Fireworks

Chapter Six: "I know"

Your eyes slowly opened as the blinding lights from above filled your vision. For the first few moments, your body felt as if it was buzzing. All your senses dulled and nonexistent, until you moved your arms to feel the bandages that littered your faces. All of your senses awakened and the pain rippled from under the bandages wrapped around your forearms and palms. You winced loudly and brought your hands back to their resting positions by your sides. Slowly your eyes scanned the room, trailing from the ceiling, down the white and pale blue walls, then over to the window. There, flowers and cards and small gifts in pretty boxes lined it. Your gaze continued to wander to the left of you. A white curtain was suspended from the ceiling, pulled halfway across, partly obscuring your vision of what occupied the rest of the room. However, what you could see on the other side was a person from the forearms down, laying in a bed identical to yours. Their legs were covered with the white sheets just like your own, multiple tubes and needles connected to their wrists and farther up their arms where you couldn't see. Your first thought was, "who the hell was this person, and should i be scared?". But, the longer you examined their features that were visible to you from behind the white wall, one identifying detail made it clear to you who it was. When you and Katsuki were 12 years old, he had received a pocket knife for his birthday from his dad. Bakugou being him, he loved sharp objects and anything that could be used as a weapon. So like second nature, he played with this object as if it were a toy of some sort. He created this one trick that he dragged you to his garage to show, right as you were about to go inside after training.

"You ready?" he asked, you took a step and nodded your head. A precaution you always took when Katsuki tried to show you something new that could potentially be dangerous. He then proceeded to toss a closed pocket knife into the air, it opened quickly and spun around three times before the handle of it found its way to Katsuki's hand. Except, that's what was supposed to happen. What happened instead was the blade fell into his hand, slicing the flesh between his thumb and pointer finger. The weight and gravity caused the cut to be quite deep and he needed around five stitches, it left a pretty impressive scar. That scar was still clear as day four years later.

As you slowly registered that the mysterious person beside you was indeed Kat, the memories of what led you two to be here came flooding back. Your fear of his death surged through your body as you carefully and painfully sat up in the bed. You just needed, needed to make sure he was okay. As you sat against the pillows, you craned  your neck to try and get a glimpse of his face. But to your disappointment, there was no avail. Slowly but surely, you somehow got your achey body out of that bed without straining your damaged arms too much. Your bare feet made no noise against the ice cold hospital floor, the tile being splotted with various shades of green and blue. Eventually, your shaky legs made their way to the curtain that separated you and Katsuki. You already knew deep down you weren't ready to see Katsuki in a hospital bed, not when you knew his condition could possibly worsen and he could become bed bound. But after the events that took place before you lost consciousness however many days ago, you needed to make sure he was still here. You needed to know he was still alive.

    With a long drawn out breath, you pulled aside the curtain. The sight that laid before you made your knees buckle in the worst way possible. Katsuki's arms were lined with tubes taped in place, an IV bag pumping into his system. The heart monitor beside the bag of fluid beeped quietly, in beat and steadily. Your eyes trailed from his arms to his chest, that's when you noticed it. A large bandage was wrapped around his torso, all the way up to his collarbones. He wore a hospital down, it draped down his left shoulder from the position he laid. A ventilator attached to the mask on his face rose and fell with the beat of his deep breaths. From the looks of the rest of his body, he looked terrible, broken even. But the calmness that took over his face in this sleeping state said the absolute opposite. For the first time in what felt like forever, Bakugou looked at peace. And it broke your heart that he had to be in this situation for him to achieve that. Quietly you moved to slide a chair from by the door, to the right side of his bed. You took your place in the seat near where his head lay and leaned forward, inching your face closer to his. You could hear his breathing and you noticed the way his face gently moved ever so slightly in his sleep. You thought about all the things that could be wrong with him, the fear returning to your mind. You thought about how much you missed while you were passed out, all the things that could've gone wrong. You felt terrible thinking about Bakugou having to go through whatever he had to go through alone. As all these thoughts and feelings flooded your body, they began to spill over in the form of quiet tears. You didn't want to cry, you had no right to. Your best friend was going through something unimaginable and hadn't shed a single tear. You were just as fierce and brave as Katsuki was, but you never concealed your emotions. But, for his sake you would. You brought your hand to his forehead, brushing away his fluffy blonde bangs. You kissed his forehead tenderly, hoping it was gentle enough to not wake him. Pulling back, your hand found its place in his own that was resting at his side. Still keeping your hold, you placed your head on the edge of the bed and waited. The waiting continued on into the late afternoon, you slowly drifting to sleep in that position.