Little Explosions [kiribaku]

Chapter 14

A/N: shirtless pic of Bakugo I drew up top :)
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I'm so fucking tired of staring at these walls. Recovery Girl left a few hours ago when I pretended to be asleep, so I was completely alone in the nurse's office left with nothing but my thoughts in a dark room. The walls taunted me, reminding me of every mistake I've ever made to wind up in this position.

At least I've been feeling better. My body isn't quite as sore and the bruises have begun to fade. My stitched-up cuts still look pretty gnarly, but they'll get there eventually. I was recovering, slowly but surely.

I sighed and leaned back on the bed. I can't remember the last time I actually fell asleep. Earlier I didn't even sleep, I just shut my eyes and pretended so I didn't have to stare at the fucking walls. Seriously, they couldn't have picked a more boring color than white. Who the fuck wants to stare at white walls all day while in pain?

I huffed. I had to get out of here. I need fresh air. I could go to the rooftop, there I could breathe. Overlooking the city, a fresh breeze, nice cold air. That sounded like absolute ecstasy right now in this sweaty and sticky hospital bed.

I groaned and sat up, and tore the IV out of my hand with a sharp hiss. I threw my legs off the bed and breathed heavily from the movement. I hadn't exercised in some time, and with my injuries, it was definitely showing its toll on me. I took a deep breath in and pushed myself up so I was standing. I stumbled at first, but quickly gained my composure.

I took a struggled step forward, my body shooting up in pain. I needed to lay back down, but I needed out of this fucking room even more. I hate being alone with my thoughts. I hate thinking I was weak and unmanly. I'm tired of hurting all the time. I took another deep breath and kept walking forward despite the fact I looked like a drunk new-born giraffe.

I reached the door, and I breathed heavily in exhaustion as I put my hand upon it to rest. I can do this, just one foot in front of the other. One breath after the other. I opened up the door with a creak and checked the hallway for anyone. Empty. I'm so used to everything being so vivacious and lively in here, seeing everything all dark and empty was a mind-fuck.

I had to go up 3 flights of stairs to the roof. Then the metal steps to actually get to the rooftop door. I groaned at the thought but kept moving forward. Something in my gut was telling me I need to do this. The thought of the cool breeze and fresh air kept me going as I climbed my way step after step.

I took a breather every 5 steps, bending over and gasping for air like a fish out of water. The pain from my injuries was erupting from every point of my body but I really didn't care. I didn't care if it felt like my literal bone and muscle were on fire, I needed out of that room. I needed out of my thoughts.

One flight done. Two more to go. I smiled at my accomplishment as I took the next step despite the pain. I guess this could be taken as a metaphor for life and everything that's happened so far. Some steps will be painful, the pain worse than others. Some steps made me feel like my body was collapsing in on itself and I was going to die right then and there, but they all went up, and never went down. They all lead up to one fantastic final reward.

I sighed as I finished the second flight. I leaned against the wall, giving myself a desperately needed break. I breathed heavily, my lungs fighting for air. I could do this. I had already come this far, I could finish it now.

I took the next step, feeling lively. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I took a deep breath in and raced up the stairs. My body was definitely not in love with me right now, but it didn't particularly matter.