Feel ---- Suicidal Todoroki x Bakugo ---- [BOOK 2]

38 - Katsuki Bakugo

-time skip-

One week later

Bakugo's POV:

I hate it here. I'm miserable.

My lungs were improving slowly, which was both good and bad. It was good because it meant I'd be out of this damn room soon. But it was bad, because it meant they'd take me off the machines soon. I'd have to go to the psychiatric part of the hospital.

I hadn't seen Todoroki in a week. I missed him, but I hoped he was recovering well. Aizawa told me about what happened, so I knew where he was. All the more reason for me not to go to that part of the hospital.

He needs more time before he sees me again

He needs time to get over me

Once he does, then he can see me again

But it's too soon

He's probably still upset

He needs to let me go, and he needs time to do that

If I see him now, he'll focus on convincing me to live

And I don't need that

He might actually succeed

Or at least make me second guess myself

I can't afford that right now

I've made up my mind

But if there's one person in this world who can alter my mindset...

It's always been him

I watched as the doctor walked over to the machine next me, writing down my vitals on a notepad then turning to me.

"Okay, so I'm gonna turn off the support functions of the machine slowly and we'll see how you do. It'll be weird at first, since you've been on the machine for almost two weeks now, but just focus your energy into your lungs okay? If there are any complications, just hold up your hand and I'll turn it back on. Okay?"

I nodded, not really caring enough to respond.

How pathetic

I can't even breathe on my own yet

It's been nearly two weeks

This is the third exercise we've done like this

I'm gonna do it this time

He nodded and counted down, then clicked a button.

I immediately felt my air supply cut off and my body instinctively began to panic. I felt my heart rate accelerate, and the doctor sensed my discomfort. I calmed myself down and focused my energy into my lungs, like the doctor said to.

I tried to take a deep breath, and I did sort of succeed. However my lungs weren't strong enough to inhale as much air as I needed. I was breathing, but I was taking in weak and shallow breaths. My eyes teared up and my frustrations grew.

Damnit

I can't do it

My lungs are too weak

I'm getting lightheaded

It's like someone is strangling me

Like I'm choking

My lungs burned and I coughed harshly, not being able to take in enough air between coughing fits. My face began to turn colors a bit, and the doctor clicked the machine back on.