Quirkless Advantage

Chapter sixteen: Knife

These chapters are going to be stupid and short. Enjoy reading!
———
"Fuuuck, my head hurts," I say out loud. The bed that I am in is incredibly uncomfortable.

It definitely doesn't help my back at all.

I try to get up but I'm pushed back down. "Don't," a voice on the left side of me says, "You'll hurt worse if you do that." I look over to the left side and see Aizawa. "I'm sorry," I say, starting to form tears in my eyes. Aizawa sighs, "What are you sorry for? You were at the wrong place at the wrong time." "I couldn't do anything," I say, a tear going down my cheek. Aizawa lifts up his hand and wipes it away, "Don't...You got hurt... You wouldn't have been able to do anything even if you didn't get hurt, so don't...just don't cry. Please."

My vision is blurry and my head throbs.

"Please! Please! No!" I hear my own voice in my head again.

"Tsuna..what's wrong? Why are you grabbing your head?" I hear Aizawa say but it sounds like he is so far away. "Tsuna! Tsuna! Answer me!" Aizawa says standing up and grabs my hands to pull them away from my head that was gripping so hard.

"It hurts!" I say thrashing around trying to get out of his grip, "It won't stop! My head won't stop! I can't! I can't! It hurts! Make it stop!"

I sit up, trying to get away but I suddenly stop when everything is clear again. "I-I'm sorry," I say, turning my head towards Aizawa, "I don't know what happened."

Aizawa stares at the pillow behind me, "I'm going to get Recovery Girl." He walks out and I turn around to see that there is blood in my pillow. I reach behind my head to touch it but before I do, the door opens and they walk in. Recovery Girl comes over and examines me.

Apparently when I hit my head, my head busted open and cracked my skull. Luckily, I have no damage to my brain and she is able to heal my head but my skull will take time to heal completely. My back is fine but just sore from hitting the wall.

Recovery Girl leaves and I'm able to get released from the hospital.

"Finally! We're home!" I say opening the front door to the apartment and walking over to the couch, just to dramatically lay across it. "Get up," Aizawa says standing in front of me, "You have to eat. You haven't eaten anything since yesterday." "I'm fine," I say, stretching my arms over my head.

My back feels so much better now.

"Yeah, no," Aizawa says walking away and into the kitchen, "I'm going to make you something and you're going to eat it."

"What?" I suddenly get up and run to the kitchen, "No, you're cooking looks like what the dad from Coraline makes. It even tastes worse than it looks."

"I don't understand that reference," Aizawa says, turning around from the fridge.

"You uncultured swine," I say, walking over to the refrigerator and opening the freezer. "We're going to watch it," I say, taking out two mac and cheese frozen dinners, "And eat these."
—
"Ok, I understand that reference now," Aizawa says watching Coraline's dad scoop out food that really looks more like slime than actual food. "My food isn't that bad," Aizawa says and I take out my phone.

I ignore the notifications and open my phone. I show my phone, which has a picture of what looks like slime on a plate, to Aizawa "Ok, you're right," Aizawa admits. "But why do you even have a picture of that?" He asks.

"Oh, because I like to show it to Haru for evidence because he doesn't believe me when I say that it looks like slime."

"Really? Out of everything that you could say about me, you say that?"