"There is No Restart Button" an ex Bakugo x reader fanfic

(Chapter 6) What's His Name?

**WARNING** This chapter contains mention of injury, blood, open wound, traumatic shock, and mild to severe panic. Please read at your own discretion!

It hurts. It hurts so much.

You were walking yourself back home, your feet nearly dragging on the sidewalk pavement. You could barely keep your vision steady on anything else but the ground, it was like your body was on autopilot. It didn't help that you could feel the slick, sickly warm feeling of your blood begin to trickle down your arm again, the cloth over your arm no longer working to keep it all together. You couldn't think about it too hard or you'd get dizzy and nauseous all over again. You hoped any passerbys weren't staring, gawking at you like you were a zombie lumbering around, but at the same time you couldn't care to even look up to find out. Just focus on getting back home. Just make it back home so you can clean yourself up. It can't be that bad right?

It hurts so much.

You lost track of time until you finally saw your house come into view, the familiarity making your heart ease just a little. You weren't prepared though for your mother to rush out of the front door, her face frantic and worried. It was like she knew you'd be coming home looking like a mess...did she know? She ran up to you, her eyes immediately scanning your body, checking for any other injuries besides the obvious blood soaked cloth you held over your left forearm. You hadn't dared to look at it yet, fearing the sight would be much worse than it felt. You felt she was saying something to you, but all your mind could register was the pain in your arm and the even worse pain in your chest. Not physical pain, but emotional.

It hurts...

Your mother finally lifts your face to look at her, her hands holding your cheeks. You hadn't seen her look at you this concerned since you burned your hand on the stove when you were a child. At that point you just couldn't hold it in anymore, tears starting to well in your eyes. You wanted to weep like a little kid who got hurt on the playground, wanting to be taken care of and told everything was okay. You were grateful your mother understood what you were feeling, leading you into the house and over to the kitchen. She had pulled up a dining table chair, placing it by the sink so you could sit and you did just that. When she finally removed the cloth you clutched so tightly to your arm, you couldn't stop yourself from finally assessing the damage. For how much blood was coming out of you, it didn't look that bad, but seeing the opening of skin underneath...

You feel your heart beat rapidly in your chest, the beginning symptoms of hyperventilation making your lungs shrink and panic, more tears coming from your eyes. Your mother gently placed a hand on your cheek again, looking into your eyes, "Sweetie, breathe. It's going to be okay. You won't need stitches or anything, we'll just clean it up okay?" You shut your eyes, nodding your head as you try to steady your breathing. You opened your eyes again, trying to focus on anything else in the room besides your bloody arm, only to see your brother standing in the doorway of the kitchen, eyes wide and his high school uniform slightly unbuttoned from just getting home. Your mother seemed to notice, switching her attention to the stunned boy, "Ko go get the rubbing alcohol from the cabinet, and some gauze."

Your brother stood there stunned, his eyes still staring at the wound on your upper arm like it was deadly. "Now Ko!" your mother said more firmly, being the only one in the house with a clear head. Ko quickly shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts, before running down the hall toward the bathroom.

Your mom had already been at the kitchen sink, wetting a washcloth under water before wringing it out and coming back to your arm. "It'll all be okay honey. You'll be okay," she coaxes you softly as she starts cleaning the dry and fresh blood from your arm, a small whimper of pain escaping your lips.