KiriBaku | Just Another Camp

Chapter 20

Kirishima

I sat on the chair and let my bag slip from my shoulder, to my hand, then down to the floor. I stared blankly at the boy in front of me before I laid my head on the bed and interlaced our fingers, closing my weary eyes and listening to the heart breaking sound of the heart monitor.

I ran into the room and didn't even have time to admire how clean it was at the moment. I saw a heap of clothes on the ground and rushed over to it, quickly but carefully rolling the body over.

At first, I was crushed. It was like the whole weight of the earth was pressed down on my chest, suffocating me. The ash-blond boy before me was unconscious, and horrible didn't even begin to describe how he looked.

He had bags under his eyes and his face was nearly as white as a sheet of paper. Dark, crimson blood covered his wrist and had pooled on the floor. Some of the blood had been smeared on his shirt and pants. His hair was flat for the first time ever; it was hardly sticking up in its usual spiky demeanor, but there were a few spikes here and there.

I quickly tried to stanch the bleeding while I faintly heard sirens approaching our location. I could hardly feel the tears on my face as the paramedics rushed in and Mina had to hold me back as they took him away.

I was screaming and sobbing as they heaved his limp body into the back of the ambulance and sped away. Mina was trying to calm me down and Jiro was crying almost as hard as I was.

I opened my eyes and lifted my head to look at him. He looked peaceful; not nearly as dead as he had looked when I found him bleeding out on the floor of his bedroom. The color had mostly returned to his face and the doctors had managed to stabilize him, so it was only a matter of time until he woke up.

Which so far, didn't seem like anytime soon.

He had been here for 2 weeks with hardly any signs of waking up. The doctors said that soon, they would have to pull the plug.

That scared me.

I brushed my thumb along the back of his cold hand, then kissed it and leaned my forehead against it, closing my eyes once more.

I was exhausted, but I refused to sleep. Anything could happen if I fell asleep. 

Anything could happen if I left him.

I forced my eyes open as the door to his room opened and Mitsuki and Masaru stepped in. 

"Hey, Kirishima," Mitsuki said in a soft voice, smiling slightly and sitting on the other side of the room with her husband.

"Hi, Mrs. Bakugo," I responded.

I immediately cringed at the sound of my voice. It sounded horrible.

"We brought you some food," Masaru said, holding out a box of food that smelled delicious.

"Thank you..." I mumbled, forcing a smile and taking the box from him. "I'm not hungry right now, so I'll eat it later..."

They shared a concerned glance, but neither of them said anything.

"How's Katsuki doing?" Mitsuki asked, leaning forwards with a worried gaze directed towards her unconscious son.

"He's doing fine," I said, struggling to keep my voice even. "He's stable, as of right now."

They both nodded and Masaru glanced at his watch. I knew they had a busy schedule; it was rare for them to find time to squeeze in and see their son. 

Mitsuki sighed and stood up, kissing her son's forehead and then taking her husband's hand. "We can give you a ride home if you want, Kirishima," she told me. "It won't be of any trouble if we took you back home."