What Could Have Been (vigilante deku)

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Aizawa couldn't believe his ears. "What?!" He yelled. Anger bubbled inside him, rage flaring from somewhere deep within. His teeth clenched and he had to restrain himself from lunging at the doctor himself.

"It's not my choice!" The man said, hoping it would make the hero focus his anger somewhere other than on him, but it wasn't enough. Aizawa was fuming. Although this guy was just the messenger, Aizawa would be damned if he just stood by. "H-his doctors talked it out. He's taking up a hospital room. He's already brain dead."

He tried to explain their reasoning, but Aizawa wasn't listening. All he could hear when he spoke was them taking Izuku off his life support. "What kind of hospital are you!?" He yelled, completely ignoring the doctor's request to stay quiet. "He's still breathing isn't he? With the support of a machine or without it! His heart is still beating. And until it doesn't, it's your job to help him recover. Not give up on him!"

"You don't understand." The doctor said shaking  his head. "He's brain dead. Meaning, there's no hope for him. People who are brain dead just stay in a coma until their body stops accepting help from the machines. We're giving him his last operation tonight. If it doesn't help, there's nothing else we can do."

"You're pathetic." Aizawa growled through clenched teeth. He couldn't..he couldn't let them pull his plug. "You're all pathetic!" He looked at the doctors who were now hovering around, watching them intently. Aizawa couldn't believe they were so useless. Izuku was sent here to get better. He survived. Now they just wanted to take away his life support?

"His body is rotting from the inside out." Another doctor said, approaching from the side. She was one of Izuku's main doctors so she knew more about his condition than the other doctor who was cowarding under Aizawa's gaze. "His cancer is already killing his body. It's already taken all his strength and energy, leaving his body nothing to use to bring itself to recovering. We can't help him. Using a healing quirk would just kill him right away. There's no use leaving him here. He's taking up a perfectly usable hospital room."

"How can you say that?" Aizawa asked, letting venom slither into his tone. He redirected his glare at her and she shifted uncomfortably. "It's your job to help him until he dies, not give up on him and kill him yourselves. He's just- he's just a child."

"We get that." She sighed. "But child or not, he's practically already dead. Leaving him to suffer would be cruel on our part. Keeping him alive is putting a strain on his already weak body. He's in pain."

Aizawa felt his eyes water. He didn't care. He needed to survive. He needed to. Aizawa promised to keep him safe. To help him achieve his dreams. Aizawa said that he had hope in him, that cancer wasn't just a one way street. He said those words, and he meant them. He believed in Izuku and he would never ever give up on him. He needed a body in a casket. If that wasn't the case, then he'd forever convince himself that Izuku could get through it.

Because that's Izuku. Izuku is a pursuer. He may drag himself around, flaunting how he was dying to keep people away, but he fought through everything. He never actually, completely, gave up. If he had, then he would've been laid in the hospital a long time ago. But he wasn't. He knew he had time, that he had a chance. And Aizawa knew it too. And his mind wouldn't change now that Izuku got another obstacle in his race.

"I'd suggest you start saying your last goodbyes before you lose your chance." She breathed out and turned to walk away. It wasn't going to do any good sitting there and arguing. It wasn't like she wanted to take such a young soul out of the world, but there really wasn't anything she could do. They were trying to skip stones in an empty lake here. (Yes I made that phrase, bite me)

It was a hard choice, but it was things like this that came with being a doctor. They helped bring and keep lives in this world, but they also had to watch as lives drifted away from it. Death was an unstoppable force. They did what they could to postpone it, but when it was someone's time, it just couldn't be avoided.