The paramedics had brought Y/N into the hospital and brought me to one of the waiting rooms, expecting a parent to come. From where I was sitting I could see the reception and where Y/N was.

I was waiting for Atsumu and hopefully Osamu. Dealing with Atsumu alone would be a bit of a problem. I could see Atsumu walk in just at that moment and behind him I could see Osamu.

I shot up from the chair and walked towards them. Once Atsumu had spotted me he stormed towards me. I noticed Osamu running between us blocking Atsumu from reaching me.

"Kita..." Atsumu growled. "I'm... Sorry." I whispered. Did Atsumu know about Y/N or something? "Anyway." Osamu pushed Atsumu away and turned to face me. "Are you ok?" Osamu asked looking me up and down.

"You look fine..." He whispered. I looked back to Y/N's room and contemplated telling them what had happened. "I didn't know what to do..." I whispered to him putting my head down.

"I didn't know what to do." I repeated. "Kita..." Atsumu's voice had changed from being angry to worried. "I should've done something, but I didn't know what to do." I whispered.

"Kita." Atsumu had put his hand on to my back. "Tell me wh-. Tell us what happened." Atsumu corrected himself. "Y/N..." I whispered walking towards the waiting room. They both followed, clearly confused.

I sat down in one of the seats and played around with my fingers. Even though they were 'whispering' I could still hear them talk.

"What's going on with Kita? He's not usually like that." Atsumu whispered'. "I know, he's showing a lot a lot of emotion." Osamu whispered back.

"You have to call in an adult." I said to them. "Huh?" They both looked over. "But why u-." Atsumu started until I cut him off. "It's Y/N." I finally said. "Oh yeah, where are they?" Osamu asked.

I looked to the door across the way and put my head down slightly. I waited for them to say something, anything but it was silent.

"What are you talking 'bout." Atsumu tried to play it off. "Your father... He's crazy." I whispered still looking down slightly. "How do you know about him?" Atsumu asked. "Yesterday before you called... They came to my house. They were covered in blood and scars, they told me it was their father." I explained quietly.

"You said they weren't at your house!" Atsumu was yelling now. "So they were!" He shouted, his hand meeting with the collar of my shirt lifting me off my feet slightly. Quickly after that Osamu got between us getting Atsumu off me.

"Hey man. Calm down." He pushed Atsumu back into the seat. For a moment swear he hated me but my mind switched to the scars on their hands. "They've been... Cutting." I whispered unsure if they heard me.

Silence took the hallway at that exact moment. No nurses or doctors running by, the wind had stopped, all the sirens went quiet. It made it all the more difficult to tell them both.

I decided it would be best to explain it all quickly. "They told me about your mother and father, about the doctor. As well they told me about their eating disorder and how they're finding it hard in school." I took a deep breath and quickly started again.

"Then they told me about how they had to work out everything with money, taxes and other stuff. After that they explained how some girls at school were... Bullying them and other stuff. Other then that there was the fact that they had to deal with your mother dying."

I still hadn't looked over at them at this point but I wasn't finished. "While they were dealing with the loss of a parent they had sleeping problems. Staying up all night, every night. Then there was the sexism they got for being a 'girl' ." I finally felt like I had shared enough until I remembered their wrists.

"To deal with all that they started... Cutting. They have scars all over their wrists, and by the look of them they weren't treated well for a long time." I gasped for air as I finished the explaining.

The halls went silent again, neither of the boys had said anything. After all they did just find out that their sibling has been through all that and hadn't told them. Finally the silence was broken by Osamu asking a question.

"Why didn't they tell us?" He asked most likely to himself. "When did this start?" Atsumu asked himself. I wasn't sure whether I should talk to them or leave them to talk to each other so I kept silent.

They continued to blabber on for a while until they turned to me to talk more. "And how did you know about all this?" Atsumu asked. "Well they told me." I replied my eyes glued to the door to Y/N's room.

"But then why did you need to call an ambulance?" Osamu asked. "... It was this morning and they just..." I closed my eyes and let my head fall into my hands.

"Huh?" I could hear both of them sounding confused, probably at the way I reacted. "It was a mess and I-I d-didn't sure what to do." My voice cracked as I spoke. "Hey... Kita." Osamu's voice softened as he sat down beside me.

Not a word came from Atsumu. "There was so much. Blood and..." I stopped as tears flowed out of my eyes. "Kita!" Atsumu finally came to his senses and began talking. "I... I didn't.." He stuttered trying to find the right words.

"I couldn't do anything..." I whispered. "Nothing at all..." I looked at the palms of my hands. "They were in my arms and then they were in the stretcher and then they were." At this point I wasn't holding back the tears.