you?" Akira shouted, asking nothing but the air around him. He looked at his watch; five minutes till five. ' Where is he?' He asked
himself again. He took his cell phone out of his locker and dialed Kurama's number.
It rung and rung, but no answer. He tried again and again. No luck.

~*~

Hiei and Hikaku waited in the waiting room inside the hospital. Even if they didn't
know the redhead, they had a feeling that they should stay. At least until he wakes
up. The bag he had was sitting in Hiei's lap, bouncing up and down as he bounced
his leg nervously. A slight ringing of a phone caught their ears. Hiei cautiously
opened the bag, searching around for a cell phone of some sort. He found in a bit.
It was ringing and vibrating in his hand. He read the screen.

"Akira calling"

He opened up the phone.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey, is this Kurama?" came a voice on the other side.

"Kurama?"

"Who are you then?"

"Hiei, you?"

"Akira. Where's Kurama?"

"If you mean the redhead, he's in the hospital bed."

"Hospital?!" Akira cried.

"Akira!" came another voice, "Everything all right?"

"Coach! I need to skip practice today," Akira told the man.

"Why?"

"Kurama is in he hospital."

The coach nodded his head. Akira smiled and went back to Hiei.

"Which hospital?" he asked.

"The main one."

"Okay, see you." Akira said and the line went dead.

"Great," Hiei muttered.

"Who was it?" Hikaku asked. "Do you know Akira?" Hiei asked. Hikaku nodded.
"Him." "Oh..."

~*~

Akira rushed into the hospital and run up to the main desk.

"Hello. May I help you?" the lady asked.

"Hello. Is there a Kurama Minamino in? I'm a close friend."

The lady skimmed through the computer.

"Third floor, room 309. But you can't see him at this time. The doctors are there.
You may wait in the waiting and I'll tell you when you can see him," she explained.
Akira nodded and went to the waiting room, looking around for Hiei. He didn't have
any trouble, thanks to Hiei's gravity defying hair. He walked up to the two drag
racers, towering overing them.

"Are you guys Hiei and Hikaku?" he asked. Hikaku nodded. Akira sighed and took
the seat directly in front of them. Hiei zipped up Kurama's bag and tossed it to
Akira.

"It's his stuff," Hiei stated when Akira gave him an odd look. Akira looked through
the stuff, checking if everything was there.

Everything was in check.

A nurse with short black hair came up behind Akira and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me. Kurama is ready to be seen. Follow me please," she said and started
to walk towards the elevator.

They all followed her, stepping into the elevator. Hikaku went ahead and pressed
the button with the number 3 on it. As the elevator went up, the nurse explained a
few things.

"Kurama is currently resting right now. The hit was pretty hard. He has a a few
fractures in his ribs and forearm, so please be careful. It's mostly on the left side.
The only other thing a concusion. Not to serious though. And also remember to be
quiet. Even though he is in a single room, other patients could hear you and he may
wake up from his much needed rest."

'Ding!'

They arrived at the floor right on cue. Hiei, Hikaku, and Akira followed the nurse out
and to a room.

Kurama's slim figure lay on the bed, motionless except for the smooth rise and fall
of his chest as he silently breathed. The nurse left them to sit with the redhead.
AKira took the chair by the window, right next to the bed. Hiei stood by the wall,
while Hikaku sat in another chair on the other side of the bed. Akira watched his
friends body on the bed.

His eyes were closed, his head bandaged up along with his chest and arm. There
was no sling, symbolizing that his arm wasn't too broken. Akira sighed in relief.

"At least he's still alive," he whispered to himself.

Hiei felt guilty. He was glad that Kurama was still alive though. Most people would
die from a car driving at seventy MPH! Yet, he's there and alive.

Everything was quiet except for the low beeping of the machines by the bed and the
low volume of the TV. Akira nearly fell asleep, but he heard a soft moan. He looked
up and saw Kurama waking up. He smiled happily and embraced his friend. Hiei and
Hikaku smiled at his recovery. Hiei also gasped inwardly as he saw the soft emerald
eyes open.

"How are you feeling, Kurama?" Akira asked.

"I'm fine," he replied, the soft alto rung in Hiei's ears.

"Kurama, this is Hiei and Hikaku," Akira said, waving his hand from one of the boys
to the next, and back down again.

"Nice to meet you." Kurama smiled a graceful smile. Hiei blushed lightly but looked
at the floor to hide it.

"They brought you here to the hospital," Akira continued.

"Thank you," the redhead thanked.

"No problem," Hikaku said, smiling as well.

Just them the doctor came in. "Good to see you up, Kurama," he said, flipped
through some papers on his clipboard. "Everything is fine. Your arm will need about
two weeks to heal and your ribs will take up to three weeks," he explained, "So no
rough housing around now. And also be careful of your head. But, I need to talk to
you in private for a while. May you...?" He gestured to the door. Akira nodded and
left the room, the other two following close behind.

Once the door closed behind them, the doctor got straight to the point. "Kurama,
you have to be careful. I checked your X-rays and every other test you took. Your
lungs are damaged and we can't fix it. We can give you a surgery, but it costs too
much and there is a high chance that you'll die in that procedure," the doctor
explained. Kurama gripped the sheets and nodded, understanding.

"Do you want to have the surgery?"

Kurama shook his head.

"No."