Into another world

Finals:Part 1:Robots. Why is it always robots?

"You are both idiots!" Recovery Girl says, smacking my leg with her cane. According to her, I was in there for three hours, unconscious, and her first course of action is to smack my leg with her cane as I sat up. 

"Ow! Jesus Christ, you hit hard!" I snarl, holding my shin, that is now certainly going to bruise. 

"You fought two third years, not to mention members of the Big Three! And you expected to win?" She asks, and I make a 'so-so' motion with my hand. I get another smack for that

"OW! Will you stop hitting the injured kid?" I ask, and she sighs

"Sit still for a second, will ya?" She asks, then kisses my hand. I feel my body heal instantly, as well as instantly feel tired. 

"Thanks. By the way, you got any coffee?" I ask, and she sighs

"I am not giving coffee to you. Go. Find something else to do." She mutters, walking back to Kirishima's bed, checking on him. He had a pretty nasty concussion. I mean to be fair, I had one too, but his was much worse. 

"Fine. I'm heading to my dorm. Try not to burst a blood vessel." I say, walking out of the nurses office, slinging my jacket over my back. My shirt is kinda shredded, but it still works. I walk, or rather, limp back to my dorm. I managed to roll my ankle during the fight, and I slammed my head pretty good against the floor when I fell. Hurts like a motherfucker still. 

I walk back into the dorm, walk into the little kitchenette thing, grab a glass, then head to my bathroom, where I grab two tylenol, pop them in my mouth, then swallow them, along with some water. Grabbing my headphones, I lay back to my bed, playing some song I can't remember the name too, and play it, listening to the calming beat wash over my ears. 

I'm not okay, I'm not okay

I'm not okay, I'm not okay

What's the point? I'm not okay. 

What's the point? I'm not okay

I'm not okay, I'm not okay. 

I lay there for who knows how long, long enough for my headache to fade into nothingness. Long enough for the light to fade outside. In all that time, Kirishima doesn't come back. 

"God fucking dammit." I mutter, standing up from my bed, then walk to the balcony attached to my bedroom. I open the door, use Full Cowl, and leap to the top of the building, which is not a large jump. I walk to the center of the roof, sitting down on it, looking up at the stars above, shining brightly, even with the nearby light pollution. 

I sit out there for a while, just looking at the stars, thinking. About what brought me and Kirishima here, what this world is going to think of us. I think the students at U.A., at least for the most part, respect us enough to let us walk around campus alone. I mean, I haven't been jumped, at least. 

As the night starts to chill, I stay out on the roof, even as I feel shivers begin to run down my back in. I just sit, wrapped in my own thoughts. 

How are we going to explain returning? Even if we reappear in the same time as we left, we would probably look months older. It would be hard to explain, to be certain. I'm not incredibly worried about being thrown in a mental asylum, but it's possible. 

At about 10 or 11 p.m., I drop back down into my room, then hop in the shower, and wash off. Drying my hair a bit, I drop onto my bed, laying back on the soft cotton sheets. I soon feel myself fall asleep, overtaken by exhaustion from my own thoughts. 

I wake up the next morning when my alarm goes off, at 5 a.m. Groaning, I turn off my alarm, and roll out bed, and as I try to put a hand on the nightstand next to the bed, I miss it, and slam into the floor, facefirst.