That Funny Feeling [MHA]

I'm Fine [#011]

When Kenzo had awoken she was drowsy and blurred. Her head pounded and she couldn't breathe all that well, and although this was partly because she was incredibly sick, it also had something to do with the alarms blaring throughout the facility. Kenzo could hear a stranger's heart beat. Arms wrapped around Kenzos arms and legs, long strands of crimson hair dangled in front Kenzos face.
At first it was ringing, but as Kenzo quickly came to, everything came into focus in a resounding pop.
Heavy breathing, the sounds of staggered running as Kenzo's face pressed into the crook of an unfamiliar shoulder, alarms blared. Kenzo could hear the ringing of the alarms, peering through a window of red to look at the bland hallways they left behind.
"Wha-" Kenzo's mouth was dry, her lips cracked and her eyes felt on fire despite how much they watered. "Where.. What's happening?"
The person holding Kenzo at first didn't answer, focusing on running. "Everything's going to be ok.."

"You'll be ok"

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Every once in a while the stranger would press themselves against the wall, people would run past, and despite being in their eyesight they never batted an eye, Kenzo could only assume it was the stranger's quirk. As they ran and ran Kenzo would sometimes black out, and every time her vision blurred Kenzo swore there were more windows.
Was this a fever dream? Kenzo asked herself. I've never had one before.
Every few minutes words would be shouted from the ceiling, hallways would shift and blur and Kenzo could hear the constant thumping of a heart beat. If Kenzo let herself blackout at just the right moment she could trick herself into thinking the red hair in front of her was white. Kenzo smiled, drowsy eyes dipping.

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When Kenzo had awoken again she was back in her room, the smell of cinnamon burned her nose. No one was with her, and for the first time in weeks Kenzo felt well enough to stand. The colorful blankets and pillows were still there, Kenzo now realized how different each of them were, some looked handmade, others looked so thin you would have thought they were scraps of fabric yet to be made into clothing.
Alone, again.
Kenzo had started sorting the blankets and pillows by how much she liked them. She really liked the fluffy pillows, and although the wool blankets were really warm and big, they itched her still irritated skin. Kenzo didn't know how much time had passed but when she was done the entirety of her usually cold and gray floor was covered with color. Kenzo then started to make a pillow fort.
Red was such a pretty color, so warm and vibrant and inviting,

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Kenzo truly felt a sense of daishavu as she tuned into the ticking of an unknown object. Hours and days blurred when you didn't know what time it was. At least in the company of her colorful fortress she could ignore how cold the room was, how much Kenzo craved the touch of something alive. Curling into herself and burying her face into a fluffy pillow, Kenzo could almost convince herself that she was hugging her mother, however lately she was slowly imagining hugging Dr. Maroon, and every once in a while when Kenzo was most unaware, she would imagine being cradled by a red haired stranger.
Kenzo had started hearing things that weren't there a long time ago, hearing her mothers voice echo, imagining her smile as she told her stories of heroes saving the day with a smile. Sometimes Kenzo would hear Taro laugh, his molten gold eyes flashing when her eyelids lowered, his purple hair was black at the edges of her vision but Kenzo was so sure it was his. Though those sounds and visions weren't as common as perhaps crickets, or the sounds of a flashing camera.
In the worst of times Kenzo would peek out of her warm fortress and see Taro curled up in a corner, staring at her. Kenzo was having a hard time sleeping lately.

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Dr. Maroon had only started visiting again when Kenzo had relapsed back into throwing up. She didn't sit beside her anymore, always standing away with a clipboard clutched to her chest. She still flinched when Kenzo said certain things with a smile though. Kenzo had long stopped going to the lightning room, but Dr Maroon would still sometimes take a needle and draw blood or insert a yellow substance into her shoulder or her inner elbow. It hurt but that was ok, as long as Kenzo didn't look at the needle she was fine. Once when the boiling of her skin had gotten really bad, to the point that Kenzo had stopped breathing, Dr. Maroon had stabbed something into Kenzos leg.
It's been so long...
The days blur.