●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|1| How Much Misery Can Misery Take?

"Can I please see my mom now?" Izuku nearly begged, pleading with the officer. The man sighed and shook his head sympathetically.

"I'm sorry kid, but you've got to wait for the doctors. She may not wake up today." Izuku felt tears welling up, but he forced them back down. Izuku looked at the floor with downcast eyes instead, repositioning himself on the plastic chair so that he was hugging his legs. He simply stared at the wall blankly for a while, concerning the officer.

The brunette man sighed and began looking over the notes. It wasn't like there were any other witnesses, so he would have to wait until Midoriya woke up to fill in all the blanks. He looked back to the child, Izuku. The boy looked so upset and blank at the same time, and the officer sighed. Suicide attempts were one of his most hated cases.

Izuku nearly jumped as a nurse walked up to the two, nearly two hours having passed, although it seemed like two days. "Hello, Izuku?" The nurse asked kindly. Izuku nodded his head rapidly, looking up with hopeful eyes. "Mrs. Midoriya is awake, she wants to see you?" Izuku shot up out of his seat and bolted toward the stairs without any further instruction, leaving the officer to stand up as well.

The nurse smiled in understanding and pointed to the staircase Izuku had run up. "Floor three, door fifteen. Please make sure he doesn't disturb any other patients." The last part was spoken wearily, as if this type of thing happened much too often. The officer nodded and began running after Izuku, who had paused at the top of the first flight of stairs.

The officer took his hand and looked at Izuku kindly. "Come on kid, let's take the elevator." Izuku nodded and quickly tugged the man toward the elevator, the officer pressing the button to the third floor. Izuku was bouncing around excitedly, although the officer suspected it to be more anxiety than anything else. Izuku suddenly snapped his head to the officer, looking guilty.

"U- um, thank you, sir." The officer smiled.

"Sukiachi. And don't sweat it kid." Izuku nodded his head quickly and nearly jumped out of his skin at the ding of the elevator. Sukiachi laughed lightly as Izuku looked back and forth between the hallway. "Fifteenth door, kid." Izuku was off before Sukiachi could even finish, and the man shook his head fondly and sat down on a nearby bench. He'd give it about an hour as he sorted any other loose ends with his colleagues.

Izuku bolted down the hall, counting each individual door until he reached the fifteenth. He held his breath, squeezing his eyes shut to will back any loose tears. Izuku pushed the door open, nearly crying out at the sight of his mother - his beautiful, kind, mother, wearing a hospital gown nearly as pale as her own skin, dark green hair hanging loosely and her eyes darkened with a lack of sleep.

Inko turned her head to the door and weakly smiled at the sight of Izuku. "Hey, baby. I- I'm sorry. I really am." Izuku pressed the door behind him and repressed a sob as he walked to his mother and gave her a tight hug. Inko returned it, sniffling slightly.

"Mom...." Izuku started. "Please tell me you didn't mean it. Tell me it was an accident. Tell them it wasn't suicide so we can go home." Inko sighed and leaned back, leaving the hug. Izuku almost whined at the loss of contact, but forced himself to remain silent. He wasn't a baby anymore.

"I'm sorry baby," Inko repeated, making Izuku want to sob. "I- I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. I promise you, I'll fix this and then we can go home."

"Why did you do it? Why did you- you-" Izuku stammered in disbelief. Inko sighed again.

"I'm sorry."