●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

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

Izuku lifted up his thin white blanket and goes numb at the sight.

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Aizawa Shouta sat on a bench in the waiting room, his arms hanging in between his legs. He stares at the floor, and people purposely look away from his glare.

Hizashi Yamada sits next to him, lively and upbeat as ever, drawing not necessarily unwanted attention.

The two are a stark contrast, with Aizawa's black hair and clothes, unkempt face and obvious low-hanging eye-bags. Yamada with his tall blinding blonde hair and stark green eyes, brightly colored clothes. You'd never guess they were here for the same person.

"C'mon Sho, lighten up! The docs said he was doing great! He'll wake up any moment." Aizawa grunted in response, drumming his fingers against his leg.

"It's been almost three days," he drags a hand down his face, looking like he hadn't slept for twice as long, "who knows when he'll wake up. Midoriya might as well be in a coma."

Yamada smiled anyways and slung an arm over his shoulder. "Well, then at least he's alive. Liven up, you saved him!"

"Because a seventeen year old texted me."

"And god bless that seventeen year old. Where would we be without him."

Aizawa sighed, shaking his head. "Shut up, cockatoo."

"Then sleep for once."

"Not happening."

They bantered quietly for a few moments before Aizawa got tired of anxiously looking at the clock every two minutes, like it was the difference between life or death. Of course, in any scenario it could be. But his student was in stable condition, so it'd definitely take longer for him to go out, if at all.

Right?

Yamada noticed his anxiousness and toned down the obnoxious a bit. He smiled a little softer. "I'll go get coffee from the cafe?"

Aizawa nodded, two tired to care about the decency of whatever beverage he'd get. Yamada nodded and stood up, leaving his colleague to his thoughts.

And what stupidly paranoid thoughts they were.

A million thoughts raced through his head at top velocity. A scenario where he arrived two minutes later. One where the raging storm had blown just one stray sign or metal panel in Midoriya's direction. If he hadn't received the text, had slept through it. If Midoriya was completely buried beneath the rubble instead of just his waist down.

Every one ended in death and guilt.

Aizawa looked up half heartedly as a brown haired nurse entered the room. He unconsciously took note of her appearance; mid length brown hair and brown eyes dark enough to hide the pupils. She wore purple glasses and sported teal and purple gills on the side of her neck, with flippers between her fingers.

She held a clipboard and looked around at the hopeful watching faces. "Ahem, is anyone here for Midoriya Izuku? Midoriya Izuku."

Aizawa's head shot up in an instant, looking straight at the nurse. She smiled and nodded politely. "Are you a relative, sir?"