Pa had had another accident that afternoon and Kuroo could see you were way out of your depth with this one.
“I’m gonna call these carers right now,” you said, half in exasperation and half with defeat as you pulled your phone from your pocket and walked out the back door.
Kuroo watched you go then went back into pa’s room to help him put his slippers on.
“Tit,” pa asked softly, a heavy amount of emotion being trapped in his vocal chords, “is Y/N calling a nursing home?”
“No,” Kuroo replied with a shake of his head as he slipped the right slipper onto pa’s foot, “no, pa, she refuses to send you.”
Your rooster haired boyfriend looked up into your pa’s eyes, noting they were starting to water more than usual.
“I am sorry that I ever doubted her,” pa said as a tear slipped down his cheek, “I know I am a burden—.”
“You are not a burden. Y/N loves you and she is going to do everything she can to keep you here,” Kuroo promised, looking up at pa as he remained crouched to put his other slipper on, “she’s currently calling some carers to find someone suitable to come and help each day in looking after you.”
Pa’s bottom lip quivered as he took Kuroo’s words in, then muffed heavily and gave Kuroo a crooked smile.
“She’s a good girl.”
“I know, pa, that’s why I chose her.”
The first person you rang was Mrs Other.
She sounded nice but just a little flustered and indecisive on the phone, changing the appointment times every 2 seconds.
“So it’s 4pm, Thursday afternoon, yes?” she asked in a nervously agitated tone.
“Yep,” you said, smiling at the outside wall as you spoke to her.
“Ok. That should be…. oh no, wait, sorry. This Thursday?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, love, I can’t do this Thursday. I have an appointment with my chiropodist for my bunion. Painful thing it is, I can tell you that. The other day I was talking with Maria and she told me that her neighbour had a bunion on his big toe- about the same spot as where mine is but it was oozing something, said it smelled like cheese. Anyway, so he went in and his chiropodist, Mr …. uh…. Mr…. oh gosh, I’ve forgotten his name. This is what happens when you get old, you start to forget everything…”
“Someone please kill me,” you thought as you stared with utter disappointment at the wall while Mrs Other continued on her tangent.
“Well anyway… what was it that we were talking about?”
“Actually, it’s fine,” you said quickly, “I’m sorry I have to go now, but I will ring you again if I need you, bye.”
Your finger hit end call so quickly that you thought maybe you should have entered mto the Guinness book of records for ending calls.
“God!” you grunted with exasperation, “wait till I get my hands on M/F. Sending me that one, oh my god.”
Your fingers fumbled on to the next names and you debated on which you should choose first.
“Mrs Happy or Mrs Grump… well I’m more drawn to Mrs Happy because of her name so let’s try her next.”
You typed her number in and held the ringing phone to your ear.
“Yes?” A gruff voice answered the other end of the line, a heavy German accent accompanying her direct tone.
“Oh! Uh, hi, my name is Y/N, I’m calling for Mrs .. Happy?”
“Yes?” she grunted again, “what do you want?”
“Oh. M-My uh, pa needs a carer and uh, I was wondering if—.”
“What day and time for interview?”
“T-This Thursday? 4pm?”
You gave pa’s address and the line went blank after that, leaving you baffled.
“Oh my god what the hell is going on, did she just hang up on me?” You looked at your phone and, yes, she had hung up on you.
Shaking your head with confusion you rang Mrs Grump next and crossed your fingers as you stood there with an expectant grimace on your face.
“Hello, Mrs Grump speaking?” A pleasant voice answered.
“Oh hi! My name is Y/N and I’m calling to enquire about possibly having you as my pa’s carer…”
“Oh honey! Of course, love, and what is your pa’s name?” she asked.
“His name is [name],” you replied.
“Sweet name,” she commented, “and honey could you tell me a little about why your pa is needing a carer?”
You started to explain what had happened to pa and before you realized it you were tearing up and offloading onto her. She seemed a very sympathetic woman and you had immediately warmed to her.
“You’ve done a fantastic job, love, and you sound very sweet. When are you taking interviews?” she asked.
“W-Would this Thursday 5pm be ok with you?” you asked hopefully.
“Yes of course, love, not a problem at all. What is your pa’s address?”
You gave it and she reconfirmed everything.
“So this Thursday 5pm at [street name and suburb],” she asked.
“Yep, that’s it,” you replied, feeling a lot more confident about this one.
“Wonderful. I look forward to meeting you and [pa’s name], she said, “you have a lovely night, honey, and I’ll see you Thursday.”
“Thank you so much,” you replied gratefully, “see you then.”
You both hung up and then you went back inside to tell pa the good news.
Kuroo had helped him get into the lounge room and had the 3:30 game show on, comfortably sitting in his favourite chair with a cup of tea beside him.
“Look at you being all helpful,” you mused to Kuroo who was sitting on the longer lounge chair watching the game show beside pa.
“I told you. I’ve always been nice… and helpful,” he leered- doing that creepy leering grin he always did when he was being a dick.
“Ha!” you scoffed, plopping down beside him, between him and pa.
“Hey pa?” You asked, having to raise your voice a little over the sound of the TV.
“Yes honey bun?!” he warbled, voice cracking as he tried to talk over the TV back to you.
“I…” you tried to talk louder, “I think I’ve found you a carer!”
“NO. A CARER!”
“A carrier?! What do I need that for? Do you mean like the cage they put pussy in?!” Pa yelled- old man yell.
Exasperated you got up and gabbed the remote to mute the TV.
“Carer. Carer, pa. Someone to help look after you!”
“Ohhhh, well why didn’t you say so?” he replied with a bright grin.
You deadpanned to Kuroo who was smirking heavily.
“Shut up.” You pointed the remote at him and he raised his arms in defense.