●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|7| If This Isn't Pure Misery, Then What Is?

If This Isn't Pure Misery, Then What Is?
This Is Home by Cavetown
I don't own My Hero
Hospitals, mentions of abuse, profanity, it might be considered dissociation, mutilation, amputation, shock, deteriorating mental health, kind of manga spoilers but not really cause it's in anime now too, totally not kind of self projecting NOT AT ALL

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First of all, you hellions, give love to @Trixthedumbass she's amazing she made the new cover and I love it so fucking much. I freaked the fuck out. Believe it or not, there's three versions, but I love this one and I think it fits the best. Thank you bitch.

This is the first time in a while I'm not using Notes to write, mainly cause I wanted to listen to This Is Home on repeat BECAUSE FUCK MY LIFE.

Ahem.

Enjoy this chapter that was started at 12:07 at night.

On with the shit show!

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Izuku

Izuku slowly cracked his eyes open to the sound of consistent beeping and a blindingly white room that looked like it was glowing with white hot fire to his bleary eyes. He blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes used to the light.

Izuku noted that he had a pounding headache and everything - and he means everything - was sore. He groaned lightly, not very surprised by his overly hoarse voice. The beeping slowly came into focus, and Izuku realized it was coming from more than one machine. The loudest seemed to be a heart monitor.

Ah. Izuku knew that sound well.

With a fumbling hand, he clumsily reached over to palm at the buttons on the side of the hospital bed. After a couple of moments of fumbling blindly and blinking away the offending white light, he managed to get the back of the bed to raise.

He looked around the white room groggily. There were a few machines to the right of him, although the only ones he recognized was the heart monitor and IV drip. Although he thinks he sees an X-Ray. There's a door on the opposite end of room, most likely leading to a small bathroom.

Izuku is sitting in a hospital bed (no duh) covered by a long white sheet which is apparently supposed to be a blanket. It's stupidly thin and Izuku is already shivering.

His eyes finally - albeit slowly - start getting used to the light, and he takes it as a chance to check himself over, even through a pounding headache that begs him to just go back to sleep.

His left wrist is bandaged up tightly, and as he tries to move it around, it throbs with dull pain. It's bad enough at the moment for him to have to pause. A few of his right fingers feel a little wrong, and his left shoulder burns. As he shifts, his hips also throb slightly, and he can tell that the space between his right elbow and wrist is at least cracked.

But as a whole, his arms are fine, and he breathes out a sigh of relief. He couldn't afford to damage them any further. As he carefully shifts again, uncomfortable in the cold air, he frowns.

His legs feel numb. No, that's not the right word, but it's the only one he can think of. Disconnected, maybe?

Izuku frowns again. He probably shouldn't be messing with them. But he's curious.