KiriBaku | Just Another Camp

Chapter 13

Kirishima

I woke up feeling... surprisingly cold. Without opening my eyes, I felt around the bed, looking for Bakugo's body. 

I only opened my eyes when I realized he wasn't there.

I forced myself to sit up and I looked around my bed, then around the room, wondering where the ash-blond boy went. 

Naturally, I was worried. Last night he told me that he cut, and now he was missing? That wasn't calming my nerves down at all.

I slid myself out from under my covers and was about to stand up when my feet hit a lump on the ground. Curious, I looked down to see what I had stepped on.

"Bakugo-" I started, before sighing.

The ash-blond boy was dead asleep on the ground, calmly sleeping like he hadn't just fallen out of the bed in the middle of the night and probably hit his head.

I face palmed and stepped over him as I stood up. 

What an idiot...

I blushed a little as I went to the bathroom.

But he's my idiot...

I used the bathroom and got ready for the day while Bakugo kept sleeping on the hard, extremely uncomfortable carpet. Did he know that he was on the carpet? Or did he wake up, decide he didn't care, and just fell back asleep?

Whatever the reason, it was starting to bother me.

Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and I stomped over to him and began shaking his shoulder. He didn't even rouse; what kind of coma was he in?

I shook his shoulder a little harder but still, no response from the ash-blond.

"Bakugo, c'mon, you gotta get up," I said, lifting him up so we were eye-level.

His head hung limp and he still showed no signs of waking up.

"Bro, I know you're awake..." I said, touching his nose and knowing it would make him flinch or blink or have to respond.

He didn't even move.

"Are you dead or something?" I huffed, grabbing his wrist and pressing my fingers into it to feel his pulse.

I froze and nearly dropped him from pure shock. He had no f****** pulse.

My mind went blank and I began to panic. What was I supposed to do? Get the coaches?

How long had he been laying like that? A minute? 10 minutes? An hour?

Would CPR work? Was he still alive? Was he dead!?

"Holy f***," I breathed, laying him down on the bed.

I began doing CPR on him while I called 9-1-1. I was worried; he still wasn't responding to anything. 

Also, why did he have no pulse? Did he cut himself while I was asleep and bleed out? Did he overdose on something? I didn't know what was going on.

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" a female voice said.

"U-um, hi, my friend... BOYFRIEND, I mean, is like, dead..." I started off awkwardly.

"He's... dead?" the female repeated.

"Well, I woke up this morning and he was sleeping on the floor and then I tried to wake him up and now he has no pulse," I said all in one breath. "So I don't know if he's dead or what's going on..."

"Okay..." the woman said. "Do you want me to send an ambulance, or...?"

Well, no sh** Sherlock, I thought, but instead I said, "Yes, please."