𝑨𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑼𝑺 𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑰𝑨 •𝒃𝒙𝒃•

the first step

AN: Warning! There's swearing in this chapter!

"So you're saying you don't know why he passed out?"

Arashi faintly heard Aizawa's voice through the door.

There was a momentous silence, before an unknown voice followed up with: "When we rushed him in, his body temperature was high, and we thought he had a strong fever of some sorts, but that wasn't the case." Somehow, a certain kind of... confusion stained the woman's voice. "The temperature dropped within minutes—which is abnormal, even in a society such as this."

"So? What's the 'scientific' conclusion you've come up with?"

Again, there was only silence, yet the woman didn't continue.

One disgruntled sigh later, Aizawa spoke, "You came up with none."

Great. He was rushed to a hospital for unknown reasons, for the sake of figuring out those unknown reasons, only to end up empty-handed. Couldn't be better, really.

"We're still looking into it as we speak, and we'll need to keep him in for a few days for further tests."

Tests.

He hated hospitals.

"Is that necessary? He dislikes hospitals."

Oh, looky there, he remembered that, alas, with a bit of an understatement.

"I apologise. We can't send him home without making sure he is one hundred percent all right. Who knows what could happen if he passes out again."

Jeez. Why make such a big deal out of it? He was fine now, wasn't he? So why make him stay? Goddammit, he really, really didn't want to stay in this place any longer.

The white was nauseating.

"Fine."

And then, footsteps drew farther away from his room.

Click. Clack.

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True to his untameable personality, Arashi, in fact, did not stay in the hospital.

Aizawa should've expected something like this. The man even brought him a change of clothes, saying something about him not having to spend his days there in a hospital gown.

"It's thin and you're always cold, aren't you?"

Was it that obvious? Not that it mattered. Well, it did, actually. If Aizawa hadn't noticed, he'd have probably brought him something else to wear—something Arashi couldn't put on and go outside in.

Lucky.

Quickly throwing the clothes on, Arashi opened the window and jumped.

_

Contrary to his previous thoughts of having warm enough clothes to go out, he was faced with wind.

Windy.

It was freaking windy and his ribs were quaking.

"Great. Fantastic. Couldn't be better. Why did I even leave the hospital?" He wrapped his arms around his middle and squared his shoulders—the same thing anyone does when cold enough to shiver.

Damn it. He should've stayed inside. Maybe.

No, never mind.

He'd rather be outside in the cold than spend a minute longer in the hospital. With the doctors and their unbothered looks and disinterested eyes. They never held back with what they had to say, no matter who they were talking to.