Little Explosions [kiribaku]

Chapter 13

       I fell asleep shortly after Bakugo left, after my body had passed out from exhaustion. Severe injuries and crying like a baby don't really mix well I suppose.

        To be truthfully honest, I felt nothing. At least not mentally. Physically I was sore and in pain, but mentally it was like someone had taken away any and all ability to feel even the tiniest emotion. I wasn't angry, sad, happy, frustrated, nothing. Just a mindless shell laying here in a depressing bed like I've been in so many times before.

        Recovery girl clacked away at her computer's keyboard next to me, watching over me. Bakugo never came back. He was going to be released that day anyways, I was the one who needed to stay on bed rest for today and the next. My punishment for being an unmanly idiot.

        I sighed and slumped back in my bed, bored from staring at the wall for hours. My phone was never retrieved, so those pictures of Bakugo were gone. I couldn't text anyone, couldn't play games, couldn't watch anything. All I could do was sleep and be alone in my thoughts.

        This sucked.

        Whenever recovery girl needed to change my bandages I cried. It was the only time I felt any emotion, and it was dysphoria. Whenever she talked about what was happening I cried. I couldn't stop crying.

         I think this is a side effect of having your heart broken. As much as I wanted to be angry, to hate Bakugo, I understood why he did what he did. And I was here waiting for him, waiting for his answer on whether or not he still loved me. If only I could have told him the same thing before he ripped his hearing aids out and broke them.

        A phone rang from across the room, so Recovery Girl quickly wheeled over towards it and quickly answered. Probably my mother calling for the 50th time on when she can come and see me. I had told her I didn't want any visitors. Not after what happened with him. I was in a horrible condition as is, I didn't want the people I love to see me like this. They didn't need to know I was hurting this bad.

        "Okay, yes, I can ask him. Hey kirishima?" Recovery girl spoke, turning to look at me.

        "It's Denki Kaminari and Hitoshi Shinsou. They want to come see you. I know you said you didn't want any visitors but since these aren't the same people who have been calling I figured I'd ask." She spoke gently.

        Denki? He wanted to come see me? I mean, I guess it was okay. I wasn't all that close to him, we were more friends who hung out sometimes I guess. And I have been lonely. It'd be nice to see their stupid faces and laugh for once.

      "It's okay, they can come visit." I replied, trying my best to sound sweet but it came out forced and obviously fake.

       She turned back to the phone and told them they could come down whenever they pleased. Knowing them, it'd be immediately. Denki would come running in here screaming and give me a hug while Shinsou told him to calm down and not to overwhelm me. The thought made me smile. Besides Bakugo, they were probably the only other friends I had.

        She wheeled back over and sighed at me, "Kirishima, I know you're in pain, but you need to see your mother. She's worried about you."

       I swallowed and looked down at myself, "I'll see her when I'm healed. I don't want her to see me like this." I spoke.

       She huffed and turned back to her computer, back to whatever the hell she was typing all the time.

       I know exactly how meeting my mother would go, she'd be crying as depressed and hug me and make me feel more like shit for being so stupid. She's try and tell me to go back home and be a normal kid and leave the hero nonsense behind.