The Captain's Choice// Kuroo x reader

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

I'm taking out my anger on this story and I wasn't going to, but it's given me a string of ideas that stray from my original plan so here we go. 

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"Let him go Y/n. He's got to go." 

"No!" 

"Y/n." 

The new voice calling my name beckoned my attention back to the window. A familiar figure blocked the light standing over me. He'd been crying and he hasn't slept, but a look of concern spread across his face. I went to reach for his hand to find my right hand not responding. I let myself look down: it was still there. 

But... my leg? I remember faintly thinking it was gone and I could not feel it, but I also thought my hand was gone. Maybe I am just delusional. 

"Hey, you're okay." He'd brought me into a hug and I realized I'd been crying. 

Kuroo. This warmth is my Tetsurou Kuroo. 

"Tetsurou!" I cried softly doing my best to have my left arm clench around him. 

"Baby, I'm here. You're going to do okay and everything will be okay." He soothed. His words flooded through me giving me feeling in everything but my right limbs. 

"D-doctor?" I called gently at the woman watching us with sympathetic eyes.

She stepped forward clutching her clipboard as if this was hard for her too. I waited for her to say something, anything, but nothing came from her solemn lips. 

"Doctor. Just tell her. She handles things better directly, so don't torture her." Kuroo told her sternly, but didn't break his grip around me and I was thankful for it. 

"Yes, okay." She cleared her throat when her voice came out shaky. "Your- your friend. Bassui Watanabe. He did not make the car accident, but he died on scene so likely there was no  pain for him." She paused allowing the words to sink in. 

But, they didn't sink in. They shoved their way into my heart and suffocated me like a weight. I felt hot tears run down my face that were wiped away with a gentle nudge of Kuroo's finger. My best friend, my first year, my responsibility. He was gone now and his parents- oh my god- did they even know their little boy is dead and it's my fault for not saving him? 

As if reading my mind, "Everyone has been notified. As for your l-" 

"Doctor. I'll tell her that part, okay?" Kuroo looked at her with pleading eyes. The doctor sighed in relief and nodded letting us have our privacy in the room that only screamed of death from all angles. 

"What is it?" I whimpered hoping it wasn't bad. Hoping for the life of me that he was okay. 

Kuroo moved away from me with tears of his own running over his deep bags and dripping down his flushed face. He quietly lifting the blanket off of my body revealing a hospital gown, "They changed you three times, so at least this one isn't covered in blood. I'm so sorry Y/n." 

I kept my eyes on the ceiling afraid of what I'd find. Terrified, really. Finally, I snatched the courage from thin air to look at my arm. It was there, to my relief, but wrapped in a grey cast with one signature already there.