I'll Have a Blue Christmas (As Long As You're Here With Me)

The Night Before Christmas pt2

His phone. He left his phone.

Shouto reached over, dragging his entire body weight by his elbows. His fingers were all bruised and out of commission. He couldn't use them so what was the point of trying?

He silently prayed his father was stupid enough to not have a passcode on his phone, because he needed help now otherwise he would die of infection.

Much to his delight, there was no passcode. Now it was just the decision of who to call. Fuyumi would be ideal, but she would probably be sleeping or hanging out with her coworkers and he couldn't ruin that. He'd ruined her life enough just by existing, same with Natsuo. His mom very obviously couldn't come and save his life how she used to, so the authorities were his best bet. Either that or certain death.

He dialed the three numbers with his knuckles, hoping Endeavor wouldn't walk in as soon as they picked up. It rang once, and he wondered if they would believe him. Most pro heroes' numbers were saved by authorities and would show up as a contact in their computers and phones. If some kid was calling as Endeavor, wouldn't they assume something else was going on?

Shouto tugged on the gag on his face, ripping the shirt in half in desperation.

"911, what is your emergency?" The operator was a bored-sounding woman, she didn't seem very interested in her job. She must be tired and oh no, I shouldn't have bothered her.

But he needed help, and she signed up for this job.

His voice was quieter than he'd like it to be. Raspy and broken. "I need an ambulance."

"Okay, what is your address and who is hurt?" He could hear the telltale sound of a keyboard clicking and this was it, he was getting help. And for the first time ever, he'd asked for it on his own.

He gave her his address and coughed wetly, blood splattering to his forearm where he attempted to cover it. "I'm injured."

They were both silent for a moment, Todoroki tried his best to read the silence. Maybe she was typing again?

She laughed. "Nice one. I'll let you off this time, kid. Don't give off Pro Hero addresses anymore."

But this was his address. His place of residence. This was supposed to be his home and here this woman was thinking he was some kid trying to prank her.

"I'm- I'm not joking." He managed through a tight throat. This was painfully embarrassing. But it had to go quicker because Endeavor would be back for his phone any second now and he would catch Shouto with it. Then would come the beating. "I'm- please he's going to come back."

"Alright punk, don't call again."

She hung up.

She hung up.

She hung up.

Tears of fear and shock ran down his face, cascading down his cheek and neck, into the ruined bandages there. It was hopeless, this situation. Now when Endeavor got back he would see the call history and punish Shouto for it. All he'd done is create trouble. That's all he ever does. He probably ruined the lady's night, made it worse than it already was.

Why'd she have to laugh at him? He was in pain. He was on the verge of tears and she could hear it, he knew she could hear it. So why'd she laugh? Was it really that funny?